It had been approximately three days after Prom, which means it's been approximately three days since Rebekah's hopes and dreams had been shattered. She waited forever to be normal and be human, and last night, she finally got that chance. Only for it to be shredded into a million pieces that can never be put back together.
Damon didn't know what to do or how to help. How could he help? And more importantly, why the hell would he even want to? Damon kept going over all the terrible things that Rebekah has done since arriving with her monstrous brother, but he goes through the list one-by-one, only to get to the end of it and realize that he wasn't much better. None of them were. They all killed, manipulated, and sacrificed in the name of getting what they want and all made weak attempts at justifying it, but believing it themselves to be true.
Some say it was not that he thought about all of Rebekah's wrong-doings, but that he thought about her at all…
Damon walked downstairs still not up to par with his usual attitude. The attitude that Stefan knew and hated. The one he had before Stefan…died…
Physically, he felt as fresh as ever. He took a nice steamy shower, and got dressed in his best attire. Emotionally, he felt as drained as ever. He had Elena locked up in the cellar downstairs, and had no intention of letting her out, but was determined to get the Elena that he knew back. The Elena that Stefan knew…
He may not love the girl anymore, but he did once. Not too long ago, actually. And he found it hard to turn his back on her, no matter how much he said that the hassle that was Elena Gilbert wasn't his problem anymore, she still was…
Damon knew that a big part of him never slammed the door in Elena's face because he knew that Stefan wouldn't ever do that to her, no mater what he said before he died about skipping town after they ram that cure down her throat, and Damon felt obligated to help in the name of Stefan.
He was still waiting for Elena to lose more strength from starvation and desiccation, but in the mean time, he needed to get out of the house. He wanted to talk to someone who would want to talk to him back. And not mention the supernatural environment every minute.
He ran the way to Rebekah's, making it there in a matter of seconds. He rang the doorbell, and leaned against the doorframe waiting patiently for it to open to reveal a blonde-haired and blue-eyed original vamp. Instead, when the door open, he came face-to-face with brown hair and brown eyes dressed in a suit.
"Damon, what an unwelcome surprise," Elijah said annoyed. Although, he didn't know what upset him more. The fact that his baby sister is fraternizing with who he and his family deemed as their enemy, or that he couldn't stop her from fraternizing with them even if he wanted to. And he wanted to.
"Elijah, how's my favorite original?" Damon asked with sarcasm dripping from each word. "I didn't interrupt something important, did I?" Elijah could tell by the tone of his voice that he couldn't have cared less if he interrupted something important or not.
"Actually, you interrupted some family business of mine. Now, if you would be so kind as to get off my sisters property," Elijah said, making it sound like a demand and not a suggestion where he could take it or leave it.
"Nonsense," came another voice, one that he immediately recognized. The voice he came here to listen to in the first place. Rebekah stepped into view opening the door wider. "Damon, come in. Me and my brother here were just finishing our conversation. Weren't we, brother?"
"Believe me, Rebekah. It is far from over," Elijah said hoping he would be able to get through to his sister who he deemed years ago as the only one in the family who knew what family loyalty meant, and kept the promise of always and forever. That was more than he could say about the rest of them.
"Damon, come in," Rebekah said ignoring Elijah, but sounded a bit more irritated then before. Damon smirked, and walked past Elijah testing his limits and patting him on the face gently almost like he was comforting a little brother, but it definitely came out mockingly. He chuckled when he heard Elijah growl under his breath.
"Be a dear, and close the door already, Elijah. I'm getting a bit of a draft in here," Rebekah said as she started to walk away, heading straight for the liquor.
She handed Damon a drink which he happily accepted. "Oh, and I forgot to say congratulations. Nice job being deceived by the almighty Silas," Damon said smirking. Anything to piss off an original, preferably this one.
Elijah sighed with full intent to ignore the older Salvatore brother. He turned to his little sister, and said, "Klaus has gone to New Orleans, Rebekah."
"New Orleans?" Rebekah started incredulously. "What the hell is Klaus doing there?" After the question came out of her mouth, she had to ask herself if she really cared where he was or why. And the answer was no. She no longer saw him as her family, just a paranoid freak of nature who is a hypocritical monster underneath a shell of a man she used to know. But that man's gone now.
"I think this calls for celebration," Damon commented throwing his two cents in and raising his glass slightly in a mock toast. Rebekah smirked at him, but didn't comment, although, she agreed whole-heartedly with him.
"Evidently, there are witches conspiring against him. So, knowing our brother, this was a mission to silence and slaughter," Elijah answered calmly leaning back onto a table comfortably.
"Ooh, tough break. I'd say I feel sorry for the bastard, but then I would be lying," Damon said with a mixture of bitterness and malice. Only a tone that Damon Salvatore could pull off.
"Wouldn't be the first time," Elijah snapped irritated enough as it is, and truthfully, didn't need Damon to add to it. He was actually debating whether or not to rip out his heart right now, he was in no mood to be tested today. His patience was running very low at this point. Maybe he could be of assistance to help him in joining his brother on the other side, if Damon pushes him enough.
"Well, the French Quarter witches are not a lot to be trifled with," Rebekah started. Then continued smiling condescendingly with a tad of genuine hope in her voice, "You don't suppose they've found a way to kill him once and for all, do you?"
"Rebekah, in the name of our family, you might try to dial down your glee," Elijah scolded completely appalled at the sister, who he once admired for her loyalty and devotion to her family even if they never returned the favor, had turned so heartless by even the mention of family.
Damon finished off his glass of bourbon, and helped himself to another. "I should go to New Orleans, and give them a little assistance. You know, make sure they get the job done right," Damon said absent-mindedly.
"That would be rather foolish, Damon. Don't you think? After all, it would literally be suicide to kill Klaus," Elijah said narrowing his eyes on Damon thinking to himself how he was walking on such a thin line.
Damon shrugged carelessly, "At least I know that I took him down with me. I'm fine with it."
"What family?" Rebekah asked rhetorically diverting the conversation back to the matter at hand, and not willingly to waste any time in her brothers feud with the Salvatore she's come to tolerate over the past few days. She refused to say the word that burned on her tongue. She continued hatefully, "We're three distrustful acquaintances who happen to share a bloodline. I, for one, hope they found a way to make that traitorous bastard rot."
"Couldn't have put it better, Sexy Beks," Damon commented giving her a wink. She smiled, and took a sip of her bourbon hoping to hide her slide smile behind the glass.
"Where are you going?" Rebekah asked curiously as Elijah walked around her. Though, she had to admit, she couldn't care less at this point. It was true what she said. This wasn't a family, and she's given up on all hope that it could ever be again. The last time they were truly a family in her eyes was a thousand years ago when they went to one another and confided in each other before there parents killed them and turned them into monsters that they never wanted to be, but were forced to adapt and grow accustom to the lifestyle. Then Niklaus made his first kill, transitioned into a werewolf for the first time, revealed Esther's infidelity, and had their parents despise them in all their immortal life. Then they were nothing, but shells of people they all used to know.
Elijah stopped in his tracks, and answered without turning back or sparing his sister a glance, "To find out who's making a move against our brother. And then I'll either stop them…or help them." After a second, Elijah said absent-mindedly, "Depending on my mood."
Elijah walked off. Damon called after his retreating form, "Bye! Feel free to come back to town never!"
The two remaining in the room heard Elijah growl under his breath, and they could only picture the look of restraint he had on his face to not rip Damon limb from limb with no remorse whatsoever.
Rebekah chuckled amused at how easy it was for Damon to get on Elijah's bad side, and make him lose his cool composure for mere seconds.
"So, why are you here?" Rebekah asked once she heard the front door of her house open and slam close. Mature, Rebekah thought with a roll of her eyes. He was supposed to be the oldest and wisest of them all, but he was just as stupid and lovesick as the rest of them. He was right, Rebekah had no smart brother.
"What do you mean?" Damon asked, pouring himself another glass of bourbon, and pouring one for Rebekah as well when she held hers out to him.
"Contrary to popular belief, you're not stupid. You know exactly what I mean, Damon," Rebekah said not in any mood to beat around he bush and play these games with him today.
"I needed out of the house. Desperately," Damon answered her with a strained voice.
"Aren't you supposed to be on 'Save Elena' duty. I thought you were going to try and bring her humanity back," Rebekah pointed out amused at how much he really did care for this girl.
"I need her to be weaker before I start anything," Damon said with his usual smirk planted right on that handsome face of his.
Rebekah took a sip of her bourbon, and commented, "You do realize that every minute that ticks on by is one more minute that you would be closer to bringing the old Elena back."
Damon shrugged sipping his bourbon, "Yeah, I realize that."
Rebekah laughed softly, and said, "Well, so much for the girl you love."
"I told you, I don't love her," Damon snapped. "I care for her, and I know that what I'm doing is exactl -"
"Exactly what Stefan would be doing," Rebekah finished for him. "Yeah, I know he would. I applaud you're loyalty to your brother even in death, Damon. I'm even a little ashamed to admit this, but I admire that about you."
"You would do the same," Damon stated.
Rebekah quickly shook her head. "No. No, I wouldn't." After a moment of silence, Rebekah decided to ask what's been on her mind a lot recently. "Why are you trying to convince yourself that you don't love Elena anymore? Is it because now that Stefan's gone the guilt overwhelms you? Or is it because you don't have enough energy to fight anymore?"
"What do you mean 'trying to convince myself'?" Damon asked looking slightly offended, and using air quotations with his fingers. "I don't love Elena. Not anymore," he stated firmly.
"Damon, if there's one thing I know, it's love. And love like the love you felt for her doesn't just go away overnight. And you miraculously fall out of love days after Stefan died. There's more to it than that," Rebekah said trying to get him to fess up what she thinks he doesn't know yet.
Damon set his glass of bourbon on the table. "After Stefan died, it put a lot of things into perspective. Like how all this time, I've been fighting him for most of our immortal life. It also stuck out to me that I didn't go to Elena's after he died. I didn't think about her, I didn't care about her in that moment."
"Of course not, your brother just died," Rebekah pointed out like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Then continued, "Still doesn't explain the sudden change of feelings." Damon picked up his glass of bourbon from the table, and downed what was left of it. He filled the glass up again, and started sipping on it. It reminded Rebekah of a child sipping on a juice box. "You know, you care a lot about someone who you don't love anymore," Rebekah commented.
Damon shrugged, "Yeah, I do. I may not love her now, but I did once. And besides, I owe it to Stefan to bring Elena back from the path of self-destruction."
"The lonely dirt road that we've all been down at one time or another. Human or vampire," Rebekah contributed sipping her drink as well, and letting herself savor the burning in the back of her throat as the cool amber liquid made it's way down.
"I couldn't even imagine how many times over a thousand years," Damon said.
All Rebekah responded with was, "A lot." It left Damon a little curious as to how much 'a lot' meant to her, and even her brothers. "So, this is it?" Rebekah asked Damon with a raised eyebrow. He looked at her quizzically waiting for her to continue. She elaborated, "You desperately needed to get out of the house, so this is what you do? Come over to my house to talk?"
Damon smirked, but also felt incredibly exposed at how well she could read him. "Yeah," he started, "I guess."
"Well, I don't think you need anymore of this," she said jokingly as she took the glass of bourbon he had in his hand ignoring his struggling protests, and laughing amused by his childish reactions to getting his bourbon taken away. She stopped his one hand from reaching it. "Let's watch a movie," Rebekah declared once Damon finally stopped whining about his beloved bourbon.
"A movie?" Damon asked incredulously. Rebekah laughed loudly at his reaction.
"Yes, Damon. A movie," Rebekah confirmed between chuckled of calmed laughter. Then added teasingly, "You do know what a movie is, right?"
Damon rolled his eyes, but couldn't stop a small amused smile from gracing his beautiful features. "Yes, I know what a movie is"
"Good," Rebekah praised almost like talking to a puppy dog who just learned how to sit for the first time.
Damon raised a warning finger at her, and joked half-heartedly, "Please, and I cannot stress this enough, please, no Twilight." Rebekah laughed loudly at that.
"You do realize that I've been in a box for ninety years of my undead life. I don't even know what the hell Twilight is. Though, I have heard a lot about it," Rebekah responded.
"Good," Damon said while sighing in great genuine relief. "It's a book that should've never seen the daylight, or have been made into a movie franchise because it's about nothing but sparkly gay vampires." Then added absent-mindedly and kind of regretfully, but still dead serious about his words, "I should've killed Stephanie Meyer."
Rebekah rolled her eyes playfully, then commanded, "Go pick out a movie while I make a large bowl of popcorn."
Damon winked at her, and watched her walk off into her oversized kitchen. He plopped himself onto the couch, and started surfing through the channels for free on demand. Rebekah came in five minutes later with a bowl of popcorn, a bag of chips, and to top it all off, two pints of blood.
"What movie did you pick?" Rebekah asked as she sat down next to Damon putting the bowl of popcorn in her lap.
"I can't decide," Damon answered plopping a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth.
"Well, let's see, sparkly gay vampires are out of the question -" Rebekah started jokingly, but was cut off but Damon.
"Damn right," Damon mumbled under his breath, though, it didn't make a difference with Rebekah's hearing.
"And I don't believe you would wanna watch a chick-flick," Rebekah seemingly pointed out with raised eyebrows eyeing Damon carefully.
"Got that right," Damon agreed. "How about Titanic?" Damon asked chuckling when he saw the movie.
Rebekah shoved him slightly, and said, "Shut up. Believe it or not, but me and my entire family were on that ship." Rebekah took a moment to shudder, then said, "I think it even traumatized Klaus." Then added, "No worries though. Nothing a little compulsion couldn't fix. We were on a lifeboat in no time."
Damon chuckled, "I was supposed to be on that ship, but decided against it." Rebekah raised her eyes in question. "I still had my humanity, but I knew that with all the snobs, I would probably end up killing almost everyone."
Rebekah laughed loudly. "It took everything in Kol to restrain himself from doing just that." Then added quietly, "Then Kol ended up with a dagger in his chest."
"Why?" Damon asked. "What did he do?"
Rebekah shrugged, "What makes you think he did anything?" Then, not willing to face that particular topic of conversation just yet, she grabbed the remote from his hand and began surfing through movies again while occasionally chewing on a piece of popcorn. Rebekah stumbled on a movie that she thought they would both enjoy. "What about The Dark Knight Rises?" Rebekah asked looking at Damon. Then pointed out, "It's safe from those sparkly gay vampires, and it's not one of those cheesy chick-flicks that show perfect examples of forbidden fruit."
"I like it, put it on," Damon said while eating a few chips.
Rebekah smiled, and turned the movie on, getting herself lost in the action and thrill of it. Of how human it seems. She refuses to believe that she's the most comfortable she's been in a while knowing that Damon Salvatore is the one here with her. That is just unacceptable for her to believe…
Rebekah groaned, but didn't open her eyes as she deemed herself too comfortable in that moment. She was nestled into Damon's side with his head on top of hers. Rebekah's phone wouldn't stop buzzing from it's place in her jeans pocket.
Let it go to voicemail, Rebekah thought gruffly. She didn't even realize that her and Damon had both fallen asleep during the movie, and she didn't remember covering her and Damon both with a blanket that is constantly on the couch.
Rebekah's phone rang, rang, and rang. Whoever it was calling her was very persistent as to getting a hold of her. Well, they would just have to wait.
"Rebekah," Damon mumbled, also being awoken by the phone's incessant buzzing sound. "Answer it."
Rebekah whimpered sounding like almost like a child, but reluctantly sat up straighter and started rubbing her eyes. Damon copied her motions. Rebekah yawned, but took her phone from her pocket. Of course it would be Elijah, Rebekah thought, as she scoffed. More reluctant than ever, she finally picked up the phone. "Brother," she greeted.
"So nice for you to finally grant me the pleasure of hearing your voice, sister," Elijah said unable to keep the sarcasm and annoyance out of his voice for how long she's waited to finally pick up while he's been trying his best to get in touch with her.
"You're lucky I answered at all," Rebekah said more annoyed than ever at her eldest brother right now. "Call to fill me in on Niklaus' slaughter of the French Quarter witches?"
"No," Elijah denied. "I found out some crucial information involving that werewolf girl."
"Hayley?" Rebekah asked incredulously. What would Klaus do with her?
"Yes. Turns out she is carrying our brothers child," Elijah said pleased with the fact that she now knows, and he doesn't have to waste more time calling her when she's obviously ignoring him.
"But vampires can't procreate," Rebekah pointed out. How? Why? Her bastard brother has been nothing, but just that; a bastard. She's the one who wants a family, not him. She's the one who would go to the ends of the earth for a child without looking back, not him. She's the one who wants children, not him. So, why? Why does every miracle in this world happen to him when she hasn't done half as bad things as he has? Why does he always have the power?
Why her brother? Why not her?
She's the one who wanted the cure. She wanted to be human, and have a family, and grow old. Not him. And now, to think, that bastard brother of hers gets to have one of the things she's wanted most, and he doesn't even want it. As childish as it sounded, it wasn't fair.
"No, vampires can't procreate. But werewolves can," Elijah stated. Rebekah stood up completely ignoring Damon. She hadn't even noticed how late it was until she looked out her window, and saw nothing but darkness and the bright street lights shining down on the road. Usually, Rebekah would love to stare at such a simple and normal sighting, but right now, she couldn't find it in her to enjoy it. "It's one of natures many loopholes."
"Of course it is," Rebekah said hatefully with a scoff. "So, how's Klaus taking the news?" she asked, although, she truly didn't even care. It almost sounded sincere, even for her, but Elijah was always the one in their family who could read her like a book. He knew what Rebekah felt right now was anything by sincerity towards their brother. Klaus only could tell when she was lying, but that was just because of his paranoia and fear. Other than that, he never truly cared.
"Well, he's doing what he does," Elijah started. "Given a chance at happiness, Klaus runs in the opposite direction."
Rebekah walked away from the window towards a lamp. She turned off the lamp, and told her brother, "Then let him run. That child, if it's even his, is better off without him." We're all better off with him, Rebekah thought mentally with bitterness in her inner voice. She would've said it out loud, but she knew it may cross some sort of line with Elijah.
"He's not better of without that child, Rebekah, and neither are we," Elijah told her. Internally, he was hoping more than anything that she could find it in that heart that he knew she still had and has carried throughout the centuries to forgive their brother. Just like she always has in the past.
"Darling, kind Elijah," Rebekah started in a soft voice walking away from the lamp. "Our brother rarely brings us anything by pain. At what point in your immortal life will you stop searching for his redemption?" she asked him genuinely curious as to what the answer may be.
Elijah answered, ""I'll stop searching for his redemption when I believe there is none left to be found."
Elijah hung up with Rebekah following suit. She put the phone back in her pocket, but made no move in either direction. Damon's voice broke her out of her thoughts. "Well, look who came to visit."
Rebekah turned around seeing Katherine leaning against a table with her usual sadistic smirk in place. Damon came to stand next to Rebekah, though, she ignored him completely. "I'd give you a play-by-play, but you have the air of someone who's been lurking and listening," Rebekah said.
"Just long enough to see your little cuddle fest with the older Salvatore here," she said while motioning towards Damon. They both rolled their eyes. What did everybody think was going on? "He'll come around," Katherine started matter-of-factly. "You know Elijah - he won't stop until he's convinced Klaus to do the right thing."
"I'm sure," Damon stated sarcastically, also eavesdropping on the conversation, and also believed that the child deserved a better father. Although, in retrospect, Damon very strongly believed that everyone deserved better than to be around that dick.
Rebekah scoffed, and said, "I know you consider yourself an expert in brotherly dynamics, but you don't know my brothers half as well as you think you do."
"You're wrong," Katherine denied quickly. "Klaus won't be able to walk away from this. He and I are the same. We manipulate, we thirst for power, we control, we punish, but our actions are driven by one, singular place deep inside."
"And what's that?" Rebekah asked I a tone that gave away she couldn't care less.
Katherine sighed, "We're alone, and we hate it." Putting on her tough exterior, she said addressing the both of them, "Anyways, you two have fun with each other." Then turning to Rebekah, she told her, "Tell Elijah to call me when he comes home. I'll be waiting for him."
She winked at Damon, and walked past the both of the,
"Klaus a father?" Damon asked exasperated. "I bet the guy can't even keep a plant alive."
"You're right, he can't," Rebekah said solemnly. "But that's only because he never cared to."
"Think he'd make a good father?" Damon asked her half-heartedly. "I couldn't even begin to picture it."
Rebekah sighed, and finally turned to face Damon, "I don't know. If there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that Klaus is full of surprises. Do I think he'd make a good father? No." But then she added with a shrug, "I guess I'll just have to wait for the day that he proves me wrong."
"You know, I once thought my brother was irredeemable," Damon stated randomly. "It was after we both turned, and he was in ripper mode."
Rebekah nodded her head in understanding, "I'm sure that must have been a hard time for you."
Damon nodded. "It was," he confirmed. "But what was even harder was feeling like I lost the best friend I grew up with." Rebekah narrowed her eyebrows, completely unsure of where Damon was going with this. She nodded for him to continue. He said, "My point is, I would give everything I could to have him back now. Ripper or not. I gave up on my brother too easily, and even though Klaus is a first rate dick, you shouldn't give up on him."
"Damon, I have officially lost all hope for my brother and his redemption. The only thing he's ever cared about was breaking his stupid curse, making sure he had power over the supernatural community so they would cower in fear every time they even heard his name, and making a stupid useless hybrid army that he could try to pass off for family," Rebekah said with malice. All she ever did for that bastard and the only way he has ever repaid her was jamming a dagger into her heart time and time again. He has always wanted a family that wouldn't turn against him, hence his hybrids (even though, now, it turned out to be a complete disaster), but he never seemed to acknowledge the fact that she's the one who's been there these past thousand years. She's the one who remained loyal to him, helped him through everything (even the hunter's curse), cared about him, and loved him through everything even when the rest of their siblings didn't. They would have their spats over the years, but neither could stay mad at each other for too long. But, now, things are just the worst it's ever been.
Rebekah has finally opened her eyes to the true horrors of her brother. The horrors that her brother, Kol, used to complain about on a regular basis when he wasn't around, and even the times when he was. Oh, how she missed those days terribly.
Damon shrugged, not even sure himself why he felt the need to give Rebekah a push in the right direction regarding her relationship with Klaus. Maybe it was because he didn't want to see her go down the same road he went down with Stefan. When he left Stefan behind, they were the most lonely years he ever went through. Being a vampire, it's nothing but an endless tunnel of loneliness. Even if you have the world around you, it doesn't make a difference unless you have someone to share it with.
"I have no doubt in my mind that that's true, but he's still your brother," Damon weakly pointed out. It may have been a weak justification, but if Damon had listened to that voice in his head years ago when he promised his brother an eternity of misery. The voice that kept repeating 'He may be a monster, but he's still your brother,' things may have turned out differently.
"You're right, and I'm still his sister," Rebekah shot back at him full force. "But that doesn't make a difference to him."
In all truth, it broke Rebekah's hard to look back and see what their relationship has become now. Nothing but filled with rage and hate directed at one another. She has spent her entire immortal life loving and hating her brother with equal measure, now there's nothing left. It's not that Rebekah doesn't want to care about him, but she can't find it in her to care. She has spent years upon years caring and loving, only to come out in the end and realize that it ruins you. Even if it's family.
"No, it doesn't. But I bet that it doesn't make a difference to him because if it does, then he's seen as weak. Not a brother, but weak. And I've known Klaus long enough to know that he believes he can't be seen as weak," Damon replied.
"Well, why would he?" Rebekah snapped at him. "If he's seen as weak to you lot then you jump on the chance to kill him. I can't blame him for that."
"What are you trying to do here, Rebekah? Defend or argue?" Damon snapped back. Rebekah shut her mouth realizing the words that came out of it. She shouldn't defend Klaus, he's proven on more than one occasion that he doesn't need it. She doesn't even know why she felt the need to defend him in any way, shape, or form, but all she could think was that it's the truth.
"Why are you defending him?" Rebekah asked curiously.
Damon looked down at her, and after a moment of debated silence, he answered, "Because I've been in the place that he's at." Rebekah looked at him quizzically. He elaborated, "Alone. I've been alone."
Rebekah smirked. "Why don't you ever let anybody see the good in you, Damon?"
Damon turned his head to look at the window that Rebekah was gazing out of not too long ago. After a moments of hesitation, he finally answered saying the same words that he said to Elena one night when she asked the same question, "Because when people see good, they expect good. And I don't wanna have to live up to anyone's expectations." He averted his gaze back onto Rebekah. Her breath caught in her throat as she caught herself under his intense gaze.
Damon smirked, and moved his hand up to tuck a little of her hair in her ear. He smirked down at her, and smirked even bigger when she cleared her throat and looked down at the floor breaking their gaze. He had an effect on her, and he liked that…
"It's late," Rebekah said suddenly in a hoarse voice. "You should probably be getting home."
"Probably," Damon agreed. And as speed as lighting, Damon crashed his lips to Rebekah's making her gasp in complete and utter shock. He took this opportunity to explore her mouth, as she pulled him closer with her hand on each side of his neck. Their was nothing slow about this kiss, but it felt like it had much more meaning than any other intimate interaction they've had in the past. But that was also when they hated each other…
The kiss was filled with passion, want, and need. It was filled with genuine affection on both parts. It was a kiss that made them both lose the capacity to think about anything else but each other in that moment. They didn't think of how wrong it truly was, or how right it actually felt for both. They didn't think about consequences, or the judgment that will be thrown their way. Now did they think about the different opinions everybody would probably no doubt have.
They thought about each other, and nothing else. Damon surprised Rebekah greatly when he pulled away (reluctantly), not even trying to take her to bed.
They were both trying to catch breath that they didn't even need, but after a kiss like that, it felt like a necessity to regain their thoughts and come to terms with what happened. And more importantly, what it meant.
Their breathing finally calmed down, and they just stared into each others eyes. Damon was trying to see anything in Rebekah's eyes. He looked to see if there was a hint of regret, but couldn't have been happier when he saw none of that. And the hate he thought he saw in her eyes last night wasn't there either. It looked as if she was debating whether to take him upstairs or not.
Rebekah tried to examine what Damon was feeling. She could usually read people like an open book, she like to analyze them. She enjoyed it. And all she saw on Damon's face was lust.
After a moment, she crashed her lips to his in a kiss that he happily returned as fierce as she gave it. She tore his shirt off his body, as to which he groaned. He used his vampire speed and strength to push her into the wall removing her shirt in the process. He trailed kisses along her jaw line, neck, then back up to her lips. She flipped their positions, and tore his pants discarding them to the floor carelessly. Damon grabbed her, and sped her up to her room landing on top of her in the bed.
He gently took off her pants, and threw them onto the floor where they laid forgotten. Damon kissed down Rebekah's neck, and placed gentle kisses across her stomach. She fisted her hands in his hair, as she brought his lips back up to meet hers. Damon pulled back, and stared into Rebekah's eyes. Rebekah surprised herself by smiling as she looked up at him. Damon leaned down, and started to kiss her again, but more gently.
Rebekah woke up feeling satisfied. Her body ached in the most satisfying way, and she just wanted to stretch out and enjoy it before she had to get up and face the ways of the supernatural world. They could all use a break from it.
"Morning sunshine," Damon said as he say her stirring herself awake, but not opening her eyes just yet.
"How long have you been up?" Rebekah mumbled sleepily only half-listening, and therefore, half-conscious.
Damon answered, "Awhile."
"Why didn't you wake me?" Rebekah asked finally opening up her eyes to face with Damon staring at her intently.
He shrugged, and looked up the ceiling. "You looked peaceful."
Rebekah smiled softly. "Have you been watching me sleep?" Rebekah asked jokingly turning on her back, and yawning.
"Maybe," Damon said mischievously.
"Creep," Rebekah commented.
"I'm a damn hot creep," Damon said chuckling. Rebekah rolled her eyes, and sat up holding the blanket to her bare chest.
"Tell yourself whatever you need to so you can sleep at night, Damon," Rebekah said laughing. They looked at each other than laughed together in harmony.
There was a knock on her bedroom door. They both looked up annoyed at the intrusion.
The voice from the other side said, "Rebekah, if you are done with Damon Salvatore, then come downstairs. We have matters to discuss."
Rebekah noticeable rolled her eyes, but reluctantly got out of bed wrapping the sheet around herself, and made her way to her closet picking out a plain white shirt, blue jeans, and a jacket to go with the attire. She walked back over to the bed, and sat down sighing.
"My brother needs to give up on Niklaus. He needs to realize there is no redemption left in him," Rebekah said annoyed that her oldest brother wasn't letting it go, but even more annoyed knowing that he never would. At least, not until Klaus really does prove there's no chance for redemption. But, in her opinion, he's already proven that multiple times.
Damon shrugged, "He's Klaus' brother. He doesn't want to believe that the boy he watched grow up is lost to him forever."
"Now you're defending Elijah?" Rebekah asked incredulously, as she picked up her bra, and clasped it on. "Elijah may have watched Klaus grow up, but we're not children anymore. We haven't been for the longest time." Then added, "He may not want to believe that Klaus is lost to us forever, but that's exactly what he is to us at the end of the day." She stood up, and easily slipped on her panties. She sat back down on the bed.
She used her vampire speed to get dressed.
"You deal with your suit-loving brother. I'll stay up here out of the line of fire," Damon said turning on his side.
"Coward," Rebekah said between a small chuckle.
Rebekah made her way downstairs, and sat her brother standing in front of the window and staring at the outside. Similar to how she did yesterday, although, she was sure he had different thoughts on his mind. She sighed, and greeted, "Back so soon, Elijah?" Then continued, "Thought you were in New Orleans chasing after our brother's redemption that you still stupidly have hope in."
Elijah turned to look at her. "I'm not staying in this town, and if things go my way, neither will you," he replied, eyeing her carefully for her next move. If there was one thing he shared in common with his siblings, especially Rebekah, is how unpredictable they both can be.
"Neither will I?" she asked him, not sure about what he meant. "Care to elaborate, brother?" she asked walking past him to pour herself an early morning drink. If she was going to be dealing with her brother this early, she knew she would need it.
Elijah smirked, "Klaus is still in New Orleans ready to become King of the town." She raised her eyebrows, not expecting what came out of his mouth next. "And every Kind needs an heir. His words, not mine."
"So?" Rebekah asked tired of beating around the bush. "What exactly does that have to do with me?"
Elijah folded his arms, and leaned against the doorway. "I am going to stay in New Orleans with our brother, and we are going to build a family in one of our favorite places in the world."
"Great, that's wonderful. What are you doing here then?" she asked casually while taking a sip of her drink.
"I am here to make sure you come back with me," Elijah finally revealed his true intentions. Did he honestly believe that she would drop everything, and run away to New Orleans ready to be a family again. They have lived for a thousand years, but Rebekah could count on one hand the times that they would share a laugh together. It seems like Elijah isn't just out for their brothers redemption, but also their family. She couldn't blame him, really, she couldn't. But that didn't mean she was going to go along with it for even a second.
"Well, I'm sorry, but you wasted your time," Rebekah said irritated, and two second from breaking his neck and leaving him outside to rot.
"Let me rephrase, you will come back with me," Elijah said superiorly and in a tone telling her that she had a choice, but didn't at the same time. He won't stop until he finds his brother underneath his shell, and he also won't stop until he has convinced his sister to build a life with her brothers so they could be a family.
Rebekah slammed her glass of bourbon down, and turned to face Elijah. She asked incredulously, "So, that's it? I'm just supposed to pack up my things and leave for good? Forget my life here and my pursuit of the cure?"
Elijah scoffed, "Oh, the cure was a fool's errand. I mean, taking it would've stripped you of everything you are, for what? More high school proms?" He raised his voice to emphasize his point.
"I wanted to be human. I wanted children and a family," she told him for the umpteenth time. She lost track of how many times she's said that to him alone in the past few days.
Elijah moved closer to her, and opened his arms in a welcoming gesture. "And I stand before you to offer you both."
"And if I decide against you?" Rebekah tested. "A dagger in my heart then back in a box?" If she went with them, it would happen one way or another. If not by Elijah, then by Klaus himself. Again! Klaus wouldn't hesitate.
"I've made my case," Elijah declared calmly. "Your family needs you, and what choice you make right now is your own." Really? Trying to guilt her into it? I thought he was better than that, Rebekah thought spitefully. Rebekah couldn't even stand the thought of being present in the same state as Niklaus at this point. Klaus probably didn't even care if she was there or not, and neither did she. She's spent twenty lifetimes with her brothers, and in her opinion, twenty was more than enough.
Rebekah stepped closer to Elijah, and she saw a glimmer of hope written on his features. Hope that she would make what he deemed as the right decision, and stay loyal to her family. Hope that she wouldn't leave just Klaus, but him also. Hope that she was going to pack her bags, follow Elijah, and they would be a family again. Rebekah narrowed her eyes, and stopped when she was a good distance in front of Elijah. She said with bitterness, and crushing his hope, "I owe him nothing. I wish him no joy, no love. I will stay here and live my life the way I want to, and if your smart, I suggest you do the same."
She walked away from him leaving him debating whether or not he should run after her, and not give up on the matter. He even thought about annoying her the point where she had no choice but to go with him.
Little did Rebekah know that Damon had been eavesdropping on their conversation, and couldn't explain the feeling, but his stomach sank when Elijah told her to go with him to New Orleans.
He brushed the feeling in the pit of his stomach off, and blamed his lack of blood for the day. He refused to believe that he cared if she left or not.