I sit on the couch reading a book. I can feel her watching me from behind. It's probably because she's trying to get into my head. I can feel her trying to tap into the deepest parts of my mind but over the years I've learned how to block people out when I'm awake.

Without putting my book down I say, "What do you want Barbie?" I can feel her glare and its intensity on the back of my head. I just flip the page of the book and continue to read. She doesn't say anything but I know her glare has intensified. I roll my eyes. She's such a brat.

Part of me really wants to see what's so interesting about the back of my head. I mean I know the front of me is gorgeous, I guess the back of me must be too. I go back to reading Twilight and in blink of an eye Barbie is in front of me and forcibly takes the novel out of my hands.

"Why are reading this rubbish," She asks running through all the pages.

"Because Rebekah," I reply harshly as I get up and I snatch my book back. "I wanted to see why it's so popular." I sit back down. "I know its rubbish.Everyone knows vampires don't sparkle."

Rebekah glares at me and pushes my feet off the coffee table in which my feet were rest. I sigh. "Is there something you want Rebekah?" My book lays on my lap and I look at her i the eyes.

"I don't like you," she says in her bratty tone.

I roll my eyes again. "Oh really," I say as I put my feet on top of the couch this time. "I haven't noticed."

"I don't like you," she says again."

I flip to the last page I was on and don't even glance at her. "Dully noted."

In her vampire speed she takes me by the neck and slams me against the wall. "I don't know what he sees in you. I don't know why he keeps you around." She slams my head on the wall and chokes me. "He usually would kill someone like you by now."

"Someone like me," I spit out. I laugh.

She glares at me. "Why are you laughing?!"

"You are so oblivious to life," I tell her. "Now I know why Klaus like you in box rather than by his side."

By the end of my sentence she begins to squeeze on my throat so that she can cut of my airways making it so that I can't breath.

"Rebekah," I hear someone say. I look over to see Elijah standing in the doorway. Oh now he wants to show up. "Let her go," he says.

She drops her hand from my neck and I fall to my knees gasping for air. "What were you thinking Rebekah," Elijah says as he comes over and helps me up. "If I was Klaus you may not even be awake right now."

"What are you both doing here anyways," I say catching my breath.

"Klaus informed me that Marcel was alive," Elijah says as he bites his wrist and puts it in front of my face.

I glare at him. "If you think for one second I would ever drink your blood you have lost your mind." He takes his wrist back and puts it to his side and it begins to heal.

"So," I say. "You came back to play Uncle Elijah." I laugh as I pick my book up and put it on the coffee table. "I didn't know Marcel at the same time that you did but I can tell you that the Marcel that you once knew is not the Marcel you know of today. He's most likely gone and probably never coming back."

I lay on my back on the couch. I groan as my throat burns. I reach in my pocket to get my phone and see its not there. I look around and see it laying by Rebekah's feet. "Can on of you hand me my cell," I say pointing to it. Rebekah glares at me and throws it at my chest. "Thanks," I say harshly. "Can you both leave me alone." They look at each other. "Like now!"

"Why would I listen to a little—," Rebekah is cut off by Elijah.

"Rebekah," He says sternly. In a very unElijah way he takes her by the arm and say. "Let's go." Rebekah just nods to my luck. I hate hearing her voice. I let out a sigh of relief when the front door closes.

I text Stefan hoping that he messages me having not heard from him in a couple weeks. After texting him I close my eyes and rest.

When I wake up I am laying on Klaus' chest in our bedroom. His shirt is off and he is talking to someone on the phone. I look up at him and he smirks at me. "I'll tell her when she wakes up Stefan. Call me later." Klaus ends the call and sets the phone on the the nightstand beside the bed. "Good evening Love," he says. I groan and close my eyes again.

"I found you brother Love." I open my eyes and lift my head very quickly.

"Where," I ask quickly.

"In New Orleans." He laughs and kisses my forehead. "Sleep a little more Love. You seem tired."

He runs his fingers through my hair and massages my scalp but then suddenly stops. "Keep doing that. It feels good."

He continues to massage my scalp and I know there's some sort of smirk on his face even though I can't see it. "Before I left earlier you were telling me about how Marcel has invited us to a party."

"Yes," I yawn. "We're going."

"When does it start,"Klaus asks. His fingers feel so good on my scalp.

"He didn't say. I know it's at night though."

"Love," he says.

"Yes."

"It's almost night."

I snicker. "Is that your way of telling me that I need to get up." I look up at his face and he nods. "Are we going to find Stefan before we go?"

"I'm sure Stefan will find us before we find him."

"What is he doing here anyways?"

I can feel him shrug his shoulders and my head lays on his chest.

"Maybe he's trying to run away from his problems Love. Just like you're doing with me."

"ARE Y'ALL READY TO GET THIS PARTY STARTED!?"

The music's blasting. People are dancing and drinking. Some are probably having the time of their life or maybe lives. I smirk as I grab two glasses of champagne and hand one to Klaus.

"A festival?" Klaus looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Aw don't be like that," I tell him. "This could be fun." I look around for Marcel who is still no where to be found.

"Your little fledgling's power source is supposed to be here tonight."

Klaus downs the rest of the champagne in his glass and hands it some waiter. "How do you know he has a power source?"

"You talk in your sleep," I say nonchalantly. I take another sip of my drink.

"I thought you said we're going to a party," he questions.

"Oh stop being ridiculous. It's the same thing. Didn't the DJ just stay let's get this party started? Stop being an old fart and enjoy while we do some business."

I look around and see the bartender Camille with a young girl no older than 17 standing there talking with Marcel.

"I found our girl," I tell Klaus.

"Should we make an appearance," He asks.

"A big one."