Chapter Nineteen
Caroline was just getting home from school. She could tell something was off as soon as she stepped inside her house. There was a presence there that usually wasn't.
"Mom?"
Caroline put her bag on the floor and dropped her keys beside it.
"Mom?"
She calmly took in a breath and then knew who it was. Tyler. Everyone had their own certain, unique smell, and she'd been around his enough to know that it was him. Had he really broken into her house? What was he trying to prove?
"Hello, Caroline," he said from behind her.
Feigning surprise, she spun around quickly. "What're you doing here? Breaking and entering the sheriff's house? That move will win you an award."
"Go ahead. Keep dodging. Keep changing the subject."
Tyler began circling her like she was his prey and it took every ounce of Caroline's willpower to stand still. The predator inside of her was telling her to attack before he did.
"But I know," Tyler said. "You're just like me, aren't you?"
"No," she said honestly.
"Keep it up, but I'm not buying it. I saw how strong you were. I'm not leavin' here until you tell me the truth. You're a werewolf."
"Tyler . . ." Caroline couldn't help it; she tried to hold it in, but she couldn't. She giggled.
It was rude and inappropriate, but she couldn't stop herself. She even put a hand over her mouth, but all it did was smother the sound.
"What?" she asked.
She was so not a werewolf. He was so far from the truth that she couldn't believe he had come up with that.
"Stop lying!" Tyler snapped, pushing her against the wall.
"I'm not lying," she said, laughter forgotten. Tyler was really angry.
"Just say it!"
Tyler hit the wall and a painting fell down. The sound of glass shattering reverberated around the room. Caroline couldn't take anymore. Tyler could not come into her house and accuse her of things, push her around, and start breaking things.
Caroline spun them around and held Tyler against the wall. She let her canines elongate and she felt the tightness under her eyes where the veins were protruding. She growled at Tyler for all the frustration he'd caused her.
The fear on his face registered and she shoved him away so she could get her face back to normal.
"I'm not a werewolf, okay?" she said.
She hadn't meant to snap like that, but he'd shoved her and she hadn't been able to help it. She had reacted on instinct.
She suddenly realized this meant that Tyler now knew what she was – or at least had some idea that there were other things besides werewolves out there. He was going to ask questions now, something that Damon hadn't wanted. That was why he had told her to stay away from him.
She couldn't let Damon find out Tyler knew; Damon would kill him without even thinking.
Meanwhile, Elena was trying her hardest to get as much information out of her captors as possible. Well, captor. Elena didn't know where Trevor had gone and she didn't really care. He had tried to bite her earlier.
"Tell me more."
"Captivity's made her pushy, eh?"
Oh, there he was. Right behind her.
"What d'you want to know, doppelicious?"
"What are you running from?"
"The Originals."
"Yeah, she said that. What does that mean?"
"The first family. The Old World. Rose and I pissed them off."
"Mm-mm," Rose said, glaring at Trevor.
"Correction. I pissed them off. Rose had my back, and for over half a millennium they've wanted us dead."
Elena watched Trevor walk around kicking books all over the place. Elena had to fight the need to tell him he was being disrespectful. He probably didn't care anyway.
"What did you do?"
"He made the same mistake countless others did. He trusted Katerina Petrova," Rose said.
Elena could see the sympathy that Rose held for Trevor. Trevor had apparently fallen for Katherine's charms and was now paying the price for it, had been paying it for the last five hundred years.
"The first Petrova doppelganger."
"I helped her escape her fate, and now I've – we've – been marked ever since."
"Which is why we're not gonna make the same mistake again," Rose said.
Katherine! She was always ruining everything. People's lives were not play things. What was wrong with her? She couldn't just do whatever she wanted and to hell with everyone else.
Elena hated her look-alike, and Elena had never hated anyone before. She'd disliked people, sure, but the hate she felt for Katherine was like a volcano that was just waiting to explode.
At the Gilbert residence, Jeremy was bringing Bonnie a glass of water. She'd passed out from the spell that hopefully sent the message to Elena. Jeremy didn't know. Bonnie had been chanting and then the message had caught on fire and had disappeared. Bonnie's nose had started bleeding and when the spell had been completed, she had passed out.
Jeremy had freaked out because he hadn't been able to wake her up; Chelsea freaked out because he had freaked out. He'd had a passed out witch and a crying baby to contend with.
Jeremy handed Bonnie the glass of water. He was so glad she'd woken up on her own.
"What happened? You scared me," he said.
"It's nothing."
Bonnie had Chelsea on her lap. Actually, the little girl hadn't left Bonnie's side since she'd passed out.
"No, it wasn't nothing, Bonnie," Jeremy said.
"Bon! Bon! Bon!" Chelsea said.
"I've been doing a lot of magic lately. It wears me down."
"When I'm worn down, I take a nap. You were – you were unconscious."
"Witchcraft has its limits. If I push too hard, it pushes back."
"How do you know all this?"
"It's all in here," Bonnie said, looking at the Grimiore. "It's like a reminder that I'm not invincible. Please don't . . . don't tell anyone. It's a weakness and I don't want certain people to know that."
"By certain people, you mean Damon."
"I mean anyone that could hurt me."
Jeremy didn't know Damon well enough to say that the vampire wouldn't hurt Bonnie. Damon was impulsive and would hurt people if he was in the mood for violence. Well, anyone that wasn't Chelsea or Rebecca.
"It's hard, ya know? Grams is gone, and my dad . . . he doesn't wanna know about what I am. He hasn't since my mom left. I'm all alone in this."
"That's how I feel a lot of the time. Alone."
Jeremy hadn't known that anyone he knew could relate to him in that way. He just hadn't been able to connect with anyone since his parents had died. There had been Vicki, of course, but that hadn't been a healthy relationship. Then there had been Anna – he still missed her.
Rebecca was there for him when she could be and he didn't feel alone with her around, but she had so many other people seeking attention from her that he didn't get to spend as much time with her as he would like to.
At home he had an aunt who he loved and he loved him, but he didn't really have anything in common with her. He had a sister, but she was always focused on her love life and he didn't really have anyone else.
Now he was beginning to really like Bonnie; maybe they could be there for each other when no one else was.
"We're getting close. Jeremy said there's an access road just past mile marker six," Stefan said.
Damon reached behind the seat and grabbed for the cooler he'd been smart enough to bring with them.
"Little help would be nice, Becca," he quipped.
"Huh? Oh, sorry."
Rebecca saw the small red cooler with the white top and lifted the lid. She took out two blood bags – one for Damon, and one for herself. She put a tube in both and handed one to Damon, who began sucking.
Stefan looked at it with a look that Rebecca didn't like.
"If you want some just ask."
"I want some."
"Aw that's so sweet. You wanna be all big and strong and save your girl. Don't worry. I've got your back. You'll be fine."
"I'm not joking. I've been drinking a little every day," Stefan said. "Been slowly increasing my intake and building up my strength."
"Hm."
Damon handed over the blood bag and watched as Stefan took a sip. Rebecca was watching, too, because she hadn't actually expected Stefan to be able to sip from the blood bag.
"Elena know you're drinking blood?" Damon asked.
Stefan took a few more sips and then looked at Damon.
"I've been drinking hers," he said gently.
"Hm. How romantic. Well, since we're road-trip bonding, remember the days when all you lived for was blood? You were the guy who would rip someone apart just for the fun of it."
"You mean when I was more like you?"
"Yes, Stefan, exactly. Back when you put blood into me so I could be a big, bad vampire. I wonder if Elena would be so quick to open her veins to that guy?"
"Nope," Rebecca answered. "And you just missed the access road. We passed it like five seconds ago."
"By the way, what happened to that guy?" Damon asked, stopping the car and turning around. "He was a hoot."
"Guess he found something else to live for. Like someone else in this car that shall remain nameless."
Elena had received the message Bonnie had been trying to get to her, but it wasn't doing her any good. Elijah was there; Trevor had announced his presence.
"He's here. This was a mistake."
"No, I told you I would get us out of this. You have to trust me."
"No! He wants me dead, Rose."
"He wants her more," Rose said, pointing to Elena.
"I can't do this. You give her to him; he'll have mercy on you. But I need to get out of here."
Trevor was actually afraid – desperately afraid - of this Elijah person. Elena hadn't been terribly frightened until that moment. If these two powerful vampires were afraid of Elijah, whoever that was, then how evil did this guy have to be?
"Hey!" Rose exclaimed, grabbing Trevor's arms gently. "What are we?"
"We're family," Trevor said, nodding and calming down. "Forever."
"You're scared," Elena said out loud just as she heard a knock coming from the front of the house.
"Stay here with her," Rose said. "And don't make a sound."
After Rose left the room, Elena paced for about three minutes and then Rose came back with a man that Elena assumed was Elijah. He had dark hair, brown eyes, and he was wearing all black. He was maybe a head taller than she was.
He only stared at her but then he ran to her, stopping right in front of her. Elena was terrified, and she began shaking when he lowered his head to her neck. She was surprised but also relieved when all he did was sniff.
"Human," he said. "It's impossible."
She realized that this man, this Elijah, was probably dangerous, but he didn't seem threatening. He was even refined. He sounded like a gentleman – like he belonged in times long past.
"We have a long journey ahead of us. We should be going. One last piece of business. Then we're done."
Elijah went toward Trevor, who had been silently waiting his turn.
"I've waited so long for this day, Elijah. I'm truly very sorry."
"Oh, no, your apology is not necessary."
"Yes. Yes, it is. You trusted me with Katerina and I failed you."
"Well, yes, you are the guilty one. And Rose aided you because she was loyal to you. Now, that I honor. Where was your loyalty?"
Elena could tell from Elijah's tone that he was taunting Trevor, playing with him.
"I beg your forgiveness."
"So granted," Elijah said.
Trevor sighed with relief and smiled a little. The relief didn't last long because Elijah literally chopped Trevor's head off with his arm. Both Elena and Rose screamed.
"You –" Rose yelled.
"Don't, Rose. Now that you're free." Elena saw Elijah reach out his hand to her. Then he said, "Come."
"No, what about the moonstone?" She said desperately. She needed to buy time in case someone actually was coming for her.
"What d'you know about the moonstone?"
"I know that you need it, and I know where it is. I can help you get it."
"Tell me where it is."
"It doesn't work that way."
Elijah looked amused; she could've sworn he almost laughed.
"Are you negotiating with me?
He looked at Rose, who was red-eyed from crying.
"It's the first I've heard of it."
Elena was grabbed by the chin and forced to look into Elijah's dark eyes. He must've noticed, however, that she didn't keep direct eye contact because he said, "What is this vervain doing around your neck?"
He gripped Elena's vervain necklace and pulled so the clasp would break. He flung it across the room and grabbed Elena by the back of her head. This time Elena wasn't able to look away from his eyes.
"House should be just beyond those trees. Now I've got a little more experience than you do with this sort of thing."
Damon and Stefan had just gotten out of the car and Stefan had grabbed the weapons bag he'd borrowed from Ric.
"So, what's your point?" Stefan asked.
"My point is whoever has Elena is probably who was after Katherine in 1864 and before that. And it puts them at 500 years old and strong. You sure you wanna do this?"
"Yeah, I'm certain I wanna do it."
"Because we go in that house, we may not come back out."
"A'right, then I won't come out. I can't think of a better reason to die."
Rebecca rolled her eyes. "No one's gonna die. I'm a turbo vampire. I've got your backs."
With that said, Rebecca led the way. At the house – an old Victorian style mansion – they had to bust in through a boarded up window. They had wanted to announce their presence anyway. Well, they'd wanted Elena's captors to know someone was there who shouldn't be.
Rebecca saw from her hiding place under the first set of stairs that Elena had a woman and a man with her.
"Rose?" the man said.
"I don't know who it is."
Damon was on one side of the stairs and Rebecca was on the other; Stefan was upstairs. They had made sure the two people holding Elena had only seen two blurs. Rebecca was the secret weapon.
"Up here," Stefan said, after which there was a small whirring noise as the man ran upstairs.
"Down here," Damon said.
The man slowly walked down the stairs and spoke. "Excuse me. To whom it may concern . . . you're making a grave mistake if you think that you can beat me. You can't. You hear that? I repeat, you cannot beat me. I want the girl on the count of three or heads will roll."
There was a great cracking sound and then six other smaller clicks. Rebecca didn't know what was happening except that Stefan had Elena now, upstairs with him, and Rose was with Damon. He had a hand over her mouth.
"Do we understand each other?"
Rebecca came out from her hiding spot with a stake in her hand.
"No. We really don't," she said.
She rushed at him and would've been successful in staking him had he not caught her wrist. He had a coat rack with a sharp end on it – that was probably the crack she'd heard earlier.
"Rebecca Stone," the vampire said. "I remember you."
"What?"
"You were human when we met, of course."
Again, what?
"You were also much more agreeable."
No, he had to be trying to distract her, and it was working.
He grabbed the stake from her hand and dropped the coat hanger in the process. He didn't try to hurt her, however, which she didn't understand but was grateful for.
"You'll remember how we met soon. I compelled you to forget until we met again, and here we are. How many are here?"
Rebecca closed her mouth and refused to say. Before the man could do anything to her, a series of bangs filtered the air. Stefan had the stake gun and was using it on this vampire, but it didn't seem to faze him. The man didn't even flinch when one of the stakes actually got stuck into his hand.
Rebecca wondered if this guy felt pain because he didn't act like it. He didn't make a sound when he was stabbed in the shoulder – twice.
Eventually Stefan realized that the stakes weren't doing a bit of good, so he just tackled the man instead. This man, though, was older and faster than Stefan. He got up quicker. He would've gone after Stefan if Damon hadn't appeared with the coat rack the man had dropped earlier.
Damon stabbed the man in the heart and shoved him backwards into the wall. The man grayed and his head dropped low.
Damon hadn't had a choice. This man had been the reason Elena had been kidnapped, had been about to attack Stefan, and knew Rebecca. How, Damon didn't know, because even Rebecca didn't know. Supposedly she'd been compelled.
Damon noticed that Rose was gone now. The threat was gone, so she had taken off.
Stefan was okay; he'd picked himself up off the floor. Rebecca hadn't been hurt, though she did seem confused, understandably. Elena was making her way down the stairs.
"Hey, come here," Stefan said. "Are you hurt? Are you okay?"
Elena sped up and basically jumped into Stefan's arms. The relief she was feeling was palpable. Damon could feel it coming from her in waves. When she looked at him he saw her mouth "Thank you." He mouthed "You're welcome," back.
"What about that girl? Rose, was it?" Rebecca asked.
"Just let her go," Elena said. "She was running from Elijah – and –"
Damon didn't find out what else Elena was going to say because Rebecca grabbed her head all of a sudden and gasped.
"Becca?" He went to her side. "What's happening?"
"I'm . . . I'm remembering."
Mystic Falls, 1864
Rebecca was on one of her countless patrols that she'd taken to doing since Damon had decided to spend his time with Katherine Pierce. There had been a few animal attacks and one person had even turned up dead and torn apart.
She had to admit that she didn't know if that was a vampire attack. The only vampire attacks she'd been aware of from her time period had been Vicki Donovan and the two people who had died because an 'animal' had broken into their car. None of those people had been torn apart.
Rebecca was in the woods now because she'd felt something off about them, meaning a vampire was there. She didn't know if she would find one feeding or just hiding, but there was definitely one there.
She had to be careful when she walked so that she didn't make much noise. She didn't want to give herself away.
Light filtered through the trees because of the bright full moon that shone in the night sky above. She had no problem seeing what was around her. The problem was that unless she wanted to go even deeper in the forest she wasn't going to find any vampires.
As it was, she already felt as if she were being followed. Or, more precisely, she felt she was being made into a play thing; someone or something was hunting her.
Rebecca heard a soft growling, but it was different than hearing a vampire. This actually sounded like an animal. Was she being hunted by an actual animal? That was just great.
She heard the growls coming closer and she tried to keep calm. She knew there was a vampire around, but she also knew that the vampire wasn't what was hunting her. She just wasn't sure of what was. Whatever it was, she couldn't get a feel for it.
The growls turned into howls. A wolf, maybe? If there were wolves around, then maybe the vampires weren't the ones killing people.
Time seemed endless as she waited. An unusual calm had come over her. She'd accepted that she was in a do-or-die situation. She didn't want to die, so she was going to do.
A twig snapped behind her and she spun around quickly. A man with dark hair and dark eyes stood there. He had a tranquil look about him, but Rebecca could tell he was alert. He was also a vampire. He had made noise on purpose, then.
"Hello, there," he said. He seemed polite enough. "I'm Elijah. What are you doing out in the woods alone, Miss Stone?"
Rebecca balked at the fact that this Elijah knew her name.
"You really shouldn't be walking around alone. You never know what you might find."
"I – How do you know my name?"
"I've been watching you, and I may need your assistance." Elijah offered her his arm. "May I escort you out of the forest? There are other dangerous things here."
"Um . . ." She didn't know this man; she couldn't just . . . go with him.
"You have my word as a gentleman that no harm will come to you this night, Miss Stone. No harm will come to you from myself or anything else."
"Why have you been watching me?" she asked. She didn't take his hand, but she did start walking with him. She hoped she hadn't offended him, but she didn't know this man.
"You're living with the Salvatore's because you don't seem to have a family of your own here. But I'm more interested in the other woman you're living with. Katerina Petrova."
"You mean Katherine Pierce?" Rebecca halted. "What do you want with her?"
Elijah had stopped moving as well.
"There was an incident a couple of hundred years ago. She betrayed me and my family and I've been after her ever since."
"What do you want me to do?" Rebecca couldn't really hurt Katherine, not without hurting Damon and she would never intentionally do that.
"I know she's stolen Mr. Salvatore's attention, and she did it unfairly. You have no compulsion to use. But I do. If you bring her to me, lure her out somehow, I can release him from her compulsion."
Rebecca would have to think about it. She couldn't give a yes or no answer right away. She needed to know if this man was trustworthy before she agreed to anything he said.
Present Time, 2010
Rebecca had long since passed out and Damon had picked her up. She'd been able to sit on the stairs, but then she had slumped forward, and then Elena had told him where a sofa was. That's where he had put Rebecca.
Elena had explained everything she'd learned. Damon knew who the Originals were supposed to be, but he'd never met one until tonight. Elijah hadn't been that hard to kill, and after all Elijah's talk about not being able to be beaten . . .
Damon paid attention when Elena started talking about being a sacrifice to break the sun and the moon curse. Yes, he was worried about Rebecca, but that didn't mean he didn't care about Elena, too. People wanting to sacrifice his friends was not okay.
Damon hadn't noticed until now, but Elena's necklace had been torn off. The only reason he noticed now was because Elena was picking it up off the floor. Damon wondered who had taken the necklace off and what he or she had compelled Elena to do after she wasn't protected anymore.
"I want to go home," Elena said. "Can we just take her back to the car with us? I mean, is it okay to move her?"
Damon didn't see any reason why they couldn't move Rebecca. She hadn't hit anything hard enough to break a bone, and, even if she had, she was a vampire so she wouldn't have stayed hurt anyway.
Mystic Falls, 1864
Elijah had proven that he didn't want to hurt Rebecca when he'd walked her home from the woods. They hadn't talked much, but what they had talked about had been interesting.
Elijah had first met Katherine in England in the late 1400s. Katherine had originally been from Bulgaria, but fate had taken her to England where Elijah had been.
"So . . . you can take Katherine's compulsion away and he'll be the way he was? Nothing else would change, right?"
"He would be the way he was before, yes. Nothing would change."
"Where and when can I meet you so I can discuss this . . . business proposition?"
"I'll be around. Go into town alone and I'll find you."
Present time, 2010
When Rebecca woke up, she found she was in Damon's car. They were moving steadily – hopefully they were going home.
"Mmm . . ." she moaned and grabbed her head. The memories were coming back slowly and she didn't like what they were doing to her head space.
"Becca?" Damon's voice came from the front seat. No wonder the car was moving so fast.
"I'm okay," she said. "I'm okay."
She realized that she couldn't have possibly remembered everything. She had only just begun to remember. She had finally touched on why Katherine had been intent on killing her. Rebecca had made plans to turn Katherine over to Elijah, who seemed to have had plans on killing her.
Rebecca had no qualms about telling Stefan, Damon, and Elena about what she remembered. Elijah had kept his world; plus, she was sure he had kept her from getting attacked by a werewolf that night in 1864.
It didn't matter now because Elijah was dead, but . . .
"Why did Elijah want you, Elena?"
Elena was in the backseat with Rebecca while Stefan sat in the passenger seat in the front. Rebecca could see and smell the blood on Elena's clothing, but since she'd seen with her own eyes that the brunette was fine, it didn't worry her.
When Rebecca heard about Elena's connection to the curse of the sun and the moon, she went rigid. Elena had to be sacrificed?
"What?" Maybe she'd heard wrong.
"Rose said that my blood will break the curse – the moonstone is what binds it."
"Well, let's destroy the moonstone then," Rebecca said. "No moonstone, no curse being bound."
"There's one problem with that," Damon said. "The stone's in the tomb with Katherine. We vampires can't go in without getting stuck inside, and at least one of us is opposed to sending a human in as a bargaining tool . . ."
"Yes, I am opposed," Stefan said. "Not happening."
"Let's just go home," Rebecca said. "We can figure all of this out later. But no one is getting sacrificed."
"This may sound crazy, but alcohol helps," Caroline told Tyler as she came into the living room with two glasses and a bottle of brandy. She filled a glass for him and one for herself, then she put the bottle on the shelf above the fireplace.
"Or at least it helps me," she said. "You know, with all that inside jittery stuff."
Tyler nodded. " I'm hot. It's like my skin is on fire."
"Really? I never had any of that."
Caroline felt normal, for the most part. She only felt different when her urges took over, whether that meant hunger or anger. Vampires had different responses to those urges because emotions were stronger in vampires.
"Guess wolves are different," Caroline said. "At the beginning, I was very, very emotional. Everything was heightened.
"I have that," Tyler said, though Caroline thought Tyler had always been a little emotional when it came to anger anyway.
Both Caroline and Tyler took a sip of their drink.
"How can you be a vampire?" Tyler blurted out.
Caroline could tell Tyler had wanted to ask that question since he'd found out about her, but she couldn't answer him honestly. She didn't want Damon mad at her. Yes, she'd begun to forgive him, but that didn't mean he scared her any less.
"How can you be a werewolf?" she asked in turn.
Tyler stood up and placed his drink on a nearby table.
"Who else is like you?"
"Just me. It's a really long story. We can share another time." Caroline placed her drink next to Tyler's on the table. "Um . . . how many other werewolves are there?"
"Just me. And my uncle Mason, but he left town."
Caroline walked closer until she was right in front of him.
"Look, Tyler, you can't tell anyone. Okay? Not about you, not about me. No one will understand."
"I know," Tyler said honestly.
"I wanna tell you about my mom and yours and the founding families and the council, but I need you to promise me no one will find out about us. This is life and death, Tyler.
Tyler stared at her. "I have no one else to tell. I'm sorry about earlier. It's just . . . I'm alone with this. It's gonna happen to me. On the next full moon I'm gonna turn . . . and I won't be able to stop it. I'm scared."
Tyler's voice cracked on the last word and Caroline felt a tug in her heart.
"Tyler, no, it's –"
A sob broke through Tyler's hard-pressed lips and Caroline immediately threw her arms around him. She didn't know how to help him, but she could comfort him. She could be there for him.
Tyler didn't have to be alone.
Stefan, Damon, Rebecca, and Chelsea were now on their way back to the boardinghouse since they had dropped Elena off so she could be with Jeremy. Chelsea had been asleep at the Gilberts, but she was wide awake now that she was with Damon and Rebecca.
Rebecca had been just as relieved to get back to Chelsea as Elena had been to get back to Jeremy. She'd been worried because Chelsea had never shown signs of not wanting to be left with anyone before. Rebecca hoped it wouldn't become a habit.
"Listen, what Rose told Elena about the curse . . ." Stefan started.
"I know," Damon said. "We'll keep her safe."
"You know the only way we're gonna be able to do that is if we're not fighting each other. You've been at my throat since . . . since Rebecca died. Since I . . ."
"Since you killed me," Rebecca said for him.
"Yes, and I'm sorry, but . . . if we let them come between us, we're not gonna be able to protect Elena."
"Yes, Stefan. I've heard it all before," Damon said, turning into the long driveway that led to the boardinghouse.
"Hey, I mean it when I say I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt her. I never meant to kill her."
"Enough, Stef. It's late. No need to rehash that."
"We're all going to help, anyway," Rebecca said. "No need to grovel for it."
Someone was standing on the porch when the four rolled to a stop: Rose, the vampire that had kidnapped Elena.
Stefan and Damon approached her first because Rebecca wasn't going to get near the woman since Chelsea was present. She did, however, stay close behind them.
"I'm not here to hurt you," Rose said. "Lexi once told me that you're one of the good ones."
"You knew Lexi," Stefan said.
"Trevor was my best friend. For five hundred years, I have lived with one person. And he's gone. I don't wanna run anymore because I don't have anywhere else to run to."
"Well, I'm sorry, but I can't help you," Stefan said.
"I don't need your help, but I think you need mine."
"With what?" Rebecca asked. She couldn't help herself. What could they possibly need help with? The threat was gone, wasn't it?
"Elijah may be dead, but this isn't over," Rose said.
"What d'you mean it's not over?"
"The Originals . . . they'll come for her. They have to. They're doing it for him."
"Him? Who's him?"
"Klaus."
By Stefan's and Damon's reactions, Rebecca could tell Klaus was probably a very powerful vampire, but she had never heard of him.
"Who's Klaus?"
Okay, so what do you guys think about the Elijah-knowing-Rebecca thing? I felt like I needed to throw another plot twist in here for some reason, and I needed a way to tie Rebecca in with everything, so this is what I did. Let me know what you guys think. I say this seriously because I'm planning on pursuing a writing career and I need to know if that would be good for me to do. If I can't keep you guys interested then I definitely can't get people to read an actual book that I want to get published, ya know?