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Chapter 5
Dearest Sister,
I am not sure how you manage to
Sleep so late. I woke up at a reasonable
hour and went out to hunt.
-N
Rebekah threw the note down. All that he needed to write was "out for a bite". Rebekah would understand that it was for her because it was left on the stand next to her bed; who it was from since Nik was the only one other one who had access to the apartment; and the message really could just be much shorter in Rebekah's opinion.
Rebekah heard Nik coming up the stairs, and she knew that she would never hear the end of it if he found her still in bed. She rushed to put her clothes on and she was at the stove with a pot of tea when he walked through the door.
"Good morning, Nik," Rebekah said.
"Hmm," he took the tea pot and poured himself a cup before he walked over to the couch. He took out the paper and looked at the list of the deceased.
He looked for patterns of people that have been killed from "animal attacks." But in all reality more people died of gang violence in the city.
"Rebekah, look at this, 'two mauled in alley',"
"Nik, I really don't care. It wasn't me, and there can be more than one vampire in Chicago at a time." Had he not sniffed out Stefan Salvatore? Rebekah wondered. Nik could usually sense these things.
"What if whoever is killing these humans, is working for Mikael? We need to know who we are up against." Nik said as he stood up.
"Does it say where the alley was?" Rebekah asked as she poured herself a cup of tea.
Nik scanned the small article, "no."
"I think we are fine, but maybe you should find a witch that will help you," Rebekah suggested.
"Maybe later." He headed off towards his room leaving Rebekah alone in the kitchen.
It was two hours later when Klaus came out of his room. Rebekah was busy cleaning the apartment. Nik didn't want to hire a cleaning maid because he wanted fewer ties to himself in order to stay away from Mikael. Klaus became very paranoid over the past few years. He never seemed to let up. Rebekah bet Klaus was in his room planning on where they would go next. She hoped it was back to London. London was her favorite city. There was such rich culture and the people know how to treat the upper class. She was a Lady of the court once.
"Rebekah, can you stop that nonsense?" Nik asked.
"Stop what?"
"That insensitive humming."
Rebekah thought and realized that she was humming the tune of the music from Gloria's last night. Rebekah had such a good time even though she didn't dance with Stefan. Rebekah liked that she felt Stefan's eyes watching her as she danced with other men. It was definitely a better time than cleaning the apartment. Nik left such a mess when he paints. There are stains and old rags everywhere. If we had a fireplace, I would just burn everything, Rebekah thought as she put a few of the rags in a basket.
"Did you have fun last night?" Nik asked.
"I don't know what you mean."
"Last night. After we left the show, I came home and you snuck out to Gloria's."
"Nothing happened, I swear. How did you know where I was?"
"Oh I didn't. I just knew you were out and assumed that is where you would go. You just confirmed it."
"Nik that's not fair."
"It's not fair that you didn't tell me. I need to protect you. You are my baby sister and you need to listen to me. No more sneaking out to see that Salvatore."
"Nik I did not go for him. I went to have fun."
Nik looked at her face. She felt him read every move, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, Nik, he has funny hair. Why would I want to see him?"
He walked over to the window where he keeps his paints. Rebekah made sure not to clean over there because she knew how Nik got if she touched any of his work.
Rebekah grabbed a clean towel and began washing the counter. She already swept the floors. Rebekah was glad that the floors are real and are no longer dirt. Rebekah never saw the point as a human to sweep the floor if it was made from dirt. Rebekah didn't believe her mother did either but they always took turns doing the chore. She did it to stay away from Mikael. He was her father and she loved him, but sometimes he would get in a foul mood and no one wanted to be around him then.
Rebekah loved it when the chores were done, and on the rare occasion her brothers would allow Rebekah to play with them. Of course, most of the times, she sat next to her brother Henrik and watched the older ones spar. Their Father would come and get mad. Most of the time her mother would step in or Nik was the only one that would be blamed. On rare occasions she would be punished for not completing my chores, even though she had; Nik would step in. He would make Mikael angrier with him, so Nik would be the only one to get punished.
"Beckah, are you even listening?" Nik said.
"Sorry, I missed that last part."
"I said that I think I found a witch and I am going to go talk to her," Nik said.
"How? I am coming with you," Rebekah said as she put down the towel.
"You don't need to come. I believe Gloria is a witch. How else would she have her own bar?"
"Nik, I'm coming. If she is going to help us with Mikael, I want to be there. You can't leave me out of the plans. That is how mistakes happen."
"Fine, but let's go now before she has to get on stage."
Klaus and Rebekah walked to the front door of the building instead of the side entrance that was the usual entrance. The door opened to a small dimly lit room. There were two doors behind a desk and a large man was at the desk smoking.
"Get out," he said.
"I would like to speak to Gloria," Klaus said calmly. Rebekah wondered how long he would stay calm before he would attack.
"She ain't here. Who are you?"
"That's none of your concern," Nik said.
"He isn't a part of the police," Rebekah said hoping that would ease the man and he would answer the questions.
"Look, Gloria doesn't want to see anyone."
"We will wait then," Klaus leaned against the wall.
Rebekah began to feel Gloria's spirit. Gloria was behind one of the doors doing some witchy spell. Maybe we could do something to draw her out, Rebekah thought. She did dance a lot with Stefan, maybe he could make her come out.
"Do you know anything about a Stefan Salvatore?" Rebekah asked.
"Now isn't the time to find out about some silly crush," Klaus said.
She waved him off. "Do you know Mr. Salvatore?"
"No, I know no one of that name."
"Have you ever been to Gloria's speakeasy?" Klaus asked.
"Gloria does not own a speakeasy. She is a girl," the fat man said.
"Which door leads to Gloria?" Rebekah asked nodding towards the doors behind him.
"Gloria isn't here. I own this building."
Klaus flashed over to him, "We can do this the hard way or the easy way," he grabbed the man's neck and pressed him against the wall.
"Gracious! Let him go!" a woman's voice said. Rebekah looked and saw that Gloria came out of her room.
Klaus dropped the man to the floor.
"Your kind isn't welcome, but to get you off of Mr. Soriano's back I will invite you into my office." She motioned with her hand for them to follow.