Rebekah Pov
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As soon as I found, that mongrel I was going to skin him alive. The poor girl was covered in bruises from her head to her toes. Not to mention she was seriously ill in a coma-like state.
No doubt because of him and that red-headed witch bitch Genevieve.
I just hoped that I got to him before Nik, although I seriously doubted it. My phone rang, and I took it out of my pocket. I rolled my eyes, seeing Elijah's name.
"What in the bloody hell do you want now Elijah, you can't stop me. I am going to skin that bloody bastard alive and then drive a stake through his worthless heart."
I paused and frowned, waiting for his response. But this was not Elijah speaking on the phone but Davina.
I called Klaus, explaining what Davina said over the phone, and went to the compound as quickly as possible.
I frowned, looking at Luna. Her skin was pale, a grayish tone completely, unlike her usual, unique radiant carmel color that I had always envied. She had such beautiful skin. I swear she could pull off any color without even trying. Her heartbeat was slower than usual, slower than before I had left. She had gotten worse. Her skin felt as cold as ice. She was getting worse. Hopefully, she was strong enough to fight this, whatever it was off. I wish there was some way I could fight for her. She had fought enough, been through enough to last her a lifetime.
My brother was on his knees with a hand on her cheek and his eyes closed. He looked so lost...like he didn't know what to do now that his most significant motivator wasn't by his side...Luna was more than that. He probably didn't see it because his walls were built toweringly high and firmly solid. One day, I was sure that Luna would become my sister in law. One day she would have Mikealson as her last name. One day I might have another niece or nephew, maybe two or three. I wasn't getting completely ahead of myself, I saw the way they looked at each other, the way they held each other, the way they defended one another. It wasn't completely far-fetched. Of course, I and a few others would have to help speed things along, love was blind and deaf too in their exceptional case
Kol and Davina were in the corner of the room looking in old grimoires and spellbooks to see what was wrong with her. Damon and Marcel's vampires were still out looking for Stefan. I looked at Elijah worriedly.
I sighed, everything seemed to be fine at first when I came back, but now everything was messing up.
"It looks like a curse or a spell, possibly even a type of rare poison. I've never seen anything like this. Whoever did it was a smart witch they must have used a cloaking spell so that we can't track her," Kol muttered angrily as he slammed the book closed, nearly breaking the binding that held it together. Davina walked over to Luna and put her hand on her head.
Klaus' phone rang, and he moved away from Luna and answered it, giving her a look of longing before doing so.
He didn't say anything and left. I stared at Elijah, confused, and I attempted to call Hayley, but Elijah stopped me by handing me a glass of tequila. He was quite good at giving someone what they needed at their worst moments.
"Has anyone called Hayley?"
Elijah gave out alcohol and speeches while Luna gave warm, supporting hugs. Right now, just because of the situation we were in I'd much rather prefer a hug, but I wasn't complaining about the alcohol either.
"It's no use. I've already tried, it's like the signal is blocked, but there is no storm."
I sighed, exasperated, "What the bloody hell is she doing down there? She should be here with Luna. I mean with everything that happened with Stefan-"
"Hayley is seeing if the wolves know if anything about the current sleep state Luna now resides in. Had Luna never fallen ill, I am certain that she would be here supporting her sister."
He was right, of course, but I couldn't help but be snappy with everyone. Seeing my best friend like this stressed me out and made me want to act out. In other words, kill everyone who so much as breathed the wrong way.
"I'm sorry, Elijah, I'm just worried." Elijah nodded and looked back at Luna, "we all are."
Davina shook her head and got up angrily, "I know who did it and where she is. And when I find her, I am going to make sure that she won't ever be able to hurt anyone else again."
Davina left the room and then came back, grabbing one of my mother's most wicked grimoires from the shelf it sat on. Davina continued to mumble a string of incoherent words as she made her way to the exit of the compound
I looked at Kol, who was now by Luna. He had a pained expression on his face as he gazed down at her. He glanced out of the door that Davina just walked out of. I could tell he wanted to be with Davina, but he and Luna were close.
"Go," I said, taking a drink of the vodka. All of this stressed me out. Bourban and tequila weren't enough.
Kol scoffed and looked at Elijah, "Brother, is that the first drink she's had all morning if not, I would say that she has officially lost her mind."
Elijah said nothing and went to go, put a pillow behind Luna's head, brushing the hair back from her face. Klaus was usually the one to do that whenever she was awake or sleeping normally. Whenever he did it, he had this look of fondness on his face. Tenderness and affection were in play on his face too.
"Kol, you heard your sister, now go find Davina before she does something that will get her killed. And before you say I'm calling her weak, let me make it clear that I am not. Before that happened, she would most unquestionably take out whoever was in her way. But whenever emotions are associated, things have the tendency to get messy. Decisions and procedures are not, thought entirely through, and people get hurt, or actions are done to make the situation more worse than it was originally before those actions."
Kol frowned, most likely at Elijah's words, and covered Luna up with a blanket. I smirked at the sight.
I never knew Kol could be so caring and gentle. Months ago, he had confessed to me that he had always had a little crush on her. This was all before he had met Davina, of course. That little witch took over his mind when he first laid eyes on her. He never did tell anyone else.
Maybe the Mikealson family could evolve, grow, and emerge from being the worst of families to the best. Not because we turned good all of a sudden but because we were better.
Better because of the ones who were in our lives and now were apart of our family.
"Alright, I'll go, just promise me you'll take care of her."
I nodded, and Kol glared at me, "I want to hear it in words Rebekah."
"I swear that I'll take care of her, Kol," I replied after a few minutes of silence passed.
Kol then looked at Elijah, who started wiping off the blood that had started coming from Luna's mouth. "As do I."
Kol looked at Luna one last time before disappearing out of the room.
"It seems that everyone has gotten attached to her."
I wasn't jealous, I just simply stated the obvious. It was the truth. Luna was loved and apart of my family, and she always would be.
Elijah turned to me the handkerchief bloody in his hands, "Yes, and none other than Niklaus. He seems to be willing to do anything for her...When I first came to the city I had the impression that he no longer cared for anything or anyone. It changed, everything changed that night. From the first couple of days of her arrival, I knew that there was hope for him..."
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Damon Pov
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I had tracked Stefan down, but he requested that we talk in a car rather than in the open. I didn't really care I just wanted to get some answers out of him. Before I beat the hell out of him, gave him my blood, and then handed him over to Klaus fresh and ready to be killed.
Elijah said something about Genevieve controlling him, but I doubted Klaus would give a damn.
"What do you mean you don't know her. You slept with her last night. Not to mention you hurt her, and she is a very good friend of mine basically, my daughter, so starts telling the truth, or I start with my plan."
I was showing my brother a picture, of Luna and me. We were sitting in my car. I was in the driver's seat, wearing my leather jacket and my usual leather jacket t-shirt and jeans. Luna had her hair in two braids. She was wearing a hat, Kol's hat to be specific, she had 'borrowed' it from him, just like he had borrowed one of her t-shirts. She was wearing some make-up, her lips painted a glossy pink color. She had worn a blue, short-sleeved shirt and a pair of jean shorts that day. Hayley had been hesitant because she thought that they were too short. Luna had told her that she was just going out with me. And Hayley said that was a problem. I assured her, Hayley that I had no romantic interest in her whatsoever. Not that she wasn't pretty because she was. I was, however, interested in Cami. And surprisingly, she let us go. In the picture, her head was leaning against mine, and we were both smirking. That was a good day. We mostly drove around town that day, just talking, eating, having fun really.
Stefan sighed and put his head in his hands. "Damon, maybe you've been drinking too much, but I am pretty sure I would remember if I slept with her. What do you mean I hurt her? I came down here to tell you that I was wrong. About everything including the Mikealsons. I broke it off with Elena, it was getting to be too much. She said that she could never love me because she met you first, plus all the drama with Kathrine. The pills, all the drinking, the yelling, the fights, the drugs, the depression. I couldn't take any more of it. I came here to join you."
I looked at him and held one figure out. "Wait, hold on a sec, you mean to tell me that you broke up with Elena because you were done and not because she was cheating on you."
Stefan nodded and looked off into the distance. "But I thought you said that you broke up with her because she was cheating on you with Matt."
Stefan frowned, "I don't remember saying that and it doesn't make much sense anyway. Matt wouldn't do that and he's away in college training."
I slammed the car door and walked around, my hands in my hair. Stefan got out of the car and asked if something was wrong.
So he was being controlled by Genevieve. Now everything made sense; his clothing, his hair, his attitude, the way he talked. No wonder I didn't recognize my brother.
I gave him no reply as I got out my phone and called Klaus.
He picked the phone up before it finished half a ring, he didn't say anything, and there wasn't any breathing, but I suspected he was listening on the other end.
"We have a really big problem, and it might involve your favorite red-haired..." Before I could finish, Klaus hung up on me. It wouldn't be long before he showed up.
I sighed, taking a deep breath, thinking of what to do, I just might become the only living Salvatore...
