Pairing: Klaus/Elijah-Rebekah (MM/F) hand, cutting board
New Orleans, Louisiana
Mikaelson Compound
Saturday, March 1913
Kol sometimes had the feeling that someone was following him. He would be walking in the French Quarter and suddenly turn, yet no one was there.
"Odd," Kol remarked to himself as he rounded the corner to the Compound.
"Kol, are you talking to yourself?" Marcel smirked as he was waiting for the manservant to pull up his shiny new motorcar for him to drive.
"Perhaps I am, Marcellus. Is that against the bloody law? What? Taking out your motorcar? Well, don't wreck it again," Kol quipped as he strolled jauntily into the Compound courtyard.
Marcel just grinned and shook his head, he would not let Kol's rudeness get to him today. Today was a good day.
Kol walked into the house and stopped. He took a breath and turned back to Marcellus.
"Ah, Marcellus?" Kol said hesitating a beat.
"What now, Kol?" Marcel snapped. Somedays Kol just would not give up.
"Have you seen anything odd of late?" Kol asked with a hint of embarrassment.
"Other than you asking me this question? No," Marcel snapped.
Kol vamped quickly and pushed Marcel up against the tan bricks of the house.
"Dammit, man, I am not joking. I-I, I think someone is following me," Kol faltered as he realized what he had done and realized the younger vampire.
"Get off me, Kol! What is wrong with you today?" Marcel said brushing off his expensive suit and looking around. If Elijah saw Kol using his supernatural speed out in public, he would be furious.
Kol frowned, "Never mind then, I do not know why I thought to ask you for assistance."
Marcel groaned, "Jesus, Kol, stop. Look, who do you think is following you? Have you said anything to the others?"
Kol was ashamed, "No, they will just blame it on me. Some creature I slaughtered a century ago's friends seeking revenge. You know when I get in a true bloodlust, I hardly recall what I do. Really, forget it."
"No," Marcel said softly, "It is good you tell me. I will keep a look out. How about you, um, come with me today? I shall even let you drive my motor car on the road." Marcel grinned and displayed his perfect teeth.
Kol was grateful. "Thank you, Marcellus. I was supposed to go somewhere with Elijah, but let me beg off. If he knows I am with you, I am sure he will not care."
Several minutes later, Kol came out and asked,"Where are we off to?"
"Arkansas. Papa wants me to check out a property for him," Marcel said casually.
"Arkansas! That is what? 500 miles from here. It will take us half the day!" Kol exclaimed in shock.
"You best go pack a bag," Marcel agreed.
Jefferson Parish, Louisiana
Afternoon
Marcel chatted on about his motor car for the first leg of their journey.
"Papa told me that that Ford fellow made a moving assembly line at Highland Park. He got the idea from watching meat packers, that brought down the time to build a motor car from 12 hours to about two," Marcel prattled.
"How interesting," Kol said watching the world fly by. He used to like to race horses long ago. He supposed this iron horses were here to stay. They were so bloody loud, though.
"Also, they make 1000 cares a day. A monkey could make one as no skill is required. Is that not clever? I wish I would have thought of that," Marcel went on.
"Why did you not get a Ford then? If they are so fine?" Kol asked not really caring about the answer.
"Kol, this is a 1912 Rolls-Royce 40/50 HP Silver Ghost Roi des Belges 2232E! Papa made sure to get me the very best car in the world!" Marcel bragged.
"I will admit that it is a fine looking car. Not many men can say they have had two motor cars," Kol added.
"Well, the first car Papa bought me was a starter model. This car, now this is a keeper. Unlike the Ford motor cars, this beauty was painted by hand in Europe and shipped over. You should think of getting one," Marcel said lightly.
"Why should I when I can just borrow yours, right?" Kol asked innocently. Kol was getting on Marcel's nerves. Sometimes Marcellus seems oblivious to reality. Niklaus had probably spent thousands of dollars and compelled many people to get Marcel this car. There was little he would deny his son. Yet Nik had failed to take Kol on the trip that he swore they would go on "when things settled down." In Kol's mind, that meant never.
"Cannot you push down the accelerator a tad more? My grandmother could drive faster!" Kol said for the third time.
"Your grandmother has been dead for a millennium. Kol, how about I let you drive now? I could use a nap. Your constant complaining is tiring," Marcel said pulling over.
"About bloody time," Kol spat getting out and assuming control of the car.
"Now, just take her easy around the curves. Papa said...," Kol tuned out Marcel and finally the younger vampire dozed off.
McComb, Mississippi
Pike County
Kol thought about waking Marcel up gently but thought it would be more amusing to blow the horn loudly. Marcel started and Kol got a good laugh out of him banging his head on the window.
"What the hell, Kol? Where are we?" Marcel said yawning and sitting up.
"McComb, Mississippi. Pike County. We are going to make a little detour. I need to see an old friend," Kol said importantly.
"You, have a friend? Shocking," Marcel said getting out the car in the parking lot of a shoddy looking wooden structure.
"I have many friends, Marcellus. I just do not bring them around because my siblings do not approve. Plus, they have a problem with witches," Kol lectured.
"There are witches in there. Hell, I will just wait in the car. I might head over to that diner and see if I can compel myself a snack, if you don't mind," Marcel said.
"Not at all. I shall not be long. I will meet you shortly," Kol promised. It had been far too long since he had seen Miss Hattie.
Kol walked up to the shack and knocked. "Miss Hattie, my lovely, it's your favorite bloke."
A young Black girl opened the door, "Get out of here. We do not take to your kind here!" She was wearing a white dress and had a bright red head scarf tied around her short hair. Her eyes were large and brown, with filled with suspicion.
"But Hattie said...Where is Miss Hattie? You are her granddaughter, are you not?" Kol asked with concern.
"I am. She be dead two winters now. I know how you are, mister. What did you want with my Nana?" the girl demanded hotly.
"I am sorry for your loss. Hattie helped me before, a long time ago. The type of magic you practice is not easy to come by. I think I am in danger," Kol admitted.
The young girl scoffed, "When witches help the undead our ancestors weep from beyond. For me to help you, I would need something, too."
"I need you name first, luv," Kol smiled. The last time he had been here Hattie had been strong and virile. How quickly the years passed.
"My name is Farah, but folks call me Lovely," Lovely said adjusting her head scarf. "Come in, quick now!"
Kol stepped in to the dark house and saw plaster saint statuettes, African dolls, candles, the skull of a ram with the horns still on it, and glass bottles filled with liquids and herbs. The room was windowless and dark, but lit with several candles. Lovely picked up a rattle and shook it in all four directions and then directed Kol to sit.
"A woman haunts you," Lovely stated,"you do not know her. But yes, she is dangerous."
"Who is she? And what do you want for your services?" Kol asked.
"You know what I want, your blood," Lovely said bluntly.
Kol exhaled and bite into his hand, he bled into a bowl on the flimsy table in front of them.
"I asked who she is," Kol repeated. He looked at the cards of saints on the table and wondered if Lovely had a tenth of the power of her grandmother.
"I must do a spell and ask the spirits for help," Lovely said finally.
Kol watched impatiently as she poured some herbs in a bowl, cut open her own blood and then took the mix and smeared it on her hands. She suddenly grabbed his hands across the table until she was in a trance. Kol watched as her eyes rolled up behind her head.
"A witch you wronged in the past. You were robbed, too, of your essence of truths. But the real danger is from your blood. Beware those you trust. She hunts you and will not stop, but she will not be able to find you when you are...asleep," Lovely said in a monotone voice.
Kol was startled, "Asleep? My bastard brother is going to dagger me again? For what? I have not done a thing. Or maybe it is Father?" Kol realized he was babbling and stopped.
Lovely snapped out of the trance, "Did they help? The ancestors?"
"Aye, a bit. Do you know how to create dark objects, my luv?" Kol asked as he wondered how long Marcel would wait for him.
An hour later Kol stumbled back out into the sun. He found Marcel and they continued their journey.
"Did you find whom you were looking for?" Marcel inquired politely.
"Aye, Hattie is as good as ever. Good visit. I hope you did not mind waiting," Kol said.
"I was starting to think I was going to have to drag you out of that shack. Then, I met a nice local lady and fed off an old man in the back. That helped pass the time. We should still make good time," Marcel said hopefully.
"Indeed. Even if we do not, what does it matter, eh?" Kol said jauntily as he whistled lightly to pass the time.
Late into the night the silver Rolls Royce finally pulled into the property.
Kol was impressed, "This is a bloody mansion. In the middle of nowhere!"
Marcel smiled, "I know. Huh, looks like someone is here."
Kol was suspicious, "What is going on, Marcel?"
"See for yourself!" Marcel pressed.
Kol vamped to the door and opened it. To his surprise, he was able to step over the threshold. Elijah stepped out, "Congratulations, Brother. It is in your name!"
"What? Elijah? Is this my house?" Kol wondered in shock. He had never owned anything so grand.
Klaus and Rebekah stepped out clapping. "Happy birthday, Little Brother!"
"It's not really my birthday, is it?" Kol asked happily.
"Well, who knows? But the bloody house is yours," Klaus laughed.
"How did you arrange this?" Kol wondered looking around the huge space.
Elijah cut in, "I was going to make up a ruse to get you here. But then you wanted to go with Kol and it seemed to work out well. Rebekah and I are going to take off for a little side trip of our own and the three of you boys can hunt, fish, and relax here. I think you will enjoy the property. It can be a nice vacation home and if we ever need it, a refuge from the city."
Klaus grinned, "Kol, there is a stable. Horses! Just like we used to have back in the day. No motor cars then, eh? Marcellus, how did the motor car run?" Marcel gushed about the engine as Kol turned to Rebekah.
"You kept a secret?" Kol asked as his younger sister hugged him.
"It was not easy. I know you were vexed because you thought everyone was too busy. But really, we just wanted it to be a surprise. We love you, Kol," Rebekah said kissing his cheek.
"I am sure you and Marcellus are tired, but Niklaus did purchase some wine and spirits for the occasion. Rebekah also hired some ah, food services," Elijah added.
Rebekah went to the butler's pantry and called for four locals that she paid to be blood donors. They were compelled to let the vampires feed and then forget about it.
Kol was famished and took the one portly young man by the wrist. He sat on the couch and drank from his pale arm and then switched to a middle aged woman.
"Tasty, thank you all. This is the nicest party I have ever had," Kol confessed.
"We had wilder parties, Brother," Klaus reminded him.
"Well, the nicest, non-bloody party ever. Time for wine?" Kol suggested.
The vampires chose to forgo food and drink from the visitors and drink the wine and liquor. Rebekah played the piano and everyone sang.
Klaus yawned, "I think it is time to turn in."
"Good thinking, Papa," Marcel agreed and bade everyone a goodnight and vamped to his newly appointed bedroom. Kol mocked him behind his back by mimicking him.
"Kol, that's enough," Elijah scolded firmly. "Behave yourself."
"Sorry, Elijah," Kol said.
"I am not going to bed yet. I would like to drink from each of these fine people," Rebekah slurred.
Elijah's face colored, "Young lady, you are inebriated. Bed now."
Klaus went to take Rebekah's arm, "Allow me, dear Sister. The hour is late."
Rebekah stomped her foot. She was wearing a silver dress and her hair was swept up.
"I said I am not going to bed yet," Rebekah fumed. She grabbed her glass of wine and went to down it. Elijah vamped over and Rebekah dumped it over his white dress shirt.
Elijah's face now grew crimson. "You did not? Why would you do that?"
Rebekah rolled her eyes, "I am my own woman. I can do what I want!"
Rebekah staggered over to the humans and tried to feed but knocked the young man over.
Klaus vamped over to grab her to hold her back, he shouted, "You'll kill him. Go to you room. Maybe we can sober you up with a good spanking! It seems you are overdue." Klaus sat on the settee and wrestling a struggling Rebekah over his lap.
Elijah was mopping up the spilt wine, but his shirt was ruined. Kol compelled the humans to leave and forget this place existed.
"Stop fighting me," Klaus hissed as Rebekah was twisting to get off his lap. Smack! Smack! Smack! Klaus walloped his sister hand on her moving behind. He tried to pin her with his left arm but she was kicking and trying to push up with her legs.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Elijah shook his head and went off. "Elijah, where are you going?"
"To the kitchen," Elijah retorted.
Kol blurted out, "That's not good."
Klaus continued to soundly spank Rebekah's wiggling behind until his hand hurt. Elijah returned holding a solid wooden cutting board.
Klaus stopped the spanking and asked what Elijah had in his hand.
"A cutting board that was displayed on the wall. It's made out of olive wood. Quite beautiful. Let me take her up to her bedroom, Niklaus. I think she will learn better if her bottom is bare and she is put to bed like the small child she is acting like," Elijah informed him. Klaus helped Rebekah to stand up. She rubbed her behind although the swats had barely made an impression through her dress, and the new more close fitting bloomers Rebekah now wore under her corset.
Rebekah choked back sobs, "You bastard, I can do what I want! I want to stay up."
Elijah shook his head sadly, "Come now, you will change for bed and then stand in the corner to think about what you did. I'm going to change my shirt as well."
Elijah held out his hand for Rebekah to grab it, she wiped away the tears on her cheeks and took Elijah's left hand. He heard the round olive wood cutting board in his right. Kol and Klaus followed and retired to their own rooms as Elijah steered Rebekah into hers.
Kol turned and said weakly, "Thank you for the house and the party."
Klaus put an arm around him, "You are welcome, Little Brother."
Elijah said, "Thank you for behaving. Sleep well."
Elijah directed Rebekah again to change quickly and then wait for him in the corner. He knew his sister and when she tended to drink herself silly, the best way to sober her up, in his opinion, was over his knee with a hard spanking. Elijah quickly changed into his own cotton pajamas and put his robe on over them. When he got back to Rebekah's room, he found her in the corner with her hands at her side. The cutting board was on the bed.
"Come, Sister. I am tired, too. You will not be drinking wine again ever," Elijah declared.
"No, Elijah! I am not a little girl," Rebekah whined. She turned to Elijah in a white nightgown and he wanted to smile as the light spray of freckles on her nose and cheeks made her look childish indeed.
"I know," Elijah said as he pulled her over his left leg, "but you threw a glass of wine in my face tonight. That was very naughty."
Elijah picked up the cutting board and popped her over her entire behind.
"Owwww! Nooo," Rebekah wailed as she felt the first blow with the makeshift paddle. Pop!
"Naughty children end up with sore bottoms and sleeping on their tummies. Right, young lady?" Elijah asked in an amused tone.
Pop!
"No! Please, Sorryyyy," Rebekah wailed. The circular instrument was large enough to swat Rebekah entire rump at one time.
Pop! Rebekah screamed and tried to swim off Elijah's lap as she felt tiny fire ants attack her.
"Settle down," Elijah cautioned. Pop! Rebekah felt Elijah rest the paddle on her behind as she began to cry in earnest. He had promised her a bare bottomed spanking and if it helped him end the punishment, he would do anything to hasten it.
Elijah rested the cutting board on the bed and yanked up Rebekah's night gown. He found her in bloomers that he gathered up the excess material with his left hand.
"No, Elijah. No on my bare bottom. That paddle hurts too much!" Rebekah shouted. Pop!
Elijah swatted her firmly once and gave her a minute to let that sink in. Pop!
Elijah began to swat hard until the lower checks of Rebekah's bottom was red and shiny. Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat! Swat!
Rebekah's tears soaked the comforter and he finally heard her say, "S-Sorry, 'Ligh."
Elijah stopped smacking her and recovered her sore behind.
"Thank you, my dear. I love you. Are you ready to behave and listen now?" Elijah prompted.
"Yes, I will," Rebekah cried.
"In the bed now," Elijah guided. He settled Rebekah on her stomach and rubbed her back until she fell asleep. He would talk to her more about the dangers of wine tomorrow when she was in more of a state to listen.
Elijah heard a sound, "Kol, come in. She's sleeping."
"That was quite a going-over, Elijah. Did you have to be so firm with her?" Kol chided.
"Kol, she can't behave like that and you know it. Those women's rights meetings are going to her head. A big of nonsense, if you ask me. What is on your mind, Brother?" Elijah said getting up and picking up the cutting board and following Kol out of the room.
"Nothing, I guess. If something was happening, you would tell me, right? I mean, you would not hide anything from me?" Kol prompted.
Without hesitation, "Of course not, why would we?"
"I do not know," Kol said carefully. He wondered why Elijah said "we."
"Go to bed now. This is a holiday. We are supposed to be relaxing," Elijah remarked.
"Goodnight, then," Kol said softly.