Chapter 8: Rebekah

Marcel walked up and down her porch in fury, "Why in the hell would you want to look for Rebekah or Klaus alone?" Elena looked at him with her palms extended in a defensive pose. She recalled their hush whispers last night when she went looking for Elijah after her discovery. Once she saw pregnant, almost-about-to-pop, Hayley walking around the courtyard she realized that she needed to keep those people-even her- safe. They all had to be protected when they confronted the witches about their warehouse.

"I can't afford to have Elijah, Hayley or any of those goons in my way!" She explained, "I don't know the strength of my magic- I just know that it comes from Esther who was really freakin' powerful and a little bit crazy." She spoke using her hands, "Marcel, I can't hurt them and if they're around there's a good chance I will." She heard the sound of Jase crying, "I have to get him."

Marcel's eyes questioned her movements, "You have a child?" Elena stopped walking towards the door and faked a smile that meant I wish.

"No, Jase is Kyle and Korey's baby- those are my roommates by the way, I'm just watching him tonight." Elena said, "I never…I never got the chance to have a child. I'm sure you know that people think I'm so deadest on getting Klaus back first because I hate Rebekah for killing me, but I got over it. She didn't take much away from me when she killed me. There was already a good chance I would eventually become a vampire, I would never have children or I would just die some other way."

"I chose to become a vampire." Marcel admitted as Elena walked into her house to get Jase. "I had a choice between Rebekah and Immortality and I chose to be immortal over my heart." Elena appeared quickly at her doorway with the boy in her arms, "I could have lived a lifetime with Rebekah, getting old, getting sick, getting weak as I watched her stay young or I could have lived forever in hopes that one day she would forgive me."

Elena's smile was full of memories…the night she told Damon she loved him after she got her emotions back. "You made the right choice." Elena told him, "Even if you didn't make the right choice it's too late to change it now."

"I just have one question." Marcel said after a quiet, reflecting minute passed by. "How can I trust you to find Rebekah? Or Klaus, even. After all they've done to you and your family."

"I'm a forgiving person." Elena told him, "My ex-boyfriend killed my brother once before we dated and I forgave him. Elijah and I have a history of forgiveness on both sides so I guess he's not the best example… But I forgave Katherine the first and second time she died after all the turmoil she put my life through."

He laughed, "I'm asking you if I can trust you, Elena?"

"Yes." She said, "I give you my word."

"When all hell breaks loose and you kill those witches promise me- look at me." He said seriously as Elena smiled down at Jase, "Promise me you will save Davina. She doesn't deserve to stay dead because of Celeste or even Klaus's family's actions against the witches…"

Elena squinted her eyes, "You're asking me to save a witch that can channel enough power to hurt an original because you're fond of her?"

"You said I could trust you, I'm trusting you to bring Davina back!"

Elena thought for a second and then answered, "I'll bring her back, I promise."

"One more thing…"

"What?"

"Promise me you won't go looking for trouble tonight, if you look for Rebekah or Klaus you tell someone. The full moon's coming soon and if you're going to make an attack you better do it when magic is on your side."

Elena laughed, "I have the power of the original witch who created the whole vampire race- I'm pretty sure magic is always on my side…I promise I won't go looking for trouble tonight, I'm babysitting remember?"

Her footsteps echoed throughout the back-road as she made her way to the warehouse. Elena kept her word to Marcel, she did send him a text that she might be doing some recon. She wasn't an idiot, she knew that storming the place without a well-thought-out plan would result in injury on her behalf. It was 3 AM, Korey got home with a very intoxicated Kyle, releasing Elena of her duty around midnight. After that, Elena tried to call Elijah before she left the house but once more he avoided her, so she sent a text to Marcel and left her house for the night.

Elena didn't immediately go to the warehouse, either. She walked along the French Quarter for almost an hour trying to wrap her head around the history of New Orleans and the part the Original's played in it. It was the strangest thing, but when she touched the old brick walls she could see the stories as if they were really happening before he eyes. She touched the street that Klaus had been taken on with her bare hands- flashing back to the moment he snapped Marcel's neck. The feeling of seeing this moments were almost addicting. Reality would bring her back though as soon as the moments were over.

Soon, she just started walking and walking until she reached where the pavement turned to dirt. She closed her eyes looking for stories like the city had held, but there were only movements of cars and a few people walking back and forth in anger and in love. She saw herself waking up scared and naked, and she saw herself drinking on the road trying to figure out what everything meant. As she walked she started to think about her life and the moods she'd been through. She came to New Orleans feeling confident as if she was really going to help, the next thing she knew she was breaking down because she was scared of herself but then she was sacrificing her wellbeing for that same confidence the next moment. Elena was a mess, anyone could point that out.

She was almost to the warehouse when she saw the figure laying in the middle of the road. Elena whooshed to the figures side, kneeling in complete horror. Her body was beaten, bloody, broken, and dirty. She looked nearly dead.

"Rebekah." Elena touched her bloody blonde hair. Rebekah reeled, grabbing Elena by her throat. "It's me! It's me!" She choked, noticing a letter lying next to her body with calligraphy sprawled across the envelope addressed to "My dearest Elijah"

"Have you come to kill me?" She whispered as she let go, "I'm ready to die, I want to die." Elena recognized the scared animal look in her eyes and the shiver of her bones.

"I'm not here to kill you." Elena said steadily, "I'm going to take you home."