Chapter 3: Girls just wanna have fun.

Alex bend over her victim.

Male, early twenties. Pale skin, blue eyes and thick brown hair. He was a male version of her. Besides the best part. He wasn't a vampire.

She smiled as she put her teeth in the man's neck and started to feed. She didn't stop until she was sure she had drained the guy of all blood. It all went so easy, she almost felt bad for him. He just thought she was another good-looking girl who was easy to seduce, and that he would get laid. So wrong he was.

Her favorite hunting tactic was to flirt with handsome guys and lure them out to the motel. It was almost too easy, the best hunt was when she played a little hard to get and the guy was unavailable. The challenge was always more fun, and she knew she would get what she was after. She almost never compelled a guy either. That was no fun. She had heard of vampires who compelled their victims to keep quiet and not to move. She snorted as she moved away from the drained body and jumped of the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up a little.

She smiled an evil smile when she saw her perfect face in the mirror. She could still feel the human's blood pumping through his veins and she let out a joyful sigh when the man's death scream echoed in her mind.

"Is everything alright in there?" A voice said from outside the door. "I heard screaming."

Alex sighed and undressed quickly. She approached the door naked and took a sheer bathrobe from the bathroom door on the way.

With her most innocent smile she opened the door a little and stuck out her head.

"Yes sir, we're alright. We just..." She stopped tactically and opened the door a little more, just enough for the man outside to see through the bathrobe, but still not see the body on the bed. She flirted a little with this man too. She had already had a light drink, so why not have another?

"O-oh. Erhm, sorry to disturb you miss, I just thought..." She could hear his heart pumping faster now, both of embarrassment and for the arousal he felt for her in that moment. The blood rushing through the man's veins made her thirsty and really turned on.

She knew he wanted to come inside, so she smiled another innocent smile at him and asked with the most girly voice she could:

"It's alright we're finished." Blink. Smile. Innocence. The perfect tactic for a pedophile. Which this man clearly was. She could identify what her victims got turned on by in seconds, by just using her senses. It was a tactic she evolved centuries ago. Even as a human she'd had the ability to identify what kind of person was standing in front of her. She could see right through them, which always had come in handy. By seeing who people were she had always known how the seduce, trick or blackmail them into doing what she wanted, for her.

It was the perks of being really attractive.

The man looked a bit odd as he realized what she was proposing. But then his lower brain got the best of him and he went into the room. As soon as the man had closed the door behind them, she let the robe fall down to the floor.

Rebekah was listening to another one of Elijah's boring lectures about whatever it was this time.

She loved her brother, she really did, but she just hated all these lectures. Especially since both her brothers seemed to believe she needed to hear the same one twice.

"Well?" Elijah gave her a harsh look. "Rebekah are you even listening to me?"

"You know what Elijah!? No! No, I'm not! Because I've had it with all these lectures you and Nik give me all the time! You treat me like I'm a little child!"

"Sorry, little sister. You know that I just want what's best for you, and I'm sorry if that involve a couple of boring lectures."

"A couple!? I've been given lectures by you for about three months now and every time I go back to the house I get exactly the same lecture by Nik! Why can't you two just start communicating again so I can you can stop pulling this crap on me!"

"It's not up to me and you know that. If it was, I would have talked to him ages ago. But with the risk of Niklaus daggering me and putting me away in a coffin for the next couple of hundred years until he's passed it, isn't really my ideal plan. Instead I was thinking about keeping my distance for the same amount of years so that he can forgive me in his own time and I still don't have to miss out on evolution."

"I'm sorry, but what did you do again to piss him off? I mean he does get mad easily, but really?! What did you do? I mean how bad could this be?"

"Rebekah, you of all people should know it doesn't take much to make him want to store you up for a couple of centuries."

"That wasn't an answer Elijah!" Rebekah was yelling to the air, because her brother had left already.

"Nice, that's just nice... Why does everyone in this freaking family never give you a freaking straight answer and just leave before the conversation is over, just because they want it too!?"

She threw a punch in anger towards the wall. A burning feeling and an unbearable pain when she realized what the inside of what seemed to be a plaster wall.

"Fuck!" She tried to rip it out from the wall again, but realized she would have a bloody scrap of flesh as a hand if she did.

Rebekah slowly picked up her phone to call for, she couldn't believe she was actually doing it, help.

Now who should she call? There was no way she was going to call her brothers after the fight she just had with Elijah and she had no plan of calling any of this towns morons especially that bastard Damon Salvatore! She started carefully try to ease her arm out.

Why in the world would someone put up a wall of vervain dipped stakes in all kinds of directions behind a plaster wall!? It was like someone had foreseen that she would ram her arm in the wall of anger, and just for the sake, make her pay. When she thought about it, this looked very much like the memo of a dear old friend of hers, who she hadn't seen for about a century. On the other hand, she had been daggered for most of the time, so maybe not that long, not for her at least. But it couldn't be her, she would never come to a town where Nik was, unless she didn't know... But that was impossible too, her former best friend knew everything about everyone. It was just who she was.

Why did Elijah have to choose this crappy old house as his staying? Why couldn't he just have bought a new one that wasn't so far of the grid? But no, her brother was an a loner and would never choose something that had an inch of modernes in it. It was a miracle that he had a cell phone, he said it was because he thought it was too irritating making up a fire to make smoke signals every time he needed to contact someone. It could be a positive thing sometimes that her brother was such an unmodern soul, but this time it couldn't have been worse. She would have to wait for Elijah to come back home, and who knew how long that would take. She realized that she would have to get help from him eventually, so she could just make it easier for her and just call him.

She looked down at her hand and saw the crumbles of plastic which used to be her phone. "Fuck!" she yelled the second time this morning. She was so close to ram her other hand too into the wall but remembered, just before her knuckles hit the plaster, why she was in this mess from the beginning.

Rebekah continued her careful easing of her hand, but after a while, the pain got to overwhelming and she fainted.

Rebekah woke up from her trance of pain, her often so perfect, straight, blond hair was looking like it had just been in a hurricane, and her sexy red top, over a pair of leather leggings, was not so perfect anymore. A knocking on the door was what had woke her up. Who would come here? Who would be so far of the grid?

She looked out through the big window and saw how dark it had become outside.

"Man, how long was I out?" she slurred.

Suddenly the door opened and a confused Matt barged in with his hair tousled and his sweaty sportswear. He had clearly taken a run all the way down here.

"Rebekah? What are you doing…" She saw how his face twisted into a funny expression from humor and confusion at the same time as he saw her hand being stuck in the wall.

"Why are you and the wall shaking hands?"

Rebekah gave him a sour face.

"It's not funny, the wall is full of vervain dipped stakes, and I can't get my hand out because I wouldn't have one left afterwards. Can you help me?"

"Okay, sorry, and of course. But I just have one question for you. Why did you and the wall decide to shake hands in the first place?" He gave her a humored smile and Rebekah flew up.

"It's not funny!" she yelled and attacked him. It wasn't until she saw Matt's triumphing face, she realized that he had done what he said. She was free.

"Now that's what I call a renovation." Matt said and looked at the wall behind her. Rebekah turned around and saw a big hole in the wall where her hand had been. And you could see all the stakes clearly now.

Matt went fascinated towards the wall.

"Who the hell would come up with something like this?"

"I have a few guesses, but all of them are either dead or wouldn't be caught dead here, if it so was the last thing they did."

"Mhmm, like to share or so?"

"No." She said with a sharp voice. Why was she being so mean towards Matt? He'd been nothing but good to her these last couple of weeks. But why was he here, this was the last place you would be if you were out running, the roads were just horrible to this place. Another one of those things her brother called perks of this place and she called cons.

"Matt?"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing here, I mean it's just so of the grid. That's why Elijah chose this place in the first place. He liked the privacy, and that it was so far from new and modern you could come."

"I don't know what I'm doing here. I just… I was just out running and then I saw a new road which I thought would be fun to see where it led, so I started running on it and ended up here."

"Really? So you just thought it would be a good idea to go out for a run in the middle of the night and then an even better idea to choose the most horrible roads you could ever find?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Matt, it sounds like you were compelled. I mean no one is that crazy, especially not you."

"That's impossible! I drink vervain water, tea, coffee. Man, I even put vervain in my beer!"

"I know, but…"

"No buts! Okay? I wasn't compelled!"

"Okay, you win tiger." Rebekah thought this seemed more like one of Alexandra's scams. She would always play these pranks on her, but it really couldn't be her. She was gone. Not that she was dead or anything, at least not so dead that it had become knowledge of any of the originals. Alexandra was just out of her life, gone in the sence that she would never see her best friend again. And it was all her stupid brother's fault, as usual.

There was an awkward moment of silence before Matt started talking again.

"Are you alright? You look a little pale, like overly vamp-pale."

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just got a little weakened of the stupid wall. I just need a little blood and I'll be fine."

Matt looked at her with insecure eyes and then with something that probably was supposed to look like confidence, but more looked like a lamb going for slaughter.

He put his arm in front of her.

"You want some?" He's voice was just like she imagined, full of false confidence.

"Are you sure?"

He hesitated a little but then answered with real confidence in his voice this time.

"Yeah, I'm sure"

Rebekah put his wrist to her mouth and drank.