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I remember that day so clearly. I guess it could be the day that… started it all.
I opened the front door and came in with my muddy bike.
"Rayna Gilbert!" mom yelled exasperatedly. "Get that dirty thing out of the house now!" she ordered, oven mitt hands on her hips. I pouted but did as was told.
As I walked to the garage, I dumped my blue and purple bike next to Elena's bright pink one and grimaced at her horrendous choice of colour. She was way too girly sometimes.
I heard the sound of clanking metal and spun around, but breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the familiar pair of my dad's black boots out from underneath the car.
"Rayna? Is that you?"
"Yeah. Mom told me to put my bike away." I explained, kneeling down and resting my head on the cement floor to watch my dad make those tweaks to the car he always loved to do.
"You haven't been with that Lockwood boy again, have you?"
I shrugged. "Yeah."
He raised his eyebrow, spanner in his mouth, and turned to face me. He removed the metal tool form his mouth and narrowed his eyes. "Just, don't tell your mother."
I nodded and grinned before jumping up and running out of the garage. My eight year old self was very enthusiastic.
I entered the house, taking off my muddy shoes and walking through to the kitchen.
"Need any help?" I asked my mom who was doing the dishes.
"No, thanks, sweetie… Actually, could you set the table? Elena's at Bonnie's house."
I rolled my eyes. Mom always made these excuses, but we both knew Elena never helped around the house. As I placed the knives and forks in the correct places, she asks, "You weren't with the Lockwood boy, were you? He's gonna get you into trouble one day, Rayna."
"No, he won't. We only went through the woods."
"Well, it's a good think I can trust you." She said as she passed me the candles to put in the centre of the table. I picked up the candles and put them down in a triangle, because I loved making shapes out of them. I looked in one of the drawers to find a match box. I grabbed the small wooden rectangle, but as I turned the candles had already been lit.
"Did you light them?" I asked.
She was looking at me oddly. "No, but I think you did."
"Welcome back to Chicago, Stefan." Klaus said as we got out of the car.
"What are we doing here?" Stefan asked. We walked into a sort of warehouse and Klaus opened the door. I saw the skyscrapers in the distance and my breath hitched. They were beautiful. I'd never really been anywhere like this before.
Honestly, I'd never really been anywhere. Let alone a breathtaking city such as this.
I would almost be happy if it weren't for the company.
"I know how much you loved it here…. Brings back memories of the good old ripper days." Klaus smirked.
I stood between the two of them as we looked at the large city.
"I blacked out most of them." Stefan said. "Lot of blood, lot of partying. Details are all a blur."
I winced inwardly as I pictured what Stefan meant exactly when he said 'partying'.
"Well, that is a crying shame." Klaus replied. "The details are what makes it legend… Chicago was magical."
"Yeah, well I'll take your word for it." I muttered. Klaus smirked at me before closing the door. Blocking the view of the outside world, making me feel more trapped here than I already was.
"Like I said, I don't remember most of it." Stefan said. "Why am I still here, anyway? We had our fun, your hybrids failed…"
"We're going to see my favourite witch." Klaus said as we walked to the car.
"Gee, thanks." I retorted sarcastically. This only made Klaus'smirk grow which caused me to scowl at him.
"If anyone can help with our hybrid problem, it's her." He said before motioning for me to get in the car. I climbed in and for some unknown reason felt upset. Did I really want to be Klaus' favourite witch? What the hell was wrong with me?!
He's a bad guy who doesn't know how to shave. You hate him. I reminded myself. I took a deep breath.
We entered a place called Gloria's which reminded me of the Grill only in a different layout with a small dance floor. It gave me a weird vibe for some reason.
"Looks familiar, doesn't it?" Klaus asked.
"I can't believe this place is still here." Stefan replied. I heard footsteps and saw a beautiful dark skinned woman with light blonde hair.
"You gotta be kidding me." She stated, smiling as she cocked her head to the side, looking at Klaus and Stefan.
"So," Klaus began with humour in his voice. "A hybrid walks into a bar, says to the barman—"
"Stop." She ordered. "You may be invincible but that doesn't make you funny."
I only just managed to hide a laugh. I liked her already.
Stefan and Klaus walked forwards towards her but I stayed put.
"I remember you." She said to Stefan.
"You're Gloria." Stefan stated. He sounded almost confused.
"Mmmhmm." Gloria said, nodding.
I walked next to Stefan and saw that he did in fact look confused. "Shouldn't you be…"
"Old and dead?" she grinned. "Now, if I die who's gonna run this place, huh?"
"Gloria's a very powerful witch." Klaus explained. She nodded.
"I can slow the aging down some. Herbs and spells but don't worry, it'll catch up to me one day." She said. "And, who might you be?" she asked, turning to me.
"Rayna Gilbert." I answered unsurely. She walked towards me and grabbed my wrists. I struggled at first but felt something strange. I grabbed her wrists in return.
I felt a power surge through me which I couldn't explain. "Do you feel that?" she asked me. I nodded. She let go and I did the same. "You're an incredibly rare kind." She said to me then turned to Klaus. "You found a Prophet."
"A what?" he asked, looking between us. Something about his expression told me he knew what that meant, and he looked like a child who found a new toy. I shivered noticably.
"A Prophet." She repeated and then turned back to me. "Tread carefully, Miss Gilbert. There are creatures out there who would kill to get to you."
"Why?" I asked.
"Because your gift is rare. Incredibly so. You have a pure soul, I can see that. But darkness will try and take away your light." She told me. I swallowed, wondering what exactly that meant.
"Rayna, why don't you and Stefan go to the bar and fetch us a drink?" Klaus asked. I stood glued to the spot until Stefan grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the bar.
He started making drinks and looked down at me.
"It'll be okay." He whispered. I nodded. I missed home now more than ever. School would start soon, and I wouldn't be there. I'd missed Elena on her birthday. On my birthday.
I looked at the wall and saw loads of pictures. They contained images both coloured or black and white of people inside Gloria's. I saw a picture of someone familiar and picked it off the wall. I gasped as I looked closer.
"What is it?" Stefan asked. I handed him the black and white photograph and his eyes widened.
He looked up to where Klaus and Gloria sat talking. "What is this?!" he demanded.
Klaus stood up. "Well, I told you Stefan. Chicago was a magical place." He said. There was an underlying tone to his voice of something I didn't quite recognise, but it didn't sound too good.
"But this is me…." Stefan said, holding up the picture. "With you."
Klaus smirked. "Rayna, love. Stay here with Gloria. If you try to leave… Well, you know the consequences."
I nodded silently as Stefan followed Klaus out of the room. Gloria sighed and looked at me. "You could stand there or, you could keep busy and help me with the bar."
I sat down, tears in my eyes as she tapped her fingers onthe table.
"Is there something wrong with me, mommy?" I asked.
She looked at me and smiled. "Of course not. But, it's best if we keep this our little secret, okay?"
"Why?"
"Because… If anyone finds out… Well, it might be best if you stay away from the Lockwood family."
"But Mrs Lockwood is nice."
"She's the mayor's wife and co— head of the coun… Never mind. Just do as I say, okay?"
I bit my lip and looked down sadly. "Okay."
The door opened and in walked Elena.
"Super's nearly ready!" mom yelled. Elena ran upstairs to her room and we heard it slam shut behind her.
Soon, the place was filled with people drinking, talking and having fun. I envied them. They had normal lives and when they left this place they could go to their families.
I had no such luxury.
I helped Gloria by cleaning tables. It was nice, because it kept me busy and for a while and distracted me from the fact that I could be at home right now, playing video games with Ric and Jere. I walked to the bar where she was pouring people drinks.
"Um, I'm just gonna go to the ladies room." I told her. She smiled at me.
"Sure. As long as you come straight back." I nodded and walked towards the bathroom. I took some cold water in the hands and splashed it over my face.
I looked into the mirror. The girl staring back at me looked empty, almost. I was pale, even for me. And my unnaturally natural blue eyes were darker. My eyes were like the sea, with blue and green but with flecks of gold and silver. Bonnie said ti was something to do with being a psychic, or I guess, a 'Prophet'.
I didn't look like my old self. I smiled, and my face still turned heart shaped when I did so and showed my pearly white teeth, but I wasn't happy. And I didn't know if I ever would be.
No, I knew I wouldn't be. Not here. Not while I watch people being ripped to shreds by someone who I rely on and who is my friend. Not while I hear the screams of people feeling the life being literally sucked out of them. But what was worse than the screams was the eerie silence that came afterwards.
I brushed my curly brown hair which was slightly lighter than that of Elena's and a little longer.
I walked back out into the bar and saw a man walking away and out of the door. He had hair the colour of a crow and wore dark clothing. I only saw the back of him as he left. For a moment, I had thought it might be Damon but shook my head. Wishful thinking.
If only it was.
Klaus and Stefan were sat at the bar talking. I walked over to them but saw Stefan turn around. I followed his gaze and saw Damon looking at us both, gesturing for us to come outside. It had been him after all.
A joy I couldn't explain spread through me. Damon's eyes lingered on me for a moment. He'd come for me.
Without a second thought I ran out of Gloria's. I saw Damon and a smile lit up my face. I ran towards him and threw my arms around his neck. He put his arms around my waist and held me tightly, picking me up. As though if he let me go, I'd be lost forever.
Suddenly Damon was ripped away from me as Stefan flashed the both of them and pushed Damon against a car. I let out a gasp, wanting his welcoming warmth to flood through me again.
"What is wrong with you?!" Stefan yelled.
"What is wrong with you?!" Damon retorted, pushing Stefan off of him. "Kill Andie one day, save my life the next. What are you? Good? Bad? Pick one!"
Damon was angry with Stefan. This I could tell. In his own twisted little way Damon had cared about Andie. I had seen Stefan kill her in a vision. Stefan was far gone, but he was still there. The vervain bracelet on my wrist beneath my jacket was proof of that.
"Klaus nearly saw Elena today you have to get her out of Chicago." Stefan warned.
"She's not going anywhere until she's got you checked into vampire rehab and on the mend. Trust me, I've tried! Besides, I'm not leaving Rayna with him."
"She's the key to everything Klaus can't know that she's alive." Stefan told him sternly.
"What are you talking about?" Damon asked.
"She was supposed to die in the sacrifice and she didn't. Now Klaus can't create any new hybrids. His witch is seconds away from figuring that out." I told Damon. His eyes flickered from Stefan to me.
"You have to tell her to forget about us." Stefan added.
"Tell her yourself." Damon said quieter. Stefan and I looked to the side to see Elena standing there unsurely.
I ran towards Elena and she wrapped her arms around me. "You know I can't come with you." I said, tears in my eyes.
"No, no you have to. You'd never give up on me. I love you, you're my sister. My twin. I know you, and—"
"Then you know why I have to do this to protect you."
She shook her head. "No!" she protested, tears falling down her cheeks.
I swallowed. Stefan walked beside me. I looked between the two who were now staring into one another's eyes. Speaking without talking.
"I'm gonna give you a moment alone, now. I love you, Elena. Tell Jeremy I love him too and that I miss everyone." I said. She wrapped her arms around me again. I walked away but managed to hear Elena shout at Stefan.
"You have to make her come home! You both have to come home now!"
I heard the pain in her voice and wiped the tears flowing down my cheeks before entering Gloria's.
I walked back into the bar to see Klaus leaning over Damon who lay on the floor. He held a wooden stake in his hand, hovering in the air above Damon's chest.
"NO!" I screamed. The stake caught alight and Klaus threw it on the ground. He turned around to Gloria.
"Really?" Klaus asked her.
"Not in my bar. You take it outside." She ordered. Klaus looked back at Damon who was trying to sit up but just pushed him back down again.
"You don't have to negotiate Stefan and Rayna's freedom." He said. "When I'm done with them, they won't wanna go back."
Damon groaned as he started to sit up. Klaus grabbed me roughly by the arm and dragged me away, out of the bar. I took one last look at Damon, and saw pain and anger in his eyes. I knew that that could be the last time I ever saw him, so I took those few seconds to memorize every inch of his beautifully sculpted face.
Because that was probably the last time I'd ever see him.
Klaus dragged me into some warehouse.
"Get off me!" I spat. He only gripped me harder. I knew I'd have a bruise tomorrow.
"Next time maybe you shouldn't be so eager to leave." He told me. "You must stay with me or next time, I will kill him. And it shall be painful."
"I didn't try to leave!" I shouted. "I never did. I'm not stupid. I knew what you would do."
He didn't pay me any attention. He walked towards a wooden coffin and saw that it was empty. He let go of my arm and I rubbed it, trying to make the pain go away.
"Rebekah," Klaus said. "It's your big brother. Come out, come out wherever you are."
In a blur Klaus was being pushed against the wall. A blonde woman stood holding a dagger in his chest. I gasped and took a step back. Klaus' eyes had widened and I saw the pain in his face. The woman, whom I assumed was this Rebekah was beautiful but looked angry and was dressed in old fashioned clothing.
"Got to hell, Nik!" she yelled in a British accent. She took a step away from him and I watched as he pulled the dagger from his chest and dropped it on the floor.
"Don't pout. You knew it wouldn't kill me." He told her.
"No, but I was hoping it would hurt more." She said through gritted teeth.
"I understand that you're upset with me, Rebekah. So I'm gonna let that go, just this once." He smirked. "Brought you a little peace offering." He told her. Rebekah turned and looked at me up and down.
"Oh, you shouldn't have." She said sarcastically before taking a step towards me, the veins beneath her eyes turning black. I froze, my eyes wide and I could swear my heart was on 1000 bpm. Klaus stood in front of me protectively. Over his shoulder Rebekah's face had turned normal again. She frowned at him.
"Not her."
She rolled her eyes. "As if you need another pet, Nik."
Klaus growled before turning to the door. "You can come in!"
The door opened and in walked Stefan. He looked between Klaus and Rebekah, managing to ignore me.
"Stefan!" she exclaimed. I saw a smile light up her face. Klaus walked towards Stefan and put a hand on his shoulder. I saw him lock eyes with Stefan and knew there were two things that could happen. A) Klaus and Stefan could kiss. Which wasn't likely. Although it would be one hell of a story to tell Care back home. Or, B) Klaus was about to compel Stefan.
"Now, you remember."
B it was.
Stefan looked at Rebekah once more. "Rebekah." He said. He started walking forwards.
"Stefan." Klaus said. Stefan turned back to face Klaus and his eyes widened.
"I remember you." He whispered. "We were friends." Klaus? Stefan? Friends? Friends?! Klaus?! Stefan?!
Klaus walked towards Stefan and smiled genuinely. "We are friends."
He then looked over Stefan's shoulder to Rebekah. "And now the reason you're here." Klaus walked passed Stefan and towards Rebekah. "Gloria tells me you know how to contact the Original witch."
"The Original witch?" Rebekah asked.
"What do you have that Gloria needs?" Klaus asked her.
Rebekah's hand went to her chest, but her face turned to a look of shock and confusion. It made her look like Elena, I thought. Rebekah looked down at her neck and then back up to Klaus.
"Where's my necklace?" she asked. "What did you do with it, I never take it off?!"
"Calm down, I didn't touch it." Klaus said tiredly. "We need to find it, Nik!"
"Tell me that's not what she needs!"
"Now, I want it back!"
"Tell me that's not what she NEEDS! REBEKAH!" He yelled as he gripped her by the shoulders and shook her violently. She pushed Klaus off of her before walking back to her coffin and frantically looking inside for her necklace.
"ARRGH!" she screamed as she closed the coffin. "ARRRGHHH!" she screamed again as she threw the coffin on the floor.
That was one vampire I didn't want to mess with.
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