Chapter 15

Rebekah felt that lately when she went out, people looked at her strangely. Well, stranger than the usual 'it's a Mikaelson' look. Still, she wasn't going to let that bother her, let them stare, she was certainly the prettiest.

Even prettier than the actresses in the movie she was watching in the small theater.

The door opened casting light into the darkened room. Rebekah didn't pay any attention as she continued to eat her popcorn watching the movie, until someone sat heavily in the seat next to her. Frowning, she turned her head to see Klaus, clearly pissed about something.

"Who is he ?" He demanded darkly.

"Who's what ?"

"Who is your lover ?" He turned to look her in the eyes, the anger clearly there and she felt like ice had been poured over her head.

How did he know ? She didn't think Freya told him, plus he didn't seem to know about Marcel. But the fact he knew she had a lover and hadn't told him was bad enough. Damn it !

"Who are you seeing ?" He continued with his interrogation, and Rebekah felt annoyed by it.

"Rudolph Valentino." She bit out, stubbornly watching the said actor on screen.

Klaus rose from the seat and left as he came, surprising his sister, however, when her movie stopped, making the other watchers protest, she understood he hadn't given up.

Klaus had just been pissed at the rumor at the start, but there generally wasn't smoke without fire which is why he'd sought out Rebekah. When he'd asked Freya and been told to ask the person directly however, he knew the rumor was true. He went from pissed to right down angry because she had hidden it from everyone, it didn't bode well for who her partner was, it better not be a Salvatore.

He went back in the theater room and quickly told everyone there to scram, which they hurried to comply with when they saw who he was. Then he went back to Rebekah.

"Who is he ?" He towered over her.

"I'm 18, who I'm with is my business. I'm not a child anymore, that's why I didn't say anything, I knew you'd react like that !" She exclaimed.

"Don't make me ask again Rebekah." He threatened.

"Marcel Fucking Gerard !"

There was a moment of unbelieving silence as the name reverbed inside Klaus mind.

"Yeah, your best friend, your right hand man ! So go on then, go put a bullet in his head for touching me !" She was pissed too now, she had enough of men double standards.

Klaus looked at Rebekah a last time before really leaving this time.

Once the cinema went back to peace and silence, Rebekah shouted toward the projection window,

"Put back my fucking movie on ! I'm a bloody Mikaelson too you know !"

The room went back to dark as the movie lit the screen once more and Rebekah sat back heavily in her seat, popcorn in hand. She closed her eyes a second and hoped Marcel would be okay.

-O-

Said man was in the office with Elijah and Kol talking when Klaus came in. Face wrapped in rage he went straight to Marcel and punched him in the face before pulling him by the collar against the wall. Surprising all the residents in the room.

"Niklaus." Elijah took a wary step forward.

"What got you so pissed Nik ?" Kol had always thought, he'd be the first one being punched between the three of them locked in a room with a raging Klaus.

"Ask him !" Klaus eyes never left his so-called best friend.

"Klaus." Marcel said having a bad premonition.

"He's been sleeping with Rebekah. Isn't that right Marcel ? Behind all of our backs you were fooling around with our little sister." Klaus gritted out.

"WHAT?!"

"Is that true ?" Elijah turned a serious gaze onto their family friend.

"You're the lover in the rumors ?" Kol said unbelievingly.

"Look, I really like Rebekah, we were just waiting to tell you."

Klaus sneered.

"Since when ?" The 'were you seeing each other' was left unsaid.

"Only a few months, I swear. That's why we didn't say anything." Marcel struggled to stay calm and composed, it wouldn't serve him to lose his nerves in a room full of Mikaelson ready to avenge the honor of their sister.

Klaus finally released Marcel and turned away from him, going directly to the bottles, he was in desperate need of a drink. This day really kept getting worse.

"Get out." He bit out.

Marcel hesitated before heading to the door, it probably wouldn't help if he stayed now, not until Klaus calmed down.

"I guess I'm not the one who screwed up the most recently after all."

"Kol shut up." Elijah threw a warning glance to their younger brother. "Tomorrow I'm meeting with the gypsies and hopefully we can resolve this mess quickly before we solve the next one."

-O-

It was only early afternoon and the Mystic wasn't open just yet. Caroline was wiping the counter in preparation of that right now.

So when Klaus Mikaelson came in brooding written all over him she wasn't taken by surprise anymore. She directly filled a glass up with Bourbon and put it before him as he sat.

"Getting better at your job I see." He gulped down some of the alcohol, with the drink he'd already had in his office, he probably shouldn't drink so much so early but he'd suddenly felt like visiting the Mystic.

"And I see someone is in a right mood." She replied, not appreciating the comment.

"Sorry love, I'm in a bad mood today."

"So is that your thing ? Coming here out of hours, to get a drink to fix your mood." She kept talking when she probably shouldn't push him right now. But she was curious and curiosity had always been one of her biggest fault.

"Maybe. And is singing your thing Caroline ?"

"Maybe." She cast a glance in his direction, watching him watching her.

"I like the song you sang the other night."

"Gloria chose it." Caroline nearly blushed, really of all the song why such a suggestive love song.

Klaus saw her display of shyness and didn't push it as the corner of his mouth rose a bit. He finished his drink and left, not looking back.