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Chapter 31
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Becca raced inside of the study as fast as she possibly could, clearly cutting off the two vampires from talking. Her frantic eyes met Damon's confused ones. She didn't have a chance to explain before Elijah turned to her. "Oh, um, dessert. We forgot about it." She told them as she tried to get her breath back. "Elijah, I do really feel awful for leaving so many times during dinner. Won't you share some of the cake with me? It's chocolate fudge. It's my favorite, I hope you don't mind." She said, turning her best innocent eyes on the original.
His suspicious expression seemed to disappear instantly upon seeing her expression of innocence. She held out her hand toward him, silently asking for him to take it. He glanced at Damon briefly before moving across the room to get to Becca. "Of course, sweetheart. I'd love that." He told her with a small smile of his own as he took her out stretched hand in his. He spun her around a little as he moved past her, causing her gasp in surprise, a small laugh escaping her lips as he lead her out of the room.
She sent one last look back at a baffled Damon as Alaric passed them to get to the study, no doubt to explain things to Damon. Elijah hadn't let go of her hand until they got back to the dining room. He had to admit, even if only to himself, that he had missed the feel of her tiny hand in his larger one, even if it hadn't been Becca's at the time. It had been Iliana's, and it had been so long ago. "Sorry, guys. Dessert is taking longer than I thought. I usually, uh, unwrap food, but I know it's Becca's favorite so I thought I'd give it a go." Jenna explained to them all as the came into the room.
Elijah simply held the chair next to him out for his date like a gentleman. She gave him a small smile as she seated herself in the chair. She wasn't that comfortable with sitting next to the original, but if it kept him happy and Damon alive, she'd do it any day. Once she was seated, he took his own seat beside her. "That was very nice to do, Elijah, but I have to go get a glass of water. All that walking around this place got me thirsty." She laughed out as she got up from her seat.
He simply gave her a nod of his head, both flashing a smile to the other, as she went to leave the room. She bumped into Damon on her way out. His expression was worried as he looked down at her. "I'm getting some water. Jenna said that dessert's running late." She told him, giving him a small smile that told him that she was alright and that he didn't need to worry about her so much. He nodded and patted her head before moving past her.
She hadn't been lying when she said she was thirsty. Running around this place looking for those two had been a hassle. She laughed at her own humor as she skipped into the study to pour herself a glass of water. She knew the alcohol was out and it was like begging to be drunk since she was all alone and no one would see, but she also knew that if Alaric didn't, then Jenna certainly would, rat her out the second that they smelled it on her breath.
After getting herself a glass, she went back toward the dining room to go see if dessert was ready. She was wondering if John and Damon, or even John or Alaric, had gotten into a fight yet. Both men seemed to really hate him. She was expecting to see anything but what she actually saw though. The glass feel from her fingers, shattering onto the floor as a scream raised up in her throat. It was about to escape her lips when Damon was suddenly behind her and covering her mouth, stopping her from screaming.
In Elijah's chair, he was now limp and his skin was gray, his veins prompt against his ash colored skin. He looked so lifeless, so . . . well, so dead like. "Shhh, it's alright. We have to hide him. Can you pretend to be sick? I'll drive you home. We just need a distraction." Damon whispered down into her ear, his hand still covering her mouth. He had at least left her nose uncovered so she could breath. His eyes were wide, and her stomach felt like it was spinning wildly. She had a hunch that pretending to be sick wouldn't be so hard.
She nodded her head against his hold. He quietly thanked her before releasing her from his grasp. Her knees felt weak, and John and Andie caught her. She wasn't surprised suddenly that John was a father, he knew how to act like on when it counted at least. "Andie, can you move the chair away from Elijah?" He said out to the reporter. Damon and Alaric quickly lifted Elijah and carried him out of the room as quietly as possible.
John took her from Andie as she went to do as he had asked and put her down in the chair once she had moved it. He kneeled down beside Becca and felt her head as Jenna came back into the room. She hurried over to the teenager and pushed her brother out of the way. "I leave for two minutes. Hunny, you alright? Did she eat something bad? Where are the other three?" She asked as she felt the younger girl's head.
She wasn't that hot, but enough to know that she wasn't feeling well. As if seeing her look like she was about to drop any second wasn't proof enough. John watched her puzzled. He knew that she was suppose be faking, but she really did look like she could drop dead right there and then. That couldn't be normal. "No, I just don't feel well. Sorry, I ruined the party. It must be stress or something." She told them as she took deep breaths. Andie went and got her a new glass of water and soon returned with it and handed it to her.
It was another minute before Damon and Alaric came back saying that Elijah had had to leave early. "Well, that's just great. Becca's sick. She needs to go home." Jenna said as she stood up from where she had been sitting. Damon was proud of Becca's performance for only a minute before he realized that she wasn't faking. She really did look sick.
He hurried over to her and crouched down in front of her. He grabbed a hold of her chin and forced her to focus her eyes on him. He took a whiff of the air and was confused when he smelt nothing unusual. He had always been curious as to why Becca smelt different. Almost like the mutt, but not quite. "I'll drive her home. My party, I'll take care of it. Andie, play hostess please." He told them as he lifted Becca up in his arms with easy.
She was feeling worse and worse by the second. It was so sudden, which scared her the most. It wasn't like when she fainted. Those were sudden too, but not like this. It was always, she'd stumble and then be fine. She never felt this sick and this sick so fast before. It didn't even hit her until they daggered Elijah. "Stay with me, Princess. I need you to tell me what brought this on." Damon told her as he carried her around the house to get to the front door.
She had only been fine a few minutes ago. She was only suppose to be a distraction and pretend to be sick, not actually suddenly get sick. "I . . . I don't know, Damon. It was like . . . like one minute I was just really thirsty, but, but fine. Then I . . . I saw Elijah dead. It felt like my heart just was ripped out with hi . . . his." She tried her best to explain to him as he brought them outside. He didn't know what to say, but he knew that it had something to do with Elijah being daggered.
They were on their way back to the Lockwood Manor when they got another call from Stefan. Damon picked up his phone, about to give him a snarky hello, when his younger brother cut him off. "Please tell me you kept the dagger in." He heard his brother say out to him. Damon sighed, knowing that they hadn't done that. "Damon, that dagger is what keeps him from coming back. It needs to stay in his heart, or else Elena and Becca are both in danger." He continued to explain to his brother.
"Oh, crap."
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Elijah slowly walked closer to the lake house. The lights were on, meaning that no one had warned to two of his arrival yet. They were foolish to think that they could kill him, again. This time had been close, he knew that. They had a dagger, which meant that they were learning slowly. They had been stupid enough, lucky on his part, to remove it though. He had warned them what would happen if there were to be any funny business. Once he had Elena, he could have his witch locate Becca and then he would retrieve her.
He picked up some rocks as he moved closer to the lake house. He could smell the two inside of the house. Correction, he could smell the two girls inside of the house alone with only one of the Salvatore brothers. Did they think that just because he wasn't invited inside that he couldn't wait them out. On the inside of the house, Stefan and the girls were waiting at the door. Becca was standing right in front of the door with Elena holding onto her hand. Stefan stood behind them both in case he needed to move one, or both, of them.
He listened to Elijah's steps outside. They had stopped, but he was rubbing the rocks in his hands. It was then that he remembered the trick Damon had told him happened with Rose at the coffee shop. "Get back." He hissed as he pulled both of the girls back as quick as he could before the door exploded in on them. Becca knew that he wouldn't listen to either of them, maybe not even with her, but she had a better chance then either of them did.
She gave Elena a sad look, silently telling her what she was going to do. She tugged on her hand, not wanting her to do this alone. She had been to the point of dying on her feet only a few minutes ago, she wasn't strong enough. Becca knew that she needed to do this alone if it was going to work though. Whether she was strong enough or not, she had no choice. "I'm sorry, Elena, but I need to talk to him alone. I might be the only one he'll listen to. Just, please trust me. Besides, he can't hurt me. He's not invited in." She was asking for some confidence from her friends.
Elena went to refuse, but Stefan's hold on her arm pulled her back from doing so. He could see that it meant more to Becca that they trust her with this. She nodded a quick thanks to Stefan before Elijah's voice cut them off from doing anything more than freezing in their places. "You know, I might not be able to enter this house, but I'm a very patient man. I will wait you out." Elijah's voice said out to them.
They all shared another wary look before Becca started towards the doorway. Elijah seemed almost surprised to find that she had been the one to come face him. She had been there tonight to see what that stupid vampire had done with his stupid vampire hunter friend. He couldn't seem to blame her though, she hadn't even known about the dinner until he had told her. "They shouldn't have done what they did. I didn't even know they were going to do that, believe me." She said out to him as she hugged herself.
"Tell Elena that the deal is off."
She was thinking on her feet. At least, she was trying to. She alway resisting looking over at the others watching her and waiting with baited breath. They were all hoping that this went in their favor. "Well, you can make a new deal with me then." She said out to him, hoping that he would listen to her. She didn't want to see anyone else hurt, and she wanted to find out more about her past, or at least, of Iliana's past, and he was the only one who could help her with that.
He didn't seem to be in the mood to make anymore deals with them though. Maybe daggering him during dessert had something to do with that though. "There's nothing left to make a deal with, Rebecca. You and I both know that." Yup, not in the mood to make any deals with. She'd have to resort to plan B then. She slowly revealed the kitchen knife she had been hiding in her sleeve. Elijah seemed more annoyed if anything when he saw it.
Her hands were shaking, but she kept her emotions in check and her expression blank from fear or worry. "I wonder how hard it would be to lure Klaus into Mystic Falls without his mystery player. That's what I right? The mystery player?" She said as she shot him a taunting look. She would not look down at the knife in her hand. She just would not, cause she knew that if she did? She wouldn't be able to go through with it if Elijah didn't agree to make another deal.
He seemed pretty confident that she wouldn't do anything to harm herself like she was hinting at. He knew that the vampire and the doppelganger wouldn't let anything happen to her either. "Stefan won't let you die, and neither will Elena. She won't let him." He informed her. He was grinning on the inside. He knew that they were all panicking on the inside.
Becca seemed just as determined as she had been beforehand. She wouldn't let Elijah scare her, not this time. It was her turn to protect her friends, and she wasn't going to back down to some one who can't even come into the house. "No, they won't. He'll feed me his blood, to heal me, then Elena will run the knife through me again and turn me into a vampire." She said out to him, her expression dead set on not showing any emotion. He seemed to realize that she wasn't joking around anymore. She might be afraid to do it, but she wasn't going to let someone hurt her and her friends. "Promise me the same as before with Elena. Promise me, you won't harm anyone Elena and I love. Even if they've harmed you." She said out to him, praying to god that he would take the deal.
He could see the determination in her eyes. He knew that she would do a lot for her friends and family, and he respected that, he loved her for that, but he knew that going to the length of killing herself and turning? She wasn't about to do. She didn't want that, he knew that much by watching for the past few weeks. She would rather die protecting her friends and stay dead then turn into a monster. "I'm sorry, Rebecca, truly I am. I'm going to have to call your bluff." He told her, his eyes flickering nervously between her and the knife in her hand.
She caught the nervousness and knew that he wasn't completely sure if she was bluffing or not, but he was going to call her on it anyways. She took a deep breath as she raised the knife up, pointing to her side. She glanced up briefly, giving him one last chance to stop this before it went too far, but he stood firm on his choice to not take her deal. With one last breath, she plunged the knife into her stomach, gasping out sharply at the sudden pain. "Noo!" He roared as he flew to the door, but he was held back from the invisible wall keeping him out. "Not again! No!" He banged on the force keeping him back.
She gasped for air as she dropped the knife to the floor, trails of blood pouring out of her wound. Elijah couldn't stand watching her die right before him, not again. Not like this. "Yes! You can have your deal!" He said out as he watched her cry out in pain again. She felt the life draining from her, faster than she had expected. She glanced down and saw more blood than she had thought there would be. "Please, Rebecca, please just let me heal you." He begged her.
"Give me your word!"
She felt like she was about to drop dead then and there. They had explain it to her before. They said it would hurt as much as it was, but he would crack before she was at the brink of dying. Something had gone wrong. Her blood was going out too quickly. "I give you my word." He told her, his eyes pleading with her to just let him heal her. She fell forward into his arms with a cry of pain. He brushed back her hair, thank god that she was in his arms again. He gasped out at he was suddenly daggered, once again. He looked down at her with hurt and confusion as he started to waste away. "Iliana?" He gasped out before dropped to the ground.
She wasn't on her feet much longer after he had dropped to the ground dead. She felt herself slipping away more and more by the second. Damon was outside before Stefan, biting into his wrist and cradling her in his arms as he fed her. He pulled his wrist back when she had enough. Her head laid against his chest as she felt her eye lids becoming heavier by the second. Stefan held onto a distraught Elena as they looked down at the other two. Damon glanced down at a tired Becca before looking up at them. "Little tip. Don't pull the dagger out." He said up to them. They nodded their heads slightly as they looked down at the still original.
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Damon carried a sleeping Becca into the Lockwood manor. She still looked to be on the brink of death, but at least some color had returned to her cheeks. She had fallen a sleep right there on the ground after drinking his blood. She had said that she felt sick again, like someone had ripped out her heart. They let her sleep and Damon drove her home after he and Stefan dumped Elijah's body into the other car. He was driving Elena home before going back to the boarding house and putting Elijah back in the cellar.
As he carried the sleeping girl up the stairs, he couldn't help but notice how sick she looked. Something was wrong with her, and it wasn't just some case of the flu. He just wished that he knew what it was. For now he would just let her sleep though. It was the least he could let her do, she definably deserved it after the long night she's had. It killed him that she had to be the one to kill Elijah. She wasn't a killer, she didn't even like killing bugs, but she was the only one that Elijah would listen to.
It had killed him even more when she was bleeding to death in front of him and he couldn't do a thing about it. He knew it was apart of the plan, and they had all agreed to it, but there was just too much blood for that to be normal. He's seen his fair share of people bleed out, and a normal person didn't bleed that much, that fast, from a simple stab wound. He'd have to worry about it later though. He had reached her room and they weren't as alone as he had hoped. He opened the door and walked inside to find Jeremy inside pacing the room.
Elena had surely called him and filled him in on what had gone down tonight. He looked worried enough for the both of them. He almost felt sorry for the kid. If something had happened to Becca tonight, god forbid, the kid would probably be more broken then anyone else. He had lost two girlfriends because of this life already, he knew enough to know that Becca was this kid's rock. He didn't know what he'd do himself if something had happened to her tonight because of him. It would have been all his fault because he tried to kill Elijah and failed at it.
Jeremy pulled back the bed sheet enough so he could lay her down in her bed. He carried her over and gently laid her down, brushing aside a stray curl that had fallen into her face. He covered her up with her blanket before motioning for Jeremy to be quiet and to follow him. The two went out into the hallway, keeping the door open so they could keep an eye on her. "Bonnie lost her magic tonight. That witch, Luca's dad, took it from her." Jeremy whispered to him. He had been with Bonnie when it happened. She had been showing a spell when he came in and just took her magic.
Damon groaned and rolled his head back. That was the last thing that they needed right now. A magic-less witch. It was bad enough that they had almost lost Becca tonight, but without Bonnie they were missing a major player. They were basically defenseless now without her. He hated to admit it, but they needed the witch and they needed her with her powers. "That's just great." He growled out annoyed. He glanced over at the sleeping girl and sighed. "We almost lost her tonight. Something's wrong with her. I don't know what it is yet, but I'll look into it. Keep an eye on her and stay close. Elijah might be gone, but there's still Klaus out there somewhere." He explained to the boy in front of him.
Jeremy nodded as he watched his best friend sleep away. She looked so tiny and lifeless in her bed. She looked so fragile, like if someone pushed her just a little bit more then she would shatter into a million pieces. "No one's going to hurt her again. I won't let it happen. Not even some original. I mean, you killed Elijah tonight. We know how to kill them. Right?" Jeremy said out as he slowly looked over to Damon. The older vampire just gave him a look that told him that he didn't know. The two men stood there, both watching over the girl that they both cared enough for that they would risk dying before having something happen to her.