Pairing: Rebekah/Erik(OC) (F/m) hand

"Home is where you are loved the most and act the worst."

-Marjorie Pay Hinckley

Late Wednesday night

French Quarter, New Orleans

Mikaelson Compound

After Marcel dropped Josh home, Rebekah and Davina were waiting to greet Erik. He was touched by the display. They hugged him and led him into the house, seemingly really glad to see him. He thought everyone would hate him for causing trouble.

Rebekah had laid out some clean shorts and a t-shirt of Marcel's she thought might fit Erik on the bed in Kol's old room. She had ordered a pizza as she knew that was something Erik liked, gave him a water bottle full of blood and told him to take a shower and come back down.

"How does he seem to you?" Rebekah asked Marcel.

"Kind of dazed. He was worried Klaus was going to be mad at him. I didn't tell him about the time I ran away with that pirate," Marcel laughed.

"Oh, you exaggerate. He was just happy you were okay. But truly, you never did that again. So the Crescent curse is reversed? That should make their testy little faction happy, if wolves can be anything but angry," Rebekah scoffed.

"I guess the Crescents have a right to be pissed, but in honestly, they were killing each other, too. I promised Erik that I'd take him to the Bayou again tomorrow to check out things, then he promised to go home. If not, Klaus is coming down here to get him. But Rebekah, Erik is still so angry at his brother...I ended up telling him about...Emil," Marcel admitted awkwardly.

"Over 150 years and we never really spoke of your half brother. Oh Marcel, he was a sweet boy, not like the Governor. His only crime was loving me and me wanting to turn him. Why did I think Nik would allow me to turn him? I think Nik's exact words were, 'If we turned every man you dropped you knickers for, then human beings would cease to exist, and we'd have no bloody food.' When he killed him, it broke my heart. He didn't deserve that, but if he didn't die, we wouldn't be here right now," Rebekah said kissing him on the lips.

"I guess I never really thought of this Emil as my brother. Just as I never really though of the Governor as my father. But for Erik, Connor is his brother and I hate to see them at odds. I don't know why it bothers me so much," Marcel confessed.

"You are a peacemaker these days, Marcel Gerald. The old you, the King who cursed the Crescents, is evolved. Now, you know the factions must come together to overcome the Guerrera threat and the threats to come. Because our enemies never stop, they are always at the gate...And on that note, the pizza is here," Rebekah smiled. She tossed her long blond hair over her shoulder.

"Good, I'm hungry," Marcel said flashing his perfect teeth at her.

"Erik, Davina! Pizza's here. Hurry up," Rebekah yelled.

After they ate, Rebekah took Erik up to his room.

"You don't have to tuck me in. I'm 14 now," he said sincerely.

"I know. But I wanted to talk to you," Rebekah said pulling down the comforter. She had given him a toothbrush and made him go brush his teeth.

"Now, can I go to sleep?" Erik asked, exaggerating his yawning.

"After we talk, in the bed," Rebekah indicated. Erik got in and let her cover him up.

"Marcel said he's taking you to the Bayou tomorrow. Now, when you are there, you are not to run off and play hero. Just in case something happens and you do find some of your long lost Guerrera relatives, don't try to capture them. They will not be taken alive. I know you are a hybrid, but I fought some of the Guerreras in the 1920s and they are not just strong, they are well-trained. Do you understand me?" Rebekah asked sternly.

Erik pursed his lips, "But that's what I came her for, to fight them, for what they done to my mama. No good pricks. They deserve worse than death. It ain't fair."

"Young man, I am not going to tell you again. You are not to fight them or you will not go, do you understand?" Rebekah repeated.

Erik fumed and flipped over on his stomach to avoid her.

"I'm tired. I'm going to sleep," he hissed in frustration.

"I guess with a sore bottom," Rebekah quipped. Faster than Erik could react to, Rebekah flipped down the comforter and swatted him on the backside. Smack!

"What! Heyyy," he yelped. He tried to flip back over, but her left hand was pinning him.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Stop! You have no right," Erik yelled as she swatted his sit spots hard. He tried to throw back his hands, but she let go of his back and pinned them, pulling down his shorts and briefs with the other hand.

Marcel heard this, vamped up, looked in, exchanged a look with Rebekah and softly shut the door. The compound rooms were not sound proofed like the mansion in Mystic Hills. Marcel winced a little as he heard the hard smacks through the door with his vamp hearing.

Feeling air on his bare bottom, Erik was in shock. He hadn't expected a spanking from his Aunt Bex tonight. She had been so nice to him.

"Erik, we love you dearly and I will not see you ripped apart. You may be a hybrid, but that does not mean they can't rip out your heart! Do you understand?" Rebekah said now spanking his bare behind all over. Now that she had gotten his attentions, she lightened the smacks and began to tap him from side to side. He tried to jerk out of the way by rocking his hips, but it was futile. He bit his lip stubbornly refusing to cry out again.

"Do you understand that this family cares about you? You are a Mikaelson now? If not by blood, but by name and love?" Rebekah said. Smack. Smack.

"This is how you s-show it?" Erik said through gritted teeth. His rump and upper thighs were stinging and felt raw, but he wouldn't cry from a couple of smacks with her hand. Though her hand felt as hard as a paddle to him. He wasn't sure how much more he could take like a man.

"Yes, dear. If I need to spank your sassy backside to show you that I care, I will. Running off like that? What would you thinking? Do you know how worried Connor was? He is sick over this," Rebekah scolded. She was smacking him in the same back and forth pattern on the same spots until they turned pink. Then, she swatted him across both cheeks until Erik began kicking his legs and wiggling violently. The pain was mounting and he felt tears dripping down his face against his will.

"He doesn't care. If he cared, he wouldn't have killed my goddamn mother," Erik yelled. Rebekah popped him especially hard on the top of his thighs until Erik broke. His behind was burning and aching, but his thighs were on fire right now. He tired to block her by bringing up his feet.

"Erik, he feels terrible. Feet down. If there was time, we would have found a solution. Connor saved all of you and Marcel. What would you have done in his place? Hmm," Rebekah asked stopping and rubbing his back.

Erik sobbed, "I don't know. Die, I guess."

"You would have let Penny and Marcel and Connor AND yourself die? I guess I need to go get my hairbrush and really spank some sense into you," Rebekah said popping him on the backside firmly. Smack! This caused Erik to try to flip over, but Rebekah was still holding him firmly. This wasn't her first rodeo.

"Ouch! N-No, n-no more, I-I'm sorry, I guess I would have done the same thing, I didn't thought of it," Erik cried. A flood of tears poured out of him. Everything he held in for weeks. She released his hands and he sobbed into them... Trying to wipe and cover his face, his shame. He didn't know what he would have done. Would he have let them all die to save someone who didn't even want to be saved?

Rebekah crooned, "It's okay, dear. It's all over. All forgiven. You can call Connor and talk to him when you're ready, okay? He loves you and doesn't want to lose you." She patted his back and rubbed circled on it.

Erik couldn't talk anymore, he was hiccuping. Tears and mucus were covering his face. Rebekah got a washcloth and wiped off his face. She pulled up his briefs and shorts. His backside was hardly even pink as his fast healing was kicking in. She knew his pain was mostly emotional. He turned over to his side and she brushed back his hair. So babyfaced and innocent looking.

"Now, are you going to mind me and behave yourself tomorrow in the swamp? No hero business, right?" Rebekah asked softly.

"Yes, Auntie Bex. I didn't think you'd spank me," Erik admitted sheepishly. He was completely surprised by the turn of events, but somehow it made him feel better. Did he really want to be the one to fight his own relatives out there in the Bayou alone? He was fierce and angry, but only one wolf. A wolf alone was weak, but a wolf pack was strong. He could have died out there and no one would have known. Maybe he brother hadn't done him wrong? If so, Erik had been the one who was wrong.

"I didn't think I'd have to spank you. But I will again if you misbehave or sass me again. And I do have a hairbrush," Rebekah warned with a slight smile.

"I'll behave. I will call Connor. I guess I was too hard on him. I don't know what I expected him to do," Erik said.

"Erik, my dear nephew, when you first become a vampire, it's very hard to think and concentrate. All emotions are heightened. But we are here for you. And if that means you go to bed with a warm backside, then you will. Welcome to the family, always and forever," Rebekah said pulling the comforter over him again.

Erik flushed at her words, he did have a warm backside right now. He felt like a baby getting tucked in, but he recalled that the only person who ever really did that for him had been Connor.

"Sorry about...being a brat and all. I'm gonna set things right, I swear it," Erik promised.

Rebekah kissed him on the forehead.

"I know you will. Go to sleep, I'll stay here until you fall asleep," Rebekah whispered. She hummed to him songs that Ester used to sing to them 1000 years ago as he fell asleep.

Louisiana Bayou

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Morning

"Boy,you can't imagine how good it is to see your face," Mary said pulling her grandson's face down to kiss his check.

Jackson was Mary's pride and joy. After his parents died, she had raised him herself. He has tall, dark, and handsome, but also brave and strong. Maybe she was biased, but to Mary, he was the best grandson in the world. She would do anything to protect him.

"You, too, Grams. I do have to shave, though. I probably need some longer pants. And boots," Jackson laughed.

"We'll get you everything you need. I know that Marcel Gerald finally made this right, but I can't forgive him for the years we lost. You stuck in wolf form," Mary started to get upset. Jackson put his arms around her.

"Grams, we're back now. The vamps are never gonna get the jump on us again. With the packs uniting, maybe we have a chance," Jackson said pulling away.

Mary and Jackson looked behind them at the sound of laugher. A blond boy with curly hair and bright green eyes was flirting with Modeste. She was trying to swat him away from taking the bag in her hands.

"Oliver Raoux, you get away from the girl right now, ya hear?" Mary shouted. Jackson winced, they had barely been back a day and already Oliver had gotten yelled at several times by multiple elders.

"Why, yes, ma'am. I ain't bothering this pretty little lady none, am I, Miss Modeste?" Oliver said backing away.

"Ollie, we got to go get some supplies and decent clothes. Come on. You remember how to drive?" Jackson said, putting an arm around Oliver when he got close enough.

Mary growled, "You boys behave, you hear. You ain't too old for me to strap the two of ya, just like I used to."

"Yes, ma'am. We'll be back soon," Jackson promised. He knew his grandmother got frustrated with Oliver's wildness and immaturity. Their years of being cursed had only caused Oliver to be more exuberant.

Under his breath, Jackson warned, "Not a word, Ollie. She ain't kiddin' about the strap. Shut it."

For once, Oliver shut his mouth and let Jackson lead him to the truck. Once they got in and got situated, Oliver smiled and turned to Jackson.

"Man, we're here! We ain't wolves. That girl is cute, ain't she? Brother, let's get some as men. This is our time. I guess I could use a real shower. WOOOHOOOO!" Oliver yelled, banging the top of the truck as he drove.

"Slow down, Ollie. You wreck my Grams' truck and she ain't just gonna whup you, you will kill you!" Jackson laughed.

"Boy, first thing we're doing is getting us some beer, then some pus-," Oliver started.

"STOP! Look out!" Jackson cried.

They said two guys crawling out of the brush onto the road. They jumped out of the truck and turned one over.

"It's Aiden! He's hurt," Oliver yelled out.

"Aiden, it's me, Jackson. We're going to take care of you guys. Hang on," Jackson promised.

"I seen a blanket in the back of the truck, I'll get it," Oliver said.

Jackson knew some of the Crescents had wandered further off in the swamp. So when the spell was reversed, it took them longer to get back to civilization. Aiden and his brother Tommy had been missing, but no one thought anything of it. Now, it looked like they had been mauled, and they weren't healing.

"Ollie, hurry up! They are hurt bad and they ain't healing," Jackson screamed.

Mikaelson Compound

Same morning

"How'd you sleep, luv?" Rebekah asked in the morning. She came in and opened the curtains in Erik's room.

"Real good. Nice to sleep in a bed again, I guess," Erik admitted.

"Here's some blood. Drink. You look too pale," Rebekah said giving him the mug and sitting on the side of his bed.

"Thanks, Auntie Bex," he smiled, remembering how she liked to be called that. He flushed again thinking of how she had put him to bed last night. He shifted and realized that he felt no residual effects, except the embarrassment of knowing that she had pulled down his pants and seen him crying like a baby.

She laughed as if reading his thoughts, "It's okay. We're your family now. Believe me, dear, we've all been there. Don't be ashamed. I'll let you get dressed."

For a second, Rebekah wanted to tell him how many times, she, Kol, and Marcel had been in the same position in this very room and very house, not but a century ago. Those lectures from Elijah, Nik losing his temper, her stomping her foot, Marcel and Kol arguing, but in the end, all was forgiven after the price was paid. Instead of spilling her guts to the child, Rebekah picked up his dirty clothes from the floor and put them in the hamper. Some things never changed.

"Mom! Where's my red shirt?" Davina screamed from the other room.

Rebekah went to yell back and then apologized to Erik and told him she better get it for her or she'd never find it.

Erik did feel better drinking the blood. He wondered if some of his rage wasn't from becoming a vampire after all. Everything was so intense, it was hard to calm down and think straight. The spanking he got last night had quelled his urge to sacrifice himself along in the Bayou. He still wanted revenge, but he couldn't do it alone.

Marcel had promised him that he would swing by later and pick him up. They were going to meet with the wolf elders to see if they could come up with a plan for capturing the remaining Guerreras. Then, Erik was to fly home and let Marcel handle the rest.

Louisiana Bayou

Later that day

"Eve, can you save them?" Mary asked worriedly.

Since so many Crescents had died, they had a crop of orphan children. Mary considered Aiden and Tommy her boys almost as much as Jackson. And hell, Oliver, though he annoyed the shit out of her.

"I don't understand why they are not healing," Eve responded.

"Look at these wounds. This is no regular animal attack," Mary determined.

"No, this is something I ain't seen before," Eve agreed.

"We best call Mr. Gerald. Maybe one of them witches or such will know what to do. We can't lose more of our kin. Plus, we got to find out what done this," Mary reported grimly.

Whatever it was, it was dangerous and new. That was never good in this swamp.