Hello, my lovely readers. In this chapter we have a little bit of "fun" with the girls and then some Klaroline action later on in the chapter. On with the show…
Chapter 27: Date with the Devil
After several hours of lecturing her fellow inmates on good hygiene, Rebekah was huddled in a corner while the other women in the cell plotted her demise. This included Caroline, Hayley and Elena, who just wanted to go home. "Miss Mikaelson," Detective Branson called with a wide smile. "You can't seem to stay out of trouble, can you?"
Rolling her eyes, Rebekah ignored him calling out. "Do you think my lawyer will be here soon? Or shall we stage a jailbreak, ladies?"
"Oh, shut up, you rich bitch!" One of their more charming cell mates called and Rebekah frowned.
"There is no need for so much hostility. We, as women, are in this together. My textbook says," Rebekah began when one of the women got up and glared.
"Cram your textbook, you stupid kid. You think an education saves you? You don't know anything. I went to school. Load of shit. Life happened. Now, I get to listen to a snot nosed child telling me what to think. Just close your mouth and wait your turn for your precious little lawyer and Daddy to come and get you," the woman yelled.
Closing her mouth, Rebekah stared at the floor of the cell. "Guess what, Becky, doesn't get any better than this. But you'll see soon enough." Branson called before walking away, whistling to himself and Rebekah sneered after him.
"Bekah," Klaus called, coming to stand outside the cell with Marcel at his side. "I've seen to it that this mistake was handled," Klaus announced as an officer opened the cell door. "I also brought you a little present." With a smirk, Klaus produced the dress Rebekah had been accused of stealing.
"Oh, Nik," Rebekah squealed, wrapping her arms around her brother's neck.
"Oh, honey, come to Momma," one of the women still in the cell called to Klaus, who raised his eyebrows.
"Sorry, he's mine," Caroline told the woman.
"Good for you, babe. I like you a lot better than your little friend with the big mouth," the woman called.
"I will write you all," Rebekah called to the women, who cursed her in return. "There is no need to be rude," Rebekah yelled before walking away.
"And all I was hoping for was a quiet night," Marcel mused as they walked outside.
"You can have one. By yourself," Rebekah snapped, beginning to walk away.
"Oh, no, you don't," Marcel called, chasing after her and stopping in her path. "You said you would go to dinner with me."
"Yes. I did. But I changed my mind. It's late. Nothing is open," Rebekah argued. "We have to get Hayley and Elena home."
"We can get Hayley and Elena a nice, little cab ride back to campus. As for somewhere to eat, my kitchen is always open," Marcel informed Rebekah while she simmered and then shrugged. "Good," Marcel pulled out his cell and called a cab.
Half an hour later Hayley and Elena had been packed off to their dorm while Caroline, Klaus, Rebekah and Marcel piled into Klaus' car. They arrived in front of Marcel's two story house which looked like a toy compared to the Mikaelson estate. Rebekah scoffed. "How quaint," she muttered.
"Ain't it though," Marcel whispered to her and Rebekah jumped as he walked by. Caroline tugged Klaus to her for a quick kiss as Marcel unlocked his front door. "Home sweet home."
"Thank you for inviting us into your home, Marcel," Klaus said as they walked inside. Rebekah sniffed as they walked toward the kitchen.
Looking around her, Rebekah called, "Where is the dining room?"
"Don't have one," Marcel called back.
"What?" Rebekah asked, her jaw dropping. "That is a joke, correct? Who does not have a kitchen?"
Shaking his head, Marcel chuckled, "I grew up in a two bedroom apartment. I would hate to see the look on your face if you saw that." Thinking about it, he began to laugh. "No, Correction, I would love to see that. Bekah, there is so much you don't know about life, isn't there?"
Klaus sat down on a stool at the counter. "We used to be poor. But Bekah's too young to remember it. Lived in a cottage with barely enough money to eat and keep the place warm. Lijah, Finn, Kol and I slept in the same bed because we didn't have enough money for more than one."
"What?" Rebekah asked, her face wrinkling up.
"It's true. When Mum found out she was pregnant again it nearly sent her over the edge. Father went out that same day looking for work. He was hired for a new business in the mailroom. The man who ran the place asked him a question one day and decided Father was brilliant. The next thing you know he gets a desk job. Worked his way up the ranks. And now here we are. We have so much money we don't know what to do with it."
Sitting down on a stool beside her brother, Rebekah frowned deeply. "Why was I not made privy of this long ago?"
"Because we didn't see a reason for you to worry your pretty little head about things that were long over," Klaus replied. "Marcel, what shall you be making for us?"
"I don't know. I was thinking about something to fill your bellies. It's been a long day. How about a little southern comfort food?" Marcel asked and Rebekah frowned.
"As long as it's not fattening," Rebekah told him and Caroline shook her head behind her.
Marcel nodded, "Sure. Klaus, my man, would you like to help while the ladies put their feet up and raid my liquor cabinet."
"Why not?" Klaus said as Marcel tossed him an apron.
Caroline took Rebekah's hand and, after finding a bottle of champagne chilling in the fridge, she announced. "Let's let the men do manly things, like cooking for us while we watch a football game and scratch our bellies?"
Wrinkling her nose, Rebekah protested. "I don't like football. Especially the American version. Our version has the men in those delectable little shorts."
"I'm sure we can find something to watch from Marcel's DVD collection." Caroline said as she began to scan the titles and then pulled one out. "Oh! Wow!"
"What?" Rebekah asked.
"It's Marcel in Rent," Caroline told her roommate, jumping up and down.
"I've heard of it. But never seen it," Rebekah replied, scanning the other DVDs. "There must be something here worth our attention she called as Caroline loaded Rent into the player. "What are you doing? You do not intend to watch that abomination, do you?"
Caroline grinned while patting the seat of the couch beside her. "Yes, I do. Think of it this way, if it's really bad then you can rag on him. If it's good, then you have something to talk to him about to make the time pass quicker. And this night will be over before you know it."
Sighing, Rebekah plopped down and began to watch the TV. "Oh, look he's a Professor. How Original. Oh my, he has a boyfriend. Do you believe that Marcel is gay and he's just playing with me?"
"Shush," Caroline hissed as Marcel came out of the kitchen with a bowl in hand.
"Find anything interesting?" Marcel inquired, looking at the DVD.
"Quite," Rebekah replied drily. "Are you gay?" She inquired, her eyebrow arching while she smiled innocently up at him.
"I am many things. Gay would not be one of them. Although I have close friends that are. Don't worry, honey, I only have eyes for you." Marcel informed Rebekah whose smile dropped and then she looked at the bowl.
"Ugh, what is that? You said nothing fattening." Rebekah whined, staring at the contents of the bowl.
"These are just mashed potatoes. You can't have fried chicken without them," Marcel told her before walking away.
Rebekah's eyes widened as she jumped to her feet. "Fried bloody chicken?" She shouted only to hear laughter from the kitchen. She started to go tell the two men off when Caroline yanked her back down. "This is preposterous," Rebekah growled
"If you don't stop talking the only thing you'll be eating tonight is this pillow," Caroline threatened, picking up a throw pillow.
By the time they had had gotten to the scene when Angel died, Rebekah was weeping, "Oh, that is so sad. Poor Angel. Poor Marcel. Oh," she moaned when Marcel came out to tell them dinner was served with a wide grin before he saw Rebekah crying. "Oh, you poor man. To lose your lover to such a horrible disease." Rebekah got up and threw her arms around Marcel's neck, who peered at the empty champagne bottle. "Poor. Poor man."
"Oh, man. Klaus, can you make some coffee?" Marcel called. He half carried Rebekah to the kitchen and watched as she swayed.
"This smells divine," Rebekah announced, staring at the food. Picking up a ladle, Rebekah piled a portion of mashed potatoes with gravy, macaroni and cheese, three pieces of chicken and a biscuit on her plate. Then she plopped down on the floor. Digging her fork into the sides, she began to hum with pleasure. "Oh, God, This is so good," she groaned.
"She will kill you tomorrow," Klaus told Marcel, who was grinning as Rebekah picked up a piece of chicken and began to eat like she had been starved.
"What can I say, if she's hungry, let her eat," Marcel said as Rebekah finished and handed him her plate.
"More, please," Rebekah said, licking her lips.
Caroline and Klaus shook their heads as Marcel placed more food on Rebekah's plate and made himself one before sitting on the floor with her. "We need to take pictures," Caroline said and Klaus shook his head.
"Hopefully she won't remember and be led to believe that she should stop eating those diet drinks for lunch. It's not healthy," Klaus murmured as he looked up at Caroline who was no longer eating. "I need to go to the bathroom." Caroline called to Marcel.
"It's upstairs and to the left. Please, don't use my bedroom which is right across the hallway," Marcel called.
"Bedroom?" Klaus inquired with a mock innocent look.
"Don't give me that look, Mikaelson. There's a guest bedroom. Now, go. And, please, keep it down," Marcel shouted as Klaus and Caroline ran upstairs.
Klaus and Caroline barely got the door open before they began to strip. Closing the door Klaus grabbed Caroline by the waist and spun her around before landing on his back on the bed. "Hello, love," he whispered as he pulled Caroline's face to his and began to kiss her. "I'm a bit more sturdy than I used to be. Let's see what this new nobody can do."
Flipping them over so he was on top of her Klaus pulled Caroline so that her back was against the wall. Pulling her legs around his waist he stared at Caroline before making her gasp, her eyes widening slightly. Pressing his lips to hers he took her hand and placed them above their heads as he moved slowly but with force that made Caroline growl.
Caroline groaned as Klaus' fangs protruded and he sank them into her neck. Growling again her eyes turned golden and she sank her teeth into his neck. Shoving him backward they landed on the bed. She was surprised it didn't break as she began to move with him pulling closer. She didn't want any space between them. Drinking his blood she wasn't sure there was enough before she would kill him when she pulled back.
Klaus stared up at Caroline as she held him down with one hand so he wouldn't try to bite her again. Sighing, Caroline stared down at him. "We should be doing that more often." Klaus nodded, pulling her face down to his to kiss her again but she shook her head. "Not tonight. We need to go check on your sister."
Walking downstairs, they found Rebekah had fallen asleep against Marcel's shoulder. Klaus moved forward to move her when Caroline stopped him. "Marcel, do you think you would be okay staying, like that, all night. I know it's asking a lot but this is the first time she really slept in a while." Caroline bit her lip, watching the theater Professor's face.
"Sure. I've slept in worse places," Marcel replied. Caroline grabbed some pillows and a blanket. Coming back in she helped him get a little more comfortable.
Pulling a pint of ice cream out of the fridge, Caroline and Klaus sat up the rest of the night eating ice cream and talking. The next morning Rebekah woke up, yawning before rolling over and screaming. Marcel jerked awake and stared at her, startled. "Good morning, sweetheart." Klaus called.
Rebekah frowned, looking down at her clothes and the fact that she was sleeping on the floor. "Oh, my head hurts. And my mouth. What did I eat last night?"
"A pillow," Caroline informed her with a giggle.
Rebekah picked up one of the pillows and threw it at Caroline. "What time is it? I have a study group at six thirty."
"Bit late for that," Marcel announced, adjusting his body and rubbing his back from his position where he was still lying on the kitchen floor.
"How late?" Rebekah demanded.
"It's eleven," Klaus announced.
"What?" Rebekah shouted. Jumping to her feet, Rebekah went running into the living room to look for a clock. She could be heard cursing as Klaus and Caroline traded looks before Rebekah came back in. "Nik, We need to get back to campus. I must get to my other classes. I have to apologize to my professors for my absence. I have to inform my group of my whereabouts. They will not remember the correct notes for the exam in three weeks. Oh, my hair." Placing a hand on her hair which was sticking out, Rebekah moaned.
"Rebekah, calm down," Caroline said. "We're going to go back to the dorm and you'll get a shower. Then we will get you to your other classes. But you deserve a break. Look at you. You're a nervous wreck."
Rebekah then grabbed her purse. Pulling out a compact, she popped it open and screamed. Snapping it closed, she turned to Marcel, "This is all your fault. I am a mess. I look like a witch from one of those bloody atrocious movies." Marcel opened his mouth, his eyes lighting up. "Do not speak." Rebekah warned, pointing a finger at him. "I had forgotten that Caroline is not the only hybrid around here. Do not make me use my magic on you."
"Have a nice day at school, honey," Marcel said, kissing Rebekah on the forehead, who frowned deeply before she walked away. "You don't have to worry about my classes. I'm canceling them." Marcel announced as he yawned.
Nodding, Caroline and Klaus walked outside to find Rebekah staring at her reflection in the rearview mirror of Klaus' car. "Ugh. Look at me. And why am I not hungry? What did he feed me last night?"
"Get in the car," Klaus ordered and Rebekah sighed before getting in the back.
"Did I sleep on his floor?" Rebekah inquired. "I slept on a kitchen floor with a teacher. Oh, what is wrong with me?"
"Nothing," Caroline told her, turning around, staring at Rebekah, who closed her eyes and groaned again.
When they arrived at Whitmore Elena and Hayley were gone. Rebekah got into the shower while Caroline wrote quick e-mails to Rebekah's classmates and argued with Klaus until he went to class.
After Rebekah came out of the bathroom, Caroline talked her into going out for coffee. Rebekah was just beginning to relax when they were walking out of the coffee shop. "There is so much to be done," Rebekah was muttering to herself as they walked along the path. Caroline was only half listening to the other hybrid. "I have so many exams and those infernal detectives will not bugger off… Caroline, are you listening to me?"
"Yes," Caroline replied, frowning because she had been listening to something else. There had been a third person who was following them halfway across the campus. Whirling around, Caroline glared at the stranger. A man with dark brown hair and light blue eyes. He seemed to be trying to contain his delight at her sudden movement. But couldn't quite do it.
Hearing, Rebekah stop as well Caroline didn't look at the other blonde. However, she could almost picture the look on Rebekah's face as Rebekah let out a tiny sound when the man looked at her and grinned. "Be-kah, I missed you," the man said.
"Ge… or… ge," Rebekah stuttered and Caroline heard her take a step backward.
"Yes, love. I'm back. And missed you so ve-ry much. I wanted to know if you wanted to play a little game. You did so seem to enjoy our last one. Alas, I did not fair too well in that one. However, lucky for the two of us, I'm back. Therefore, I forgive you, Bekah. I thought we could make a real go of it. You see I thought you had no fight. That you were like all the others. You proved me wrong, deadly, I must say. I thought we could go for new game, what do you say, for old times' sake?" George said, rocking on his feet still grinning.
"Leave her alone," Caroline growled.
George grinned down at Caroline. "What would you like to do to stop me? Hmmm… I'd say there are a few too many people around for you to do too much about it, little hybrid," George murmured with a grin. "I think you'd not like to draw attention to yourselves when you never know when and where the delightful detectives, Nadol and Branon are." Beginning to walk away, George turned and smiled at Rebekah. "Bekah, that theater Professor of yours is wonderful company. Had a nice chat with him after you lot cleared off."
"You bastard," Rebekah screamed after George as Caroline grabbed her by the waist and held her back.
"We need to get back to Marcel's and find out if he's okay." Caroline whispered, forcing Rebekah to walk toward the parking lot. Getting into Klaus' vehicle because he had left his keys in the dorm room, Caroline drove them to Marcel's.
Walking inside, they found the door wide open. There was a lot of blood on the floor, leading up to the bedroom and Rebekah began to sob as they walked upstairs to find Marcel's body. He was lying in bed, without anything on. Someone had stabbed him, repeatedly.
They didn't have to time to react when Branon appeared in the doorway. "Hands up in the air, ladies," Branon ordered and Rebekah raised her hands dully.
Caroline looked around the room, seeing Rebekah's underclothes on the floor. 'Oh, yeah, George did a really good job with this one,' Caroline thought as she felt cold steel around her own wrists and someone began to lead her out of the room as Branon began to question Rebekah, who kept saying. "I don't know." 'I don't know either, Bekah,' Caroline thought as she got into the back of a police cruiser for the second time in less than twenty-four hours.
Answers to review questions:
Lavanya: I'm doing my best to take care of her but sometimes adult paients don't like to take their children's orders. (Insert eye roll.) I hope you enjoyed the Klaroline.
Rose: I forgot about Grams warning. Note to self: figure that out. Hmmm… Klaroline did get to have their date and Rebekah is moving on slowly, like a turtle but I think that's understandable. Why did no one compel the shopkeeper? Ummm… I'm not sure I thought about compulsion and I want to say it wouldn't work because there were outside forces in play, if that makes sense.
Sososhort84: Thank you. I'm really happy that you're enjoying the story that much. Hopefully, I can figure out the other half sometime soon and then there will be a ton of update.
Alexis2106: I hope that you enjoyed Elena's cameo appearance. Honestly, I have no idea what's going to happen otherwise I would be able to tell you when you would see Elena/Delena again. They were my favorite couple until season three of TVD and Klaroline infected me. So, season six will probably have me grabbing a tissue box like the season finale did. The scene when Damon and Elena died together almost had me weeping and I seriously hate to cry.
Peace,
Jessica