Author's Note: I swear to all, thank you for all the positive comments. I know the story is moving a lil slow, but after this chapter and the next there will be more movement. I will be introducing a villain and such. Hopefully this story will end around 20 chapters, but who knows...

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Klaus should have recognized something was wrong with his baby sister when she stormed through the door. He should have just left her alone as well, but for some reason Klaus just needed to say something.

"Ah dear sister, nice enough of you to come home and join me in our litte search for..."

Rebekah through a chair at him.

"Save it Klaus I am in no mood for your shit!"

After that she went up to her room muttering curses at the only family member that did not abandon her. As soon as Rebekah was in her room, she slammed the door, and kicked off her heels. One hit the floor with an hard thud, the other drove a hole into a wall. She did not care. She fell on her bed int he most cliche of ways. She was experiencing emotions that she thought she drove away a long time ago. Since coming to Mystic Falls life has just gotten worse for her. She has been undead for centuries, but nothing has amounted to the crap she had to deal with since she settled in the small shit town. Finding out her brother's betrayal. Being stabbed by the Petrova doppelganger, after almost trusting her. Being denied by some human, not once but twice. Sleeping with Damon (she shudders at that thought). Finding out her mother wants her dead. And now putting her trust in a witch, who can not even do the same.

"I hate my life" she groaned while looking at the ceiling of her room.

"Well it might be over if we don't get rid of the white oak problem as well as Mother Dearest"

Rebekah looked up to see Klaus standing at her door, arms crossed looking unamused, and not sympathetic to her situation. She turned her attention from him to her nails. She was prepared for some sibling banter even if she was not in the mood for it.

"Honestly Klaus, as long as no one knows about the stupid tree, it isn't a problem. As for Esther. She is cut off from the Bennett line. Her magic is no where near as strong to even acomplish such a feat. Plus I gave her grimoires to Bonnie."

"You did what!" Klaus' whole demeanor transformed to one of rage. Rebekah just rolled her eyes.

"I gave them to the witch. You know, the one that tried to kill you twice. Almost succeeded too."

"I know who she is, sister. I want to know why you would do that?"

"She is no longer a feesable threat brother. Just let her go on with her life."

Rebekah noticed her brother's anger subsiding. He walked into her room, cautious because he could read his sister just as well as she could him. She was not in the mood to speak to him, and she was giving off on the edge rabid bear. Ready to strike at any moment. Klaus thought it was ridiculous to be scared of his baby sister, but he also knew she was capable of anything when pushed.

"What is it that you want brother, I really need to start some paper due next week."

"Well I came to inform you that we are in need of those records. You know the ones that the Salvatore's might be in possession of. Did you not have intimacy with Damon for those?"

Rebekah gagged a little. She remembered having sex with Damon like one would remember a train wreck. She also remembered being so drunk that she popped off a little too early for her taste. The sex was not remarkable. She had never met a man so full of himself. It was if he was just there for him and others were lucky to have him. She honestly did not know how any woman could have slept with Damon and gotten anything out of it. But then again, Rebekah was much older, and much wiser in her taste of sex. She knew the ins and outs so well she could write a book on it. And the only man to ever satisfy her correctly was Stefan. Even as the Ripper, he was so eager to please.

Rebekah gave a small smile remembering her encounter with Stefan. Klaus took that as a look for Damon.

"Sister your little flights of fancy for Damon is cute and all, but I need you to get the records. For some odd reason they seem trust you, or can't do anything with you. So I need you to get in there and get those records like a good little sister."

Rebekah rolled her eyes at the Damon comment but knew she would have to do it.

"Can it not wait until later? When I am not experiencing emotional turmoil?"

Klaus sat on the edge of the bed, still wary of his sister's motives. Once he felt that she would not attack him, he softened up a bit.

"I know that we may not have the best relationship now, but I..."

"Klaus please stop trying to be brother of the year. It isn't working. Just do what you do best; continue to use people you love for whatever you want."

Rebekah looked at her brother. He looked upset. His jaw was clenched in that way when he got angry. Like a child who was not getting his way. Typical Klaus, too used to getting his way and only pouts when it does not happen. Well he used to kill and throw psychotic rampages. But since Mystic Falls nuetered him, he was nothing but a bitch. And to think, she once followed him, and people feared him.

"Well sister, I am sorry for interrupting your pathetic sulking. I won't make that mistake again."

Klaus then got up and walked out of the room, not before Rebekah yelled.

"Well at least I am not pining after a baby vampire who has rejected more times than necessary!"

That was the end of their argument. It was how they always ended. Klaus would demean her new found desire for normalacy and Rebekah would call him out on his insessent need to be with the baby vamp.

Once she thought he was gone, she let out a small sigh. It was hard living with him. She no longer trusted him like she used to. Once upon a time she followed him in blind faith because he was her only family. Elijah was alive, but he was the same way. They trusted Klaus to some extent, Rebekah more than her older brother. She was always that way; almost unfaltering trust. Klaus, Esther, to some extent Elena, Bonnie. She put faith in them, and it was thrown back in her face. Maybe she should just become the heartless bitch everyone thought she was. That would be perfect. Go on a killing spree and just end it for a lot of the people she did not care for. But she would have to keep it discreet. She was still pursuing Matt, who was warming up to her at such an alarming rate. Nevertheless, she could not risk the one good thing happening for her.

She sat up when she heard her phone ring. The ring was Before You Walk Out My Life by Monica. Rebekah had discovered such an interest in r&b music. It was thanks to Bonnie, who would play it on her iPod. She noticed that she would never play it in the open. Bonnie had explained to her the reason.

"I would hang out with Caroline Elena, and Matt. We would listen to the radio and all that while just sitting outside. I would sometimes turn it to one of my favorite stations and it would be mainly old school r&b. My friends would just react negatively to it, albeit jokingly. But I kind of new it wasn't their flavor so I just kept it to myself. I only play it by myself."

Rebekah could sense the slight sadness in Bonnie's voice. Was it hard to be the girl that did not fit in? Bonnie was pretty. But of course Rebekah was aware of how society saw Caroline and Elena. Both were beautiful and friendly. Well Caroline was; Elena was not as friendly, but Rebekah heard about what Elena was in the past. But Bonnie was not a very social creature. She was petite, and not modlesqe, and her face was slighlty off kilter. But she was still pretty. And she shined only when around friends. Even then it would go unnoticed. So Rebekah decided to do that for her.

"Well it sounds interesting. Can I give it a go?"

"Give it a go? How old timey are you?"

"Just shut up and let me listen."

Rebekah smiled at that memory. Since then she had becomed hooked on the genre. It was smoother and was a total contrast to what she would listen to. She found herself in love with a singer named Maxwell, who was Bonnie's favorite as well. Rebekah remembered getting her first gif from Bonnie. It was all of Maxwell's albums, even his compilation disc. Rebekah was excited but did not show it in front of Bonnie. When she was sure she was alone, she played every single one of them.

She had gotten a text from Bonnie. She wanted to see her. Rebekah responded but kept it short.

Some other time.

She decided to listen to one. She only had enough time to listen to one. So she chose carefully. Would she start at the beginning? Or would she start in the middle? She needed to get over this. This Rebekah sucked. But right now, she was entitled to lay in pity that her one and only friend could give her great gifsts, but not trust her at the same time.

A/N: So yeah. I feel like I am basically taking turning these characters into softer versions of themselves...eh...Don't worry the action is coming. As well as a villain. I am just going to create one, cause Klaus is too far gone, and having anyone else do it would just be no fun. I kind of hoped last night episode could have given me a little ammo, but I guess I will make do with what I have. Once again, thank you!

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