Hey, just wondering . . . Is anyone still reading Twilight? I kind of want to rewrite my Jacob story, but I don't want to waste my time if no one is reading it.
Chapter Thirty
When Ric finally made it to the boarding house he went inside without knocking. He was sorry he had. There were four dead bodies – one on the couch, and three on the floor – and both Damon and Rebecca looked as if they had definitely seen better days.
"What happened to you guys?" he asked.
Damon's neck was full of holes and he was leaning over a barely conscious Rebecca, who had wounds in her stomach. Gunshot wounds?
"Werewolves," Damon seethed.
Ric walked closer and finally saw what was wrong with Rebecca.
"Buckshot?"
"Yeah."
Ric could see the muscle and bones that had been torn apart by the pellets having torn through Rebecca's body. He knew the only thing holding Damon together right now was the fact that Rebecca needed his help.
"Damon," Rebecca whispered. Blood was coming from her mouth. Ric knew the reason she wasn't healing was because the pellets were still lodged into her stomach. They must've punctured her organs, because she was spitting up blood.
Her face and lips were pale; bloodless.
"What do you need me to do, Damon?"
"I need you here for Chelsea," he said. "I can't go to her like this, and Becca can't do anything right now."
"Of course."
Damon gestured for him to go upstairs and Ric went without a fuss.
Rebecca's head lolled against the carpet. Damon hadn't moved her because she wouldn't have been able to stand being moved. As it was, she was barely conscious – blood loss, pain, and alcohol had sped along the process.
Her blood had soaked through the knees of his jeans. Getting the pellets out of her was causing more blood loss, but it was a necessary evil. She couldn't heal properly with them still inside her. It didn't help matters that he was weak from the vervain he'd been injected with and in pain from blood loss himself.
Finally, Rebecca fell completely unconscious and he was able to be quicker in his movements. He knew her brain was working to keep her from feeling any pain. That just happened to be what he needed at the moment.
Once all the little bits were gone, Damon closed his eyes and bent his head in a brief moment of relief. That part was finished, at least. Now Rebecca needed blood – a lot of it.
He went down to the basements and grabbed about five bags of blood – one for him, and four for Rebecca. Once upstairs, he sat beside Rebecca and cradled her head on his lap. She was still unconscious, obviously too weak to feed on her own. She couldn't even move.
The first spark of fear went through him when he realized she wasn't swallowing. Her hands twitched, he noticed, and he clung tighter to her.
"Becca, you have to drink," he whispered urgently.
As if in response to his voice, her mouth began to grimace as her face took on the look of a vampire. Her fangs punctured the bag he was holding to her mouth and she was eventually able to reach up and grasp the bag herself.
Damon was unable to hold her close enough as relief filled him. She would heal now, and she would be okay.
Once Rebecca woke up she grabbed at her stomach and sighed in relief when she realized her wounds were gone. She looked around and realized she had been moved to her bedroom. Damon had obviously moved her after she had healed.
She vaguely remembered seeing Ric earlier and that he'd been called to watch over Chelsea. Rebecca focused her hearing so that all the sounds would make their way to her. Chelsea was giggling and she knew Ric was still there. Rebecca could hear his heartbeat.
She stood up and found she was still weak and a little unsteady. She had to grab the bedpost to keep from falling back on the bed.
Damon appeared by her side in less than five seconds. His shirt was off and his neck was wet. Apparently he'd been washing off – he had come out of the bathroom.
"Hey, you're okay," he said.
"Yeah, I know. Got up when I shouldn't have."
She sat back down and leaned her head on Damon's shoulder when he sat beside her.
"How was Chelsea when Ric checked on her?"
"She was asleep until a few minutes ago."
"Good."
Damon lifted her head so he could look at her.
"Is that where you were going? To get Chelsea?"
"Yeah." She bit her lip. "Damon . . . I've made my decision regarding Chelsea."
He stiffened. "Yeah?"
"We can't keep her, Damon. If anything had happened to us tonight, what would've happened to her? No one knew we were in trouble, Damon, and she would've been here alone until someone thought to check on us or until Stefan had come home. It was a good thing Elijah came when he did."
Damon tensed even more. "About that. When did you have time to call him?"
"I pretended to be unconscious and Jules left me alone. I called him then."
Damon nodded. "And do you remember what Bonnie said about the sacrifice? And Elijah's plan."
"Elena has to die," Rebecca said softly. "I . . . I knew that already, Damon. I mean, I suspected it, anyway.
"You knew and you were okay with it?"
"No, of course not, Damon! But . . ."
Rebecca sighed. She didn't want to talk about this now. Damon had changed the subject only because he didn't want to talk about giving up Chelsea.
"But?" Damon prompted.
"I can't worry about one person, Damon."
Damon shook his head, obviously not understanding.
Rebecca bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood before answering with, "Damon . . . do you know why I let you get away with killing so much when we first got together?"
"Because you knew that my humanity was shut off."
"Well, yes, but that's not the only reason. You . . . I . . . I had to think of the bigger picture. I allowed you free reign, yet I was super hard on Stefan, even before he killed me. Did you ever wonder why? Because he did more damage than you did even on your worst days."
"What does that have to do with the sacrifice?"
"Elena has to die for the curse to be broken. Klaus is an Original, and we don't know how to kill an Original. If we don't let Elena die, Klaus will be stronger than us – all of us. We will die fighting an impossible-to-win battle. I'm hoping we can find another way, but I can't risk the whole world for one girl, Damon."
Rebecca didn't like the words that were coming out of her mouth, didn't like that she was willing to let Elena sacrifice herself. It was true that Rebecca would die for her friend if she had to, but while she was here on this earth she also had to fight to protect it. Sometimes that meant making the hard decisions and doing things that others couldn't.
She loved Elena, but one girl was not worth having an invincible vampire running around. If Klaus was as bad as everyone said he was, they really needed to find a way to stop him before everything happened.
"We need to talk," Stefan said, coming up behind Elena, who was pouring herself a glass of wine.
"What is it?"
"Damon learned that Elijah's planning for you to die in the sacrifice ritual."
Elena's heart picked up speed and she turned to face him.
"I know the deal I made, Stefan. Elijah's very careful with his words. He promised to protect my friends, he never said a word about me."
"You mean that . . . you knew that you weren't gonna survive this?"
"If it comes down to the people that I love getting killed or me . . . I know what my choice is gonna be."
Stefan shook his head, anger beginning to fill him.
"Elena, how . . . how could you stand out there earlier with me talking about making plan for our future when you don't even expect to have one?"
"I'm sorry, Stefan. I'm just trying to keep the people that I love safe. I'm trying to keep you safe."
"No. What you're doing is you're being a martyr," he almost growled. How could she have made that deal? She was only seventeen years old. She hadn't lived her life yet. Didn't she want a chance to live?
"How is that any different than when you say that you would die to keep me safe?"
"Because I've already lived!" Stefan said firmly. "A hundred and sixty-two years I have lived and you've barely begun. And now you wanna let yourself get killed? That's not heroic, Elena, it's tragic."
Back in Mystic Falls, Tyler had gone to the Grill. He was planning on leaving town, but he had a few things he needed to make right first.
One of which was that he needed to clear the air with Matt. He knew Matt thought there was something going on between him and Caroline, but there wasn't. Matt needed to know, so Tyler caught up with Matt right as his shift was ending.
"I've been going through a rough time," he said. "It's something I can't really talk about and Caroline's been helping me through it. She's been there for me more than anyone's been there for me in my entire life, and I kinda fell for her. I don't know how anyone wouldn't because she's pretty incredible, but she loves you. She needs you and, to be honest, she deserves someone like you."
Matt was an amazing guy. He wouldn't fool around on someone he cared about, and he'd always be there if someone needed him.
"So you be good to her, okay?"
"Yeah. Of course."
Tyler watched as relief filled his best friend's face and then he walked out of the Grill and toward the car Jules was in. He'd told her no more lies – that was the condition he'd made her agree to if she wanted him to come with her.
She had agreed.
Back at the lake house, Elena was reading from one of Jonathan Gilbert's journals. Stefan had stormed off and was now out on the pier. She knew he needed time to comprehend what he had just learned about the sacrifice. She knew he didn't want her to die – she wasn't exactly happy about it, either – but she wouldn't let everyone else be killed because of her.
Stefan would come back to her when he was ready.
The journal she was reading started right after the vampires had been locked in the tomb. The townspeople thought the vampires had been killed in the church fire and that the horror had passed.
They'd been wrong!
Jonathan himself had thought they were safe from everything aside from the war. Elena had a hard time grasping the fact that she was reading a first-hand account of someone who had lived in the time of the Civil War.
The particular entry she was reading was about Jonathan learning about the new monsters – his word, not hers – that the others had created. Jonathan had been having a dinner party the night he'd found out about the new vampires, and one of his guests had been attacked and killed and then another followed shortly after.
I knew I was about to die, her ancestor had written. You cannot run from a vampire. I saw the vampire who killed me. I recognized him. It was Stefan Salvatore.
Elena looked out toward the lake where she knew Stefan was. Stefan had killed two people and had bitten Jonathan Gilbert. She assumed he either hadn't been killed or he'd had his ring on when he had been attacked so that even if he had been killed he would've come back to life.
Elena sighed and then went back to reading.
Outside, Stefan was talking to Damon again. Damon was telling him that Rebecca had known all along about the deal Elena had made with Elijah, had known that Elena's survival had never been mentioned.
"I just got a call from Carol. She gave me some good news," Damon said, changing the subject. "Well, good for me anyway. Tyler Lockwood ran away from home. He left her a note."
Stefan heard Damon tinkering around with something on the other end.
"So now that the werewolf problem is out of the way, we can focus on –"
"Killing Elijah," Stefan said. "That's not gonna be easy. He's crafty."
"Well, I've got a crafty little dagger."
"He's an Original. We don't know what all that encompasses."
"Oh, trust me, Stefan. I'm gonna cross all my t's. I don't want any surprises."
"Wow, Damon. You're actually gonna be careful for once?"
"Yes, Stefan. I've become you. How tragic for both of us. Got a murder to plan. I have a busy day ahead of me."
"A'right. Be careful."
They both hung up and when Stefan closed his phone he looked back up to the house. Through the window he could see Elena reading one of the journals she'd found. He was still mad and knew they needed to talk more about what had happened, but he also knew she needed time with those journals.
It would be the only source of family history she would ever have.
"Are you mad at me," Rebecca asked. "About what I said?"
"About letting Elena die?" Damon asked. "No, I'm not mad. I'm confused."
Chelsea had just gone back to sleep, and Damon had Rebecca had walked Ric to the door. Rebecca was still a little dizzy on her feet, but she was better.
"Why're you confused?"
"Well, Elena's your friend, for one."
"Yes, she is, but she's also willing to die. I mean – I don't think I'm saying this right. What I'm trying to say is that I don't want her to die, but . . . if that's the only way to save everyone else . . ."
Elena's death would be the last resort for Rebecca. She wouldn't let it happen if she could help it, but she had to prepare herself for the worst.
"We can't have an invincible vampire running around. That's all I'm saying."
"We could always use the dagger," he said.
"But Elijah says that Klaus will be vulnerable only in the middle of the ritual, which means Elena would have to die anyway. Maybe he can't be killed until then."
Damon sighed and Rebecca could tell he was tired. He'd been tortured earlier, mentally and physically, and he hadn't been able to rest as she had.
"Damon, this is only if it comes down to the last moment," Rebecca said. "Not a second before."
Rebecca hoped Damon would understand. She didn't want to fight about this with Damon. Nothing was set in stone, and with Elijah around, maybe they could find a way to save Elena.
The next morning, Rebecca found herself out near where all the old families had lived in the 1800s. Jenna had called her and said she had a meeting with Elijah and he had requested Rebecca's presence if it was convenient. She had agreed to meet them – Damon hadn't said much, but reluctantly let her do what she wanted.
"The old Fell property actually starts just beyond that fence," Jenna said.
Rebecca, Jenna, and Elijah had been walking along the property line between the Fell estate and the old Gilbert estate.
"Ah, the Fells," Elijah said. "One of the Founding families."
There was a certain note of derision in Elijah's voice that caught Rebecca's attention.
"Why do you say it like that?" she asked.
"My research showed me that this area was actually settled almost two full centuries earlier. There was a migration of town folk from the northeast. Um, Salem, to be precise."
"Massachusetts?" Jenna questioned. "As in the witch trials?"
Elijah nodded. "Which means the ever-lauded Founding families didn't actually found anything."
Rebecca suddenly wondered how old Elijah was. She knew he was an Original, but what did that entail? If he had been around in the 1600s that made him about a century-and-a-half older than Damon, but if he'd been around during Katherine's time he was about five-and-a-half centuries old – maybe even older.
"I bet it was the men who made it a big deal about being Founders back in 1860," Jenna said. "Men are territorial."
"Yes, they are," Elijah agreed. He turned to Rebecca then. "It has come to my attention that the Salvatore house is being rebuilt, and that you're helping."
Rebecca nodded after hesitating briefly. "Yes . . ."
"I'm pretty curious about the freed slaves' property owners," Elijah said.
"Why?" Rebecca blurted out and then blushed slightly. "I mean, why come to me about that? To the best of my knowledge, the slaves ran away."
"Some say the descendants of the slaves are the true keepers of American history."
"I actually have the list of freed slaves in my car," Jenna said. "Just give me a minute and I'll be right back."
Once Jenna was out of hearing distance Elijah stepped closer to Rebecca. She had to force herself not to take a step back.
"You are looking better," he said. "Everything else went smoothly after I left last night?"
She nodded. "Thank you again."
"Things have not changed so much that you now deserve to die," Elijah said. "Besides, can you imagine Damon trying to make it without you?"
She couldn't, actually, and it scared half to death.
Elena jumped as Stefan came through the sliding back door. She'd been so consumed in reading her ancestor's journal that she hadn't been paying attention to anything else.
Stefan shrugged out of his jacket and threw it on the rocking chair on the other side of the room.
"Are you still mad?" she asked softly.
"Yeah," he scoffed. "I'm still mad."
"We have a difference of opinion, Stefan. We're not always gonna agree on everything."
"And you've agreed to sacrifice yourself to Klaus." Stefan gave her a sarcastic grin filled with malice. "To say we have a difference of opinion is the understatement of the century."
"You would know," Elena quipped.
Elena and Stefan stared each other down silently until Stefan shook his head as if he thought this conversation really wasn't worth the effort he was putting into it.
Eventually he nodded at the journal in her hands. "What does Jonathan Gilbert have to say?"
"A lot," Elena answered. "It's insane, the things he wrote in his journal." She handed the journal over to Stefan. "There's stuff he kept from the Founding families, stuff that nobody knows . . . Stuff that you've never told me."
Elena bit her lip and watched as Stefan bound the leather journal up with the string attached to it.
"I was . . . I was angry at the Founding families for what they did to Katherine. I wanted revenge. I didn't know about Jonathan Gilbert's ring yet. I didn't know that . . . that he would survive."
Stefan sat on the coffee table right in front of Elena. She stared at him for a few seconds. She could tell by the guarded expression on his face that he didn't know if she wanted him to keep going. She didn't really want him to, truth be told, but she needed to know these things.
"He described you as a monster," she prompted quietly.
"That's what I was. I want you to know the truth, but I want you to hear it from me."
Elena nodded and then asked a quick question. "Was Rebecca there for a lot of it or . . ."
"She was there for maybe two weeks after Damon and I turned. I believe she could've helped me had she been able to stay longer." With a deep breath Stefan began. "In the week after I turned, I relished in it. I took it to the darkest place I could . . ."
Mystic Falls, 1864
Stefan was in the Veritas house feeding off of a few girls he'd picked up in town. One girl was playing the piano and the three others were his dinner; one was already dead, and he was working on a second until Damon came in and ruined his fun.
"Company, brother?"
"Brought enough to share," Stefan said, grabbing the bite-free girl and shoving her in Damon's direction.
"Are you mad? Bringing them here when the entire town is hunting us."
"If you're worried about the Founding families, please don't be. They're all dead or are about to be."
Stefan went back to feeding from the girl he'd been bleeding dry, but Damon interrupted. He was compelling the girl Stefan had given him to leave and forget she'd been there.
"Come on, Damon. Don't be like this. I'm just having some fun."
"Staying alive is more fun, Stefan. We have to be more careful than this, more clever. Like Rebecca was teaching me to be."
"And where is she now, Damon?" Stefan mocked. "You woke up one morning and she was gone. She didn't care enough about you to stay."
Stefan didn't know how fair he'd gone until pain shot through Damon's eyes. Damon glared icily back at him.
"I'm done here with you. I'm leaving town."
Damon shoved past him and almost made it to the door, but Stefan flashed toward him and blocked the way.
"Wait. You hate me. I know. I know – an eternity of misery and on and on. I know. But you don't have to leave town, Damon. I'll do better. I promise."
Stefan couldn't lose Damon; he was all Stefan had left. Stefan hadn't been able to feel anything but rage and hunger ever since he'd been turned, but now he felt something else. Fear of being alone for eternity.
"You will get us killed," Damon muttered. "I'd rather leave you to do that to yourself."
When Damon shoved by him this time Stefan wasn't able to go after him. His body was paralyzed by the fact that Damon had meant what he'd said.
He was leaving.
"I wasn't myself then. I was full of guilt," Stefan said to a stunned Elena. She'd been silent all through his explanation of one of his worst memories of his early vampire life. "What I did to my father, to my brother . . . I had to turn it off. It was the only way I could survive."
"It sounds like you were Damon."
"I was worse," Stefan said honestly.
At that point in time he had been worse than Damon had ever been.
Rebecca walked into the Grill at around noon. She'd promised to meet Damon there for lunch. What she hadn't promised was to bring Jenna or Elijah with her, but they had tagged along. Jenna had a lunch date with Alaric, so Rebecca knew why Jenna was there, but other than the fact that Elijah was interested in the old Salvatore property Rebecca had no clue why Elijah had come with her.
Damon and Ric were sitting together so Rebecca and Jenna went and grabbed a seat beside their respective boyfriend. Elijah chose to stand by the table on the grounds that he wouldn't be staying long.
Rebecca shrugged and then kissed Damon quickly on the lips. "Where's Chelsea?"
"Jeremy. I told him we'd pick her up after lunch."
"Good.
Rebecca hated passing Chelsea around like she was a community baby – and she had a solution for that – but sometimes there was no other choice. Rebecca knew she and Damon needed to have a serious talk about Chelsea. They really did need to have Robert take her with him when he left for California.
"So what did you guys talk about today?" Ric asked Jenna after receiving a kiss from her.
"Oh," Jenna gasped. "Sorry. Elijah, this is Ric, my . . . boyfriend?"
Rebecca laughed at the questioning look Jenna gave Ric and the small grin and nod she received back.
"My boyfriend," Jenna continued. "Ric, this is Elijah."
"Nice to meet you," Elijah said.
"Same."
Elijah nodded at Rebecca and she took that as her cue. "Elijah is interested in the old Salvatore house. Maybe you could talk to him about it sometime." Rebecca shrugged. "Maybe he could come over sometime for dinner or something."
"Tonight maybe?" Damon supplied. "I can cook. Everyone's invited."
Well, that was easy, Rebecca thought. Almost too easy.
Was Damon just putting on an act for the other two or did he have something else planned? He better not be planning to use the dagger; they didn't know anything about it except that it came from Diana, which meant it definitely wasn't trustworthy.
"I'm free," Jenna said. "Could be fun."
Ric agreed only because Jenna already had.
Rebecca looked at Elijah. "You in?"
He smiled. "It would be a pleasure, Miss Stone."
"Okay. Damon, you and I need to go shopping, so how about we leave Jenna and Ric to it and then we can go ahead and get Chelsea after?"
Damon agreed and they left the restaurant. They decided to just take Damon's car and they would pick Rebecca's up on the way back. Once on the road, Rebecca couldn't hold her thoughts in anymore.
"You planning on killing Elijah tonight?"
"Not yet. I promised I wouldn't use the dagger until I knew more. I'm gonna go talk to Katherine and see if she's heard of the thing."
"Yeah, because she's known for telling the truth."
"There's no need to be snarky about it," Damon said.
"Yeah, there is. Katherine cannot be trusted. She'll lie about anything you ask her, or she'll use it to her advantage."
"Yes, but we'll be able to gauge by the way she reacts whether or not the dagger works."
Rebecca felt she was going to lose this one, and Damon did have a point. They might get more information out of what Katherine did rather than what she said.
Before going to the tomb Damon stopped by the boardinghouse to pick up some blood bags for Katherine. He figured she'd be more cooperative if she wasn't starving.
Both Damon and Rebecca went into the tomb to search for Katherine. They found her in the very back of the tomb. She was seated on the ground and propped up against the stone wall. Her skin had turned gray and crusted. She had begun to desiccate. Her organs had already shut down from lack of blood.
"You know, that is a great look for her. Can't we just leave her that way?" Rebecca quipped.
"Becca . . ."
Damon unsealed the bottle of blood he had picked up from the house and placed it under Katherine's nose. The girl immediately began to sniff and her mouth opened slightly. He tipped the bottle up so the liquid would flow into Katherine's mouth. After a few swallows, the girl grabbed the bottle and was able to hold it up herself.
Katherine's color soon came back to her skin and she opened her eyes. She didn't seem angry or spiteful until she spotted Damon and Rebecca.
"Wow. That blood did the trick. You're almost pretty again."
"What is it that you want, Damon?"
Katherine slowly stood up but didn't move otherwise. The small amount of blood she'd had hadn't made much of a difference; it had only been enough to wake her up, really.
"Rebecca's watcher is back in town. She told me this old wives' tale about how to kill an Original."
"And you wanna know if it's true," Katherine surmised. "If it was, I wouldn't tell you."
"Why not?" Rebecca asked. "If it was true, it would get Elijah out of your hair."
"I want Klaus dead, not Elijah," Katherine said. "He's compelled me to stay in here. If he dies, I'm stuck forever."
"Sucks for you."
Damon smirked. Katherine had basically just confirmed that there was, indeed, a way to kill an Original.
"Forget it, Damon. Killing Elijah would be a suicide mission. You can't do it."
"Can so."
"Can't."
"Even with a dagger and a little white oak ash?"
Whatever smugness that was usually in Katherine's face and eyes left as soon as the words registered. He had struck a nerve.
"No, Damon," she pleaded. "If you kill Elijah, then I'm stuck in here forever."
All that was missing from the girl was stuttering and trembling. Her voice, however, said it all.
"You're really scared," Rebecca said.
"Look, just get me out of here first, and then I'll help you," Katherine said to Rebecca. "I'll – I'll help you kill Elijah, or – or protect Elena. Whatever you want."
"I don't want Elijah dead," Rebecca said. "This is all Damon."
"We let you outta here and your butt is sippin' Klaus-free margaritas on some unknown island somewhere. No way."
"That's not true. I'll stay. Damon, please. Just – just don't do it!"
"Well, thank you," Damon said, ignoring her pleas. "You've told me everything I need to know."
"I've told you nothing."
"You have. You have indeed confirmed that it is possible to kill an Original, which I will do tonight."
Once Rebecca and Damon were outside the tomb Rebecca stopped walking.
"Why exactly are we planning on killing Elijah? He's helping keep us safe."
"He can't be trusted," Damon said. "Please don't be against me on this. I need you with me."
"I'm not okay with this, Damon." Rebecca's throat tightened. "I mean . . . he's kept his word so far. We may need him later. He's saved us more than once, and . . ."
"He's still a threat," Damon exclaimed.
"How exactly is he a threat?" Rebecca almost yelled. "I think using that dagger is more of a threat."
If Damon had gotten the dagger from anyone other than Diana and had gotten information on said dagger from someone other than Katherine, maybe she would feel differently.
"I just don't feel good about this, Damon. At all. I don't like where the dagger came from, I don't like who you went to to find out about it, and I definitely don't like that you're taking Katherine's word for it."
"You saw her. She was actually scared."
The fact that Damon was calmly trying to reassure her didn't really set well with Rebecca.
"Yes, because she thinks it will work, but what if it doesn't?" Her throat began to burn and she realized she wanted to rip into something, or cry, and she really wasn't sure which. "What if it doesn't work? What do you think he's gonna do? Just let you walk away? No, he'll go after you, me, and probably Chelsea. We should just leave him alone!"
Rebecca now realized how Elena must've felt when Katherine had gone after Jenna, when Elena had thought everyone she loved was in danger because she hadn't listened to her doppelganger.
"Damon, we've been in more danger in the past month than I've been in my whole life. If leaving Elijah alone no matter how much of a threat he is, is what it takes to keep us safe, I'm all for it.
"He's saved us, he saved Chelsea. I can't kill him. You shouldn't either."
By this time the persistence in Damon's face had softened. Rebecca knew it was because until now she hadn't really expressed her opinion on the Elijah thing. Sure, she'd been against the dagger thing from the start because it had come from Diana, but she'd never outright said she didn't want Elijah dead.
As soon as her eyes began to sting Rebecca knew her body had decided to cry rather than find something to tear apart. Damon brought her to his chest and held her as the tears fell.
"Is this really an actual problem? Because I see potential chaos if Elijah is allowed to live."
Rebecca shrugged slightly even though his arms were around her.
"I just don't want anything to happen to you if this fails." Rebecca sniffed a little. "Don't tell me if or when you're going to do this. I won't be able to act natural at all."
Damon pushed her away slightly but left his hands on her shoulders.
"You didn't answer my question. Is this gonna be a problem for us?"
"No." That wasn't the issue. "You believe you're doing the right thing and you're doing it to protect everyone. I just don't happen to agree with this method."
Because she felt she needed to reassure him now, she said, "Don't worry. I'm nowhere near as upset as I was when you tried to kill Caroline."
She was glad she'd been able to save Caroline; the blond had saved her life not long after Caroline had been turned.
Maybe she should remind Damon of that incident; maybe it would open his eyes.
Okay, even though I love my Damon and Rebecca, I think I really liked my Rebecca and Elijah scenes in this one. You can tell she really does like Elijah even if she does fear him a little bit. I actually feel bad for Stefan in this one even though I understand where Elena is coming from. If it came down to me or my loved ones, I'd probably make the same decision she made. I'm glad Tyler is out of it for a while. His whole werewolf drama was becoming redundant to write about, not to mention I never liked Jules.
Now for the big question . . . did it seem out of character for Rebecca to be THAT willing to let Elena die? I mean, obviously she doesn't want Elena to die, but . . . she was there when Elena made the deal with Elijah, she would know what it really meant as she made a deal with Elijah as well.
Let me know what you guys think.