"Elena?!" Jeremy ran down the stairs. "Hey!" He yelled.
"Jeremy, go!" Elena stopped him from coming towards her and Rebekkah. "Get out of here now!"
Jeremy turned and ran for the back door, but Rebekkah was faster; she slammed Elena against the wall and darted after him, catching him by his shirt and snapping his neck.
With a smirk on her face, she rushed back to Elena, who was still on the ground. She lifted her up by her shirt and slammed her against the wall again, wrapping her fingers around her throat.
"This is all your fault!" She yelled at Elena. "You! You! You! That's all I ever hear and I'm tired of it!"
"Let go of me, Rebekkah!" Elena struggled.
"No!" She shrieked.
Elena finally did something no one would believe unless they were there themselves; She grabbed Rebekkah's hand and wrenched it away from her throat, turning her around and ramming her into the wall as hard as she could. She turned on her heel and made a break for the kitchen, but not before Rebekkah grabbed her wrist, the same one she used to slap Damon the day before, and pulled on it.
Hearing a pop, Elena screamed out in pain and yanked her arm back, falling to the ground.
"Shit!" Elena gasped, kicking at Rebekkah's feet and knocking her down. "All this training is DEFINITELY not gonna be for nothing." She thought to herself.
Rebekkah shrieked as she clawed at Elena, ripping her clothes; she finally broke. She lost herself in all the anger and frustration she felt. Klaus had basically called her a slut, Damon only used her to satisfy himself, and Elena was the goody two-shoes that always got off with a simple warning whenever she did something wrong.
Elena looked at Rebekkah as she tried hard to hold her back. She noticed that tears brimmed her eyes and she looked as if she'd gone crazy.
Rebekkah slapped Elena hard across the face, sending her flying into the living room.
She stumbled, but got up and ran around the front of the couch, keeping a distance.
Rebekkah was about to lunge for her again when a gust of wind had her pinned against a near by wall.
Klaus and Damon stood in the doorway as Stefan held Rebekkah in place with his fangs bared and his eyes black.
Elena sighed with relief, until she remembered Jeremy and ran to the kitchen, falling by his body.
"Jeremy!" She shook him gently. "Jeremy!"
"He's fine, Elena." She heard Damon and as if on cue, Jeremy came to, gasping for breath.
"Jer!" She threw her arms around him. "You're okay."
"Yeah." He groaned. "Fine." He looked around. "Is everything okay?"
Elena frowned and pulled back. "Everything's fine. Let's just get you upstairs so you can rest."
After everyone cleared out of Elena's home; Klaus, dragging Rebekkah out, Stefan leaving after checking to make sure she was okay, which she wasn't. And Damon? She had to push Damon out the door, not wanting to be near him at the moment.
She sat against her bedroom door that night and cried into her hands; Jeremy had been hurt and Elena couldn't do anything to stop it, Rebekkah would stop at nothing to kill her, and she felt like it was her fault; like it could have all been avoided if she just hadn't been so dismissive towards Damon and his feelings for her. To top it all off, she finally realized that all the pent up rage she felt towards Rebekkah and Damon's night together, meant that she was in love with him.
She clutched at her chest, feeling the pain and crying even harder. She finally composed herself enough to crawl over to her bed and wrap herself in her blankets, crying herself to sleep.
Klaus threw Rebekkah in her room and blocked her every time she tried to leave.
"What are you doing?!" She growled at him.
"The question is, sister, what are YOU doing?! Going after Elena like that, have you lost your mind?!"
"Why does everyone defend her?! A pathetic, little nobody!"
"Not to Damon she's not!" Klaus saw Rebekkah jump back, realizing she had some type of feelings for Damon. He sighed. "Rebekkah, Damon is no good for you, he's no good for anyone. Look at what's happened because of him; you and Elena fighting."
"Elena and I fought well before Damon." She scoffed.
"What made this time so different?"
She looked at him with surprise. "I…I…"
"Exactly. I need Elena ALIVE and that won't happen if you keep insisting on being burden on me and my plans for our family." He walked out of her room and slammed the door behind him.
Rebekkah picked up a pillow and screamed into it before tossing it across the room; she understood that Klaus needed Elena's blood for his hybrids, but what she didn't understand was why he couldn't just drain her so they could take off and leave Mystic Falls behind.
"Are you going to check on her?" Stefan asked Damon the next day.
"Of course I am." Damon grabbed his jacket.
"I don't think it's a good idea." Stefan shook his head, following him.
"You don't think anything I do is a good idea." Damon opened the door.
"Damon." Stefan called, making his brother stop and look back at him. "Try not to screw up any more than you already have."
Damon smirked and walked over to his car, speeding away after getting in.
Stefan sighed and walked back into the house, making his way up to his room, sitting on his bed, and staring at a picture of him and Elena together. He took the picture out of the frame and ripped it up, believing that his time with Elena was over.
Damon was toxic, but Elena had just what it took to handle him, Stefan knew that. Their attraction for each other was undeniable and he knew better than to stand in the way. Even so, it didn't stop him from shedding a few tears as he realized Elena no longer loved him, but his brother.
He tried time and time again to brush it off, but it was getting to the point where it was unbearable; he figured, in order to love her truly…he had to let her go. He wanted to leave, but leaving only meant hurting her even more. Just because she wasn't in love with him anymore, didn't mean she doesn't still care for him.
Meh. Not too much in this chapter. I'm actually not very happy with it, but it's all I could really come up with =/
So what's up with Rebekkah? Crazy, right? xP