A/n: Hello, welcome to the second chapter. I will say that it's going to take a few chapters to set everything up to the point where we meet up with the Winchesters and enter the part of the SPN Universe. When it comes to writing, I don't like to jump straight into something unless it is the best option to take. In this case, setting up the story and letting it lead to that point is the most organic way I can write this out. Still thankful I planned all of this out first before actually writing it.

I have a lot planned with this story. I want to tell y'all so much, but I don't want to spoil it. Where's the fun in that? xD Anyway, let's go right ahead and jump to the next one. Klausy is not pleased at all right now. LOL.

Now, here's a warning. There is a scene of violence of in this chapter. Please read at your discretion.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries, Supernatural or the Originals. They are all property of the CW.

CHAPTER 2: PRISON

The morning sunlight streamed through the blinds of her bedroom window, little bright beams hitting her face as the sun rose. And, the cool weather from outside was just right to where all Rebekah wanted to do was curl up under the covers and never leave the warm cocoon she'd wrapped herself in. God, all she wanted to do was sleep more.

But that wouldn't be the case today.

Her phone protested and chirped loudly with the alarm she set up, interrupting from her blissful sleep. Yawning loudly, she picked up her phone, her eyes squinting at the numbers on the screen.

8:00 AM.

"Why am I getting up so bloody early again?" she grumbled, her voice still groggy from sleep.

She tossed her phone across the room, the phone softly landing on the carpet below. When Rebekah turned over to go back to sleep, that's when it hit her.

She took the cure! She's human!

Her eyes widening, she sprinted out of bed heading towards her full length mirror in the corner of her room.

It was still so surreal. She could hardly believe it. Looking into the full-length mirror in the corner, she didn't look any different. She still looked the same young and beautiful woman that accompanied her for ten centuries. Same wavy blonde hair, light blue eyes, pouty lips and her graceful yet strong figure. Still same ole Rebekah.

However, ever since she took the cure, she definitely took note of the changes within herself.

The first change she noticed was mentally.

Growing up, Rebekah always had deep-rooted emotions. She always felt strongly, keeping her heart on her sleeve for as long as she can remember. When she was forced into being a vampire, her immortality only magnified those feelings. Her initial transformation magnified all of the emotions running through her and over time, those emotions became most of what she felt all the time. Through the constant heartbreak, she became angry, cruel, and aggressive. Not to mention the overwhelming jealousy. A thousand years worth of ingrained habits were complicated enough to break.

But now, that heavy weight that magnified her emotions was lifted from her shoulders. She felt lighter and more in tune with herself. There was a relief of her not going into a complete rampage if she reacted to something badly. While the cure was a tool to help her through this, most of the work was going to have to come from her.

The second change she noticed was physical, which was pretty relevant and easy to scratch off her list.

Going up to the mirror, she peeled back her pouty lips revealing the bright white teeth underneath. Concentrating as hard as she could, she tried to summon her fangs from before. Nothing. During that process, there was also a lack of the blood red eyes that would come when she gave into her vampire instincts. Nothing vampire-like so far…

And just to test it further, Rebekah ran from her mirror to the other side of her bedroom and came back. No vampire speed. Just regular human running.

Another confirmation. This was the real deal. No gimmicks. No tricks.

She was human.

Rebekah almost jumped for joy, but she opted for just a silent fist pump to the air instead. Knowing her brothers, Nik and Elijah were probably "discussing" as civilly as possible about what to do in regards to her situation now. With her being human now, she was pretty sure their reactions were going towards the negative end of the spectrum.

But honestly, she didn't care.

There was so much she had to do, and she had little time to do it. Getting prepared for the day, she slipped into a pair of dark wash skinny jeans and a creme-colored spaghetti strap top. She added onto her outfit with her light brown leather-moto jacket and her black boots. Finally brushing her hair out, adding little to no makeup on today, she was ready to go and face what she dreaded the most: her brothers.

But before she did that, she had to be prepared.

Knowing fully well of what her brothers could do, she wasn't going to take the risk of seeing them without being protected. Living with Nik long enough brought the paranoid side of her enough to always have things prepared in case for emergencies. Plus also keeping things hidden from him was always a good skill to have. As paranoid as he was, she had to be careful about where she placed her valuables. He won't admit it, but he would stoop low enough to look through her belongings.

However, in this case, she wouldn't have to worry about him snooping. She used the last of her stash, anyway.

Ever since Rebekah came back from her dagger-induced slumber, she made sure to take every inch to take every precaution against her family. Between her crazy mother and her psychotic brood, it was hard enough to leave her family and get the sources she needed to keep herself protected. While their heads were turned, she had been intaking vervain on a basis, increasing her tolerance to it. Although it seemed obsolete, it was a smart move until Pastor Young raided the vervain supply in town when all of the craziness of the cure happened. Then her tolerance went down.

When Rebekah and the group came back from the island, she knew she had to use for last option. She had a secret stash of vervain hidden away in the mansion where no one could find it, but her. She'd been using it sparingly, ingesting it in her food and drink secretly, trying to spread the source over time as much as she could.

She also knew that if she was successful in taking the cure, this smart move would prove to be fruitful. Rebekah also knew that if she ever became human again, she was getting out of Mystic Falls and away from everyone else here.

Coming out of her bedroom, Rebekah made her way downstairs, her boots echoing against the marble. Her hunger peaked, making her stomach rumble, but she ignored the pangs. This was too important to ignore. She walked through the foyer and approached the living room, hearing the raised voice of Niklaus arguing against the voice of reason that was her brother, Elijah.

"She needs to stay here, Elijah," Nik said flat out, nursing a glass of scotch in his hands, still most likely reeling from the recent news regarding his only sister. There was no room for questioning in his tone.

Elijah had to disagree. "As much as I wanted to believe it was one of Rebekah's fleeting romantic notions, we cannot do so this time. She's surprised us all by taking the cure. She told us of her goals and now she's achieved them. Who are we to tell her what she should do?"

"WE are her family." Klaus growled out, his stubbornness bleeding through his voice. "WE know what's best for her. She doesn't have the experience to know what the real world is like. WE are the constant in her life that makes sure that she is protected, safe, and happy."

Hearing that, it was then that her own temper went off. "And since when has your protection done anything, but bring me misery, Nik?"

Both of her brothers saw her now, standing in the living room with her arms crossed over her chest with a livid expression. Even as a human now, she didn't look any less fierce now than she was when she was a vampire. The cure didn't take away her bad temper.

She was very brave to stand up to Nik, knowing full well of what he could do to her now with her immortality gone.

"I will admit that you haven't always been the happiest, but that matters little when you were always safe within my care," he continued, finishing off his scotch in one gulp.

"Just because I was safe doesn't mean that I was happy!" Rebekah snapped. The old anger from before bubbled and boiled in her blood as she remembered. "Yes, you were the constant factor in my life, but you were also a constant reminder of my misery."

"Watch your tone," he warned.

"You are not going to prevent me from telling the truth," she replied stubbornly.

Before she knew it, Klaus sped across the room, locking her hands in a tight grip. The corners of his lips turned upwards into a smug smirk. "Without the use of your immortality, would you like to test that theory?" he said as his hot breath fanned onto her skin with him so close. His stormy blues met her ocean ones, dilating with the use of his compulsion. "Be silent…"

She could almost feel the pull of the compulsion bringing her in, but she shook her head away, the vervain doing its job. "You're going to have to be craftier than that if you go with that route."

Klaus stepped backwards in shock while the other brother put two and two together.

"Vervain…" Elijah guessed correctly. "You've been taking vervain? I thought all of Mystic Falls had run out."

"Not everyone," she explained, almost smiling. "I had my own secret stash tucked away. Been taking it since we got back from the island, in case I ever got the cure."

"It doesn't matter." Klaus snapped with aggravation. Filled with anger, he still had her arms in a tight grip. She wasn't going anywhere if he had anything to say about it. He dragged her across the room closer to the fireplace, almost bringing her to her knees as he reached for the knife that sat next to his paints. "All I have to do is drain you of your blood, and the compulsion is not going to be an issue."

"NIKLAUS, STOP!" Elijah yelled as he sped forward, pushing his brother out of the way and letting Rebekah go free. "This is not what we are going to resort to, brother."

"Then what do you propose then, Elijah?" Klaus scoffed, trying to get his bearings as he got up from the floor. "Trusting her to actually speak to us and not run off?"

"Where would I run to, Nik?" she asked incredulously. "It's not like I can get anywhere without you speeding after me."

"Enough!" Elijah's voice echoed throughout the living room. Both Rebekah and Klaus froze, shocked by their eldest brother's outburst. It was rare when Elijah had to raise his voice to them. Whenever he did, it left an unsettling effect. He wasn't playing around. "If both of you can't talk like adults then you won't be treated as such."

"What in the bloody hell does that suppose to mean?" Klaus scoffed once more, wondering what the hell was going on within his brother's mind.

"It means I'm going to have to treat you like children." Elijah explained as he gently guided his sister to the table. "You will sit here while Niklaus…" he pulled out a chair across from Rebekah. "...will sit here as we continue."

"And what makes you think I'm going to do that?"

"Forget about it, 'Lijah. He's not going to listen to matter how many times you try." Rebekah voiced her doubts, wondering how in the hell any of this conversation was going to be civil. What she didn't voice was how little his help would do her any good. She was already skeptical about him given her past experience.

"He is going to listen, especially of his recent experience has taught him anything."

Klaus' eyes widened. "You didn't?"

"I did, brother."

"Can someone please tell me what you're talking about?" Rebekah asked impatiently.

"Klaus had an unsavory encounter with Silas, and if it weren't for Ms. Forbes' effort, I am sure he would have been in a far worse state."

Now this was news she didn't expect. "What the hell happened?"

Elijah turned to his brother. "Should I tell her or should you?"

"I can tell her just perfectly well." Klaus said annoyedly, sending a glare to his brother before turning to Rebekah. It took a long moment before he could speak. Despite how much he didn't want to admit it, he was still shaken up. "While you were away looking for the cure, Silas came. He spoke of how he wanted the cure and of how he knew that I loathed the thought of the cure being used against me. He thought he could procure a deal with me, but I refused...then he attacked me with the white oak stake."

Her eyes widened. "How were you even alive after that?!"

"Silas didn't stake me with it whole. He broke a piece of it, and left it in my back where I was left writhing in pain. Eventually, Caroline came and she...tried to help me. Somehow in all of this mess, she managed to break through. And it was over." Klaus explained slowly, his anger and shame bubbling to the surface. The last thing he wanted to display was weakness, and God...this messed up his pride. Big time. "He got inside of my head, Rebekah. Me. Like it was easy as breathing. The only thing that broke through his hold was Caroline. Nothing gets past me. Nothing gets past us…"

"Until now…" Rebekah finished, realizing the full weight of the situation in front of her now.

A pregnant pause filled the room, leaving the siblings to stare at the other for a moment. Elijah was surprised at Niklaus, but was proud of him. With the situation as dire as this, it was good to see him being able to come through and drop his pride to at least to explain the situation. Observing him, he could see a mix of anger and shame and the need to lash out at the man who has become the most dangerous enemy to their family. Reaching a hand out to his brother, it clasped on Niklaus' shoulder. "It was wise of you to do what you did. You did well."

Klaus scoffed, his usual Original Hybrid mask coming back again. "It wasn't for you, Elijah, or for anyone else."

"Will one of you explain to me what you are bloody talking about?"

Rolling his eyes, he gave her the simpler version. "In order for Caroline to help me, she wanted something in return. Her help for Tyler's freedom and my guarantee that I wouldn't hunt him down and put his head on a spike."

Processing this information, she almost let out a shocked gasp. Her brother? Nik? Nik being decent and making a promise not to kill someone? It must be snowing in hell right about now.

"As much as I am shocked, I'll admit it. Caroline does surprise me."

"His newfound friendship with Ms. Forbes is definitely noteworthy, but there is still the situation at hand with Silas." Elijah explained solemnly, pouring himself a glass of scotch before taking a swig. "I applaud you for proving your determination towards your goal. You have accomplished your humanity by taking the cure, but that choice also leaves you vulnerable, which is why I can also see our brother's point with staying together as the best option."

While she was glad to be acknowledged for once, it didn't change her abhorrence of remaining here any longer. All of her life, she always had to obey. Klaus and Elijah always knew what was best, and she had to follow suit for the good of their family. She was disgusted with them, and she was done.

Klaus always had her shackled to him, telling her the excuse of him doing this to protect her. Bullshit. Killing all her lovers was protecting her. Keeping her daggered was protecting her. Keeping her in the bloody darkness for years on end was protecting her. Ruining every chance of happiness for her by protecting her.

It wasn't protecting her AT ALL!

And Elijah? Oh, let's not forget. The ultimate savior of their broken family. Always there to save the day - no! It wasn't to save their family. It was always to save their brother. No matter how many ways he told her, she knew the deep truth. Klaus was the one he was always going to save. Klaus was priority. Her and everyone else were not enough. It was no wonder Kol hated everyone save for his sister just a bit less. (God, it was still hard to think of him.)

Well, the selfish bastard and the white knight could have each other for all she cared. Staying together meant more prison time in this one horse town that she called "hell".

"As nostalgic and sentimental as that was, brother. I still haven't changed my mind. I am leaving this place whether I have your approval or not."

And like that, they were back at the beginning.

Klaus gritted his teeth in frustration. "Why must you always be so bloody stubborn?"

"Look who's calling the kettle black!" she snapped, her voice rising higher as she slammed her hands on the table. "You are the most stubborn bastard I know!"

Her anger was the only thing keeping her brave as she watched Klaus' eyes blinked with the wolf anger lingering beneath the surface. He kept it in check, but she knew if she pressed the right buttons, it would come out.

"Stubborn or not, I am your only protector. You are not leaving Mystic Falls even if I have to lock you up in this mansion until Silas is dead."

"I can protect myself! Have you thought that maybe for once in my life that I would be just fine without you hovering over me or blocking any chance of happiness I have?!" Her anger reached a boiling point. "I am in less danger being alone instead with you acting in your paranoia and fear. I've had it! I don't want to be here anymore. I don't want to be any part of this family. If I am only going to be in a prison then I don't want to be your sister."

Like a snap of a twig, Klaus' anger triggered. His eyes flickered dark. He flashed across the room, and wrapped his hands around his sister's throat, squeezing the life out of her.

"How dare you…" he growled. "How dare you become ungrateful to me after everything I've done for you!"

While it was only a few seconds that passed, it may as well have been a century. Rebekah struggled for breath, black spots appearing in her vision, her breath slowly slipping away. God, it still hurt like a bitch when when Klaus gave into one of his rages as a vampire. It hurt twice as much as a human. There was almost nothing left until a brute force collided into Klaus, hurtling him to the ground. She fell onto her side, gasping and heaving for air back to her lungs before the world around her faded to black.

It has been hours now since Rebekah had been put to bed in her room. Elijah made doubly sure that she would get the utmost care after what happened. She'd been given some blood from him in order to speed up the healing process. Meanwhile during the waiting process, the Original sat down in one of the armchairs in the room, his eyes skimming through a book he wasn't even reading. His dark hazel eyes observed every detail of his sister's recovery. He was determined to make up for his brother's regrettable actions.

He sighed heavily, putting the book aside while having already read it so many times. His eyes fell to Rebekah's neck, trying to keep himself calm after the explosion of anger he experienced earlier. The bruising from Niklaus' strength was fading away, but the impact of his actions will linger in his sister's mind. That was for certain. If anything, it only proved more of her point.

Even in their care, she was better off without them.

His heart sank. As he watched his sister sleep, Elijah couldn't help, but felt as if he was at a fork in the road. He was stuck between two very important people in his life, and he didn't know where to go. He'd been in too many situations like this in his ten centuries of living. Despite his numerous shortcomings, Niklaus was right. With their family being the most powerful in the world, they would have no problem in protecting their sister. However, Rebekah also spoke valid points. Niklaus and his paranoia about people and their family has always caused them more trouble than it was worth. It was always a mess, and he was always the one to clean it up.

Rebekah got caught in the crossfire, and she was paying for it. She shouldn't have to. Sighing again in defeat, he knew what he had to do.

His deep musings were interrupted when his sharp hearing caught Rebekah's breath quickening, her heartbeat speeding out like a bat out of hell. Coming to her aid, he rushed to her bedside and quickly reassured her. "Shh, Rebekah. It's only me…" he spoke softly.

"Where is he?"

"He's away," he explained vaguely, not wanting to upset her.

"Good." The lack of warmth in her tone didn't surprise him. Her eyes shifted in different directions around the room, taking in her surroundings. "How long was I out?"

"About four to five hours, give or take."

That wasn't enough. She required much more sleep (like maybe twelve more hours) to process everything that happened. Honestly, she wouldn't mind being asleep forever at this point. Maybe a dagger in the heart wouldn't be so bad as a temporary nap if it meant not having to repeat her recent trauma.

"Here's some ibuprofen for the pain and water to drink it down." Rebekah accepted Elijah's gift gladly, wanting nothing more for the remnants of her pain to stop. "I also gave you some blood to help with the healing process. You're going to see the bruises at least."

"You gave me blood?" she asked surprised.

"Yes. Surely that would be the fastest solution."

"But I don't want any vampire blood in me, 'Lijah. Now when it gives our brother the chance to just kill me and make me turn!" Her voice rose in volume, the high from her emotions indicating she was still affected from before. "I will not be a vampire again. I will not let him take my happiness away! I won't...I won't-" Everything within her was building up. Her new vulnerability and the fear of her brother finally hit her like a brick wall. Silent tears began to drip, her hand pressed against her mouth to muffle the crying. She couldn't be weak. Not now.

Elijah gathered his little sister into his arms, holding her close to him. But as his arms went around her, her body reacted before her mind could take over.

"NO!" She rushed out of her brother's arms, going towards a corner in her room, her back turned to him with her arms crossed over her chest. Her body shivered, not from the cold, but the fear and trauma pulsing through her veins. The down side of her new vulnerability finally showed itself, and she had to admit, it would be something she would need to get used to.

Logically, she knew it was only Elijah, but her body kept arguing it was Nik out to get her again.

Elijah seeing her there in that state broke his heart. His strong, beautiful, and heart of gold sister, shaking like a leaf, a former shell of the brilliant woman she was. This wasn't Rebekah. This was someone else. He saw it now. She was right. Their home - this prison - their family had brought her to this state. While Niklaus held the majority of the blame, Elijah couldn't help but carry the cross now too, not coming to her aid enough with being occupied with Niklaus' messes.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I...can't…"

"Don't be sorry, Rebekah." He reassured her, walking slowly to her side carefully as if approaching a wild animal. He kept within safe distance in case she needed him. "I should be the one asking for forgiveness."

"You did what you could, Elijah." The words came out of her almost like an automatic response. He saw the way she avoided his eyes, trying not to hurt him with the truth.

"You're wrong, Rebekah." He said, sighing in defeat. "While I was the one putting all of my efforts in the uphill battle of steering our brother on a better path, it was you who truly was the better sibling. You loved him despite everything he'd done, despite the nightmare he put you through. Instead of coming to your aid, I chose to be blind. And for that, I am deeply sorry."

Rebekah stood there in silence, not sure what to say about his apology. She wanted acknowledgment for so long, but was denied so she adapted. His words left a surreal effect on her as if they were a balm to one of the deep wounds in her soul, healing her finally after some time.

Becoming more at ease now, she took a deep breath.

"As much damage both you and Nik caused me, please remember it wasn't you that hurt me the most," she explained. "The very least you did was apologize to me, showing me that not all of my strife is being ignored."

"You will not be ignored again, Rebekah." Elijah spoke with conviction. "Which brings us to more important things."

Before she could respond, her brother marched over to her closet, bringing out one of her silver-colored suitcases, and placing it on her bed.

"Elijah, what are you doing?" she couldn't help, but asked confused.

"If we pack quickly enough, you should be able to make it to North Carolina before this evening." He explained as if Rebekah should have known the answer.

"North Carolina? Why in the world would I be going there?"

"To leave, Rebekah." His answer was finally in the open now. "To have your freedom."

It was then that everything came full circle. Fully realizing what he was giving her, the shock of it plus the happiness that bubbled inside her made her heart want to burst. She could feel her eyes prick with happy tears, stubbornly trying to rub them away to keep her brother from seeing.

"I…" she began unsure of herself. "...I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything to me, sweet sister. I can already see the gratitude in your eyes any way."

He truly had no idea how grateful she truly was for him to do this. He was finally listening. Someone was listening to her.

Finally coming back into a clear mental space, she spoke out. "So, if you are telling me to back now, it means you have our brother away somewhere for only a certain amount of time. Where did you send him off to?"

Elijah nodded, his eyes scanning for some shirts in Rebekah's closet that he may have some clue as to what she would want to bring. "I am positive that Niklaus is out to run off his rage or going somewhere to lick his wounds. Maybe both," he explained before reaching for a pair of black leggings, a light white shirt, topped with an old denim jacket, and sneakers. "I know with your new state, you will be wearing less heels and boots and opt for something more comfortable while you are traveling. Will this do?"

Seeing the items of clothing in his hands, her mouth almost dropped.

"God, Elijah. I didn't know you knew women's fashion sense."

He only shrugged. "You pick up a few things or two being a vampire."

"Come on, Elijah. That's not from being a vampire. It's from being around Katherine."

The mention of her name made Elijah freeze for a moment before resuming his help with packing. "I can assure you that she is not of importance."

"'Not of importance?'" Rebekah parroted. "Since when? I may not have believed her story before about this whole relationship between you two, but I can put things together pretty quickly. You wouldn't have picked those clothes unless you've been around a woman a while."

"Since yesterday." Elijah answered shortly before forcing to resume the small smile on his face, trying to bring them back to what was more important. "Do I need to tell you again? Hurry up and get packing."

Not needing to be told another time, Rebekah collaborated with him. Telling him which she things wanted to bring and things she can leave behind. Both of them smiled and laughed through the process, feeling easier with each other for the first time in a while without a dark cloud hanging over their head. However, as they came closer towards the end of finishing up, Rebekah zipped up her suitcase plus a personal bag or two of her own. She was fully dressed and ready to go, prepared for anything.

As much as Elijah wanted to be prepared, he wouldn't be for the emotional war inside of him because he knew. He knew as soon as Rebekah would be out of the door, she would be gone.

And he highly doubted she would be returning.