Betrayal was something she was used to.
Nik always acted as if he had a monopoly on the emotion, but Rebekah knew otherwise. In her long, somewhat cursed, somewhat fun existence, betrayal was a recurring theme.
Alexander had been one of the first, then it had been Klaus, and then it was Klaus again- to put it simply, her bastard of a brother had betrayed her many times over the centuries.
Sometimes Kol did too.
Still, there was something different about the sting of being betrayed by someone like Damon Salvatore.
And all over sex.
If Nik ever found out that she had given away the existence of white oak stakes, and almost gotten them all killed, he'd stick her in a box again.
She shook her head, focusing on the sight in front of her instead.
She remembered the night when Damon and Sage had invited her to the boarding house, and how, being bored and alone, she had gone.
The way he had touched her, the sweet nothings he had whispered in her ear, the way he seemed to only have eyes for her, it had made her feel like a young girl again, like she had hope again.
It had been much different from the first time they had slept together, that had been aggressive and animalistic, it was just a hookup after all, but the second time was tender and passionate.
He made it seem as though it meant something.
And being the fool she was, she had fallen for it. She should've known it was just a trap.
Wouldn't have known if it hadn't been for that peasant bitch Sage telling her, for Finn.
Even if they were nauseating, at least they had each other again, she thought bitterly.
It was then that she heard the slight acceleration of a heartbeat, and looked up at her prey.
She had to admit, she was proud of her work. His wrists were tied to the ceiling with chains, his ankles just a few inches above the ground.
"Hello lover." She walked over to him once he was awake and he seemed to quickly take notice of his surroundings.
"I gotta admit, even for me, this is a little kinky." She smirked at his attempt to play glib, and pulled out her knife, the image of his blood on it making her heart pump in excitement.
"You pretended to be interested in me, and then you slept with me. All so that your trampy friend Sage could steal my thoughts. Ever since then, I've felt this incessant need to one up you." She was standing in front of him then, knife out at the ready, which she could see him eyeing.
"You gonna drain me off vervain? Compel me to be your boyfriend?" She controlled the urge to slam the knife into his chest, instead smirking at his attempt to get a rise out of her.
"Or to kill Stefan. Or Elena." She could see his expression freeze just as she heard footsteps coming towards the room.
If there was anything more pathetic than her desperation for love, it was her brother and his obsession with the doppelgänger.
She grabbed a hold of the dark material, and ripped Damon's shirt apart, the knife running down his skin as she made him bleed.
"Bleeding you may take a while, we should probably stick to the major arteries."
"Well, look what you caught." She turned around to see Klaus walking in, a look of curiosity on his face. "You're trying to drain him off vervain, don't you think it would be easier to turn him upside down?"
"I'm perfectly capable of torturing him myself. Don't you have anything else to do?"
"Well, our brother and his old lover are reunited, nauseating as it is, so I have his blood. Mother had rendered it useless the last time."
"Get to the unlinking then." She didn't understand why he was dramatic instead of just being useful.
"Well, I don't exactly have a witch."
"Since when do you not have witches doing your bidding? And weren't you just in New York, you had a witch there, didn't you?"
"Not anymore, unfortunately." Rebekah frowned at the words as a fresh wave of irritation went through her.
"You used it for the doppelgänger. Really Nik?" He shrugged, and she sighed. She wondered if her brothers obsession with the brunette went beyond just her blood, but then Nik wasn't usually the one to fall in love with those copies. That was Elijah. "Go find something else to do."
It had almost been a week since Damon had brought up the plan of killing an original, and she hadn't heard much. In the meantime, she decided to settle into a new routine.
Walking Bear in the morning, school, and then helping Jenna with dinner.
Today though, she took a detour.
She sat down against the statue directly in front of her parents' tombstone. Their names engraved in the stone brought back a familiar ache around her heart, like there was a giant hole in her chest. She leaned her head back against the statue, a few tears escaping as she pulled out the leather bound book.
It had been so long since she had written in it, the last time had probably been when Stefan had been gone for the summer.
It was still easy to flip onto a fresh page, the comforting scent of old paper and leather soothing her a little.
Dear Diary,
Lately, I've been feeling out of sorts, probably the reason I haven't written anything. The last few weeks have seemed like a whirlwind, I've found out new information that has me struggling with every thing I've ever known.
I've seen a new side of someone, and it had me questioning all my beliefs.
Klaus is my mate, or I'm his, to be specific.
It's still hard to think about, but maybe it is an explanation for the way I feel around him - the want, the need, the desire, the - constant avalanche of it all crashing against my beliefs, my morality, even my sanity.
I have feelings for him. The kind that keep me up at night, thinking, wondering, when I'm near him, it's as though I'm on fire, when I'm away from him, I find my thoughts turning towards him, always. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before. I haven't felt this way about anyone, not Damon, not Stefan, not Matt, no this a beast of another kind. Like it's entrenched so deep in me, it's becoming a part of me.
Like we're two souls, about to converge.
But the guilt is eating at me every day, the way I'm betraying everyone, even him to an extent, is just killing me. I don't know how long I can keep doing this, how long I can keep this secret.
She sighed as she placed the pen down, looking at the graves once more, if only she had her mother with her, maybe she would've had someone to talk to, someone she could've told about Klaus to. But even then, there would've been nothing she could've said, how could she justify the way she felt?
Why did she feel the need to?
She sighed when she felt her phone buzz, pulling it out to see that Caroline had called her to the Grille for dinner. Texting her confirmation, she got up, a longing look thrown at the family plot before she left.
When she reached the Grille, she was surprised to see not just Caroline, but Bonnie as well. She walked towards their table, sliding into the booth opposite theirs.
"Hey, what's going on?" She asked Caroline, knowing there was still an air of awkwardness between her and Bonnie.
"Hi Elena, I just wanted to talk to you about something."
"Ah, what is it?"
"It's um…." She knew the look on Caroline's face.
"What's wrong?"
"It's just that uh- just give me a minute, I'll be right back." She frowned as the blonde left, feeling discomfort surround her as she looked at Bonnie.
"There's something different about you." Bonnie was looking at her searchingly, and Elena wanted to shrink away from her gaze.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know Elena, I can't tell what it is exactly. But something's changed."
"Something supernatural?"
"I'm not sure, there's just something, it could be supernatural too. But something else has changed too, about you." She knew what had changed, knew exactly what it was Bonnie was talking about.
"I don't think-"
"See, when we usually have a plan to kill Originals, you're always on board."
"Bonnie-"
"And when it doesn't work, your disappointment and your determination for the next attempt is obvious. But this time, with the white oak, you're not even trying." She stared at the witch, a different sort of fear going through her, one of losing her friend.
"I'm just tired."
"No, I've known you for a long time Elena, and I know you're hiding something."
"Bonnie….."
"Am I wrong Lena? Tell me."
"I….don't know what your talking about." She knew Bonnie wouldn't be fooled easily, but she had to at least try.
"I know things have been strained between us Elena, they have been for a while."
"Bonnie-"
"But I also know we've been best friends for almost our entire lives. So, what is it? Why are you defending them?"
"I'm not!"
"You don't want to kill them anymore."
"Fine, I don't. I'm tired, I'm tired of all the fighting, look what's happening to Ric, and I'm fine. I'm fine with being a walking blood donation camp for Klaus, why does everyone have to keep risking themselves for me?"
"Because we care about you. But lately it feels as though you don't care about us." She looked at her friend in shock, "you wouldn't be lying to us if you did."
It felt as if someone had poured ice over her head, listening to the quite confession Bonnie made. She knew telling her the truth wasn't an option, and was saved by Caroline.
"So, what is it?"
"Uh….. you're going to be really mad about this but Stefan tried to kill an Original today."
"What-"
"You know how it's been for him Elena, so he tried to kill Finn, but he was stopped. And he only did it because Rebekah took Damon."
"Is he okay?"
"Well yes, Stefan went to exchange the last of the white oak for Damon."
"Why didn't you tell me anything?"
"Because we knew you wouldn't want to kill them." Bonnie said almost coldly, and she resisted the urge to flinch. "We didn't want you to give away our plan like you did with Esther's."
She did flinch then, a hurt settling within her, that she knew she had no right to feel.
"I'm going to make sure they're okay." She said getting up from her place, planning to go talk to Klaus first.
