The last chapter.

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It had been 6 months. 6 months of worry and fights and bloodshed and werewolf weddings and funerals and Elijah-kissing and staked Bekah and dutiful daddy Klaus and amazing, breath-taking little Hope.

Everything had finally calmed down into what was, for the New Orleans vampires, a slow paced everyday life. Witches were not bothering anyone but tourists, the wolves kept to the Bayou and the only originals around where the three siblings in the French quarter and their annoying little brother. Bekah was somehow grateful that her original body had been staked during the almost-werewolf-wedding, because she was not sure if she had been able to stop that body from ripping out the groom's heart. She knew that Elijah loved Hayley, and she would've wanted to do it so that they could have a chance to be happy. But at the same time she wanted to do it for herself. Because no other woman had intrigued her the way the werewolf girl did.

She didn't know what it was, really. The deep black ponds that were her eyes, or the occasional amber glow in them. If it was the way her hair would be a mess in the mornings from staying up with little Hope late into the night or the way she carried herself around the vampires. Maybe it was her scent, the one of baby, and woods, and freshly ground coffee. But it sure was something.

It could be the promise of a woman she could never have.

Klaus obviously liked her to a certain degree, he had after all knocked her up during a night of passion, which should make her a bit disgusted. Sharing her with her brother. Yuck.

Elijah ached for her, like she was carrying the blood in her veins that made him feverishly break and want to passionately drink her up like an alcoholic would drink a fine wine. They had obviously too shared passion in the baby making category, which should TOTALLY put her off even more. When she thought about it her stomach turned and she would have puked, if vampires could.

But even if she knew all of those things she couldn't stop her stupid, soft and completely unreasonable heart to flutter, yes flutter, every time that woman walked into the room. She couldn't stop her wandering eyes from following her every move. She couldn't stop her thighs from humming and her lips from longing to feel her kiss again. She could however stop her hands from reaching out, because Hayley was since that kiss careful not to get too close to her. And Bekah was weary from fighting it. Every time she dared to imagine them as something, it was as if someone was lighting stars of hope inside of her darkness, a darkness she had since long allowed to take over. Leaving her chest aching and gaping.

She was the one who had stupidly initiated that kiss. She had all but flat out seduced the werewolf-girl by being all too obvious. She hadn't been completely alone in her quest, she could SMELL the wanting from the young woman in that moment when they were alone and touching, but since then she had not dared to even hope. It had been a drunk moment in time that oozed of nothing but experimenting. She told herself this time and time again. Still she wanted to growl every time Elijah came close and kissed the top of her head or hiss every time Klaus was talking to her quietly and touched her arm.

Gosh, it was unhealthy. She needed to leave again. But then she saw Hope and she knew she could never. Not in a million years, and she would probably have to live up to that since Klaus was a living example of that Hybrids lived just as long as vampires.

But it had been different lately. Hayley seemed more at peace with the entire family. She trusted the men; she also knew how to bark orders at them. And they respected her wishes, which really was a first. They hardly even respected Rebekah's wishes, let alone anyone else's. She had come far, this wolf queen.

And tonight during a dinner to celebrate peace and the return of Bekah's original body, a dinner that everyone had basically been invited too, Rebekah had multiple times caught Hayley looking at her from the corner of her eye. When she had turned to look Hayley had been talking to someone, gotten up to check on Hope or become very interested in her glass of wine. Bekah had sipped her own blood- and wine-drink and simply shrugged it off, but the longer the night went on the more Hayley's eyes seemed to prickle her skin. And every single time it was as if someone had pushed her off a cliff.

Maybe she could rip out her own heart and end her suffering? No, that was far too melodramatic, even for Rebekah. She had recently gotten her old body back, she would do nothing of the sorts. She liked her fair skin and blonde, perfect curls, thank you very much. She had looked nice in her new body as well, but this one was home.

She went to check on Hope, before waving off one of the guests and then placing herself on the sofa. The same sofa that she and Hayley had been kissing each other on not too long ago. She pushed the thought away, trying to put a stop to her ridiculous contemplation.

"Wow, you look scary. Who is that face for?" Rebekah knew who was talking long before she looked up because of the way her heart, once again, fluttered like a bird in a cage. She would have wringed it's neck if she could have.

"Oh, myself," she murmured, letting her tongue move across her sharpened fangs and looked into Hayley's dark eyes. Tonight, because of all the candlelight, they were a flickering amber color. Rebekah looked down, sighed and moved over to make room for Hayley to sit down next to her. She was ready to move far away so that they would not touch, but Hayley sat down a little too close for comfort and folded her legs under her. She put her arm against Bekah's and smiled while taking another sip of wine. Tonight she smelled like her usual woods after rain and Hope, but also of chocolate and wine. It made Bekah's mouth water. She could see a tremble in Hayley's lips, turned dark and purple at the corners from the wine, and looked away. The werewolf was nervous too. She really didn't want to flatter herself into thinking it was because of her.

Both Klaus and Elijah seemed to be on good terms, but Rebekah knew them well enough to notice the tension between them. Klaus was being quite the charming gentleman every time Hayley was around, which defiantly got on Elijah's nerves. Rebekah secretly suspected that Klaus was enjoying that part especially much. Hayley seemed to appreciate it though, and trusted him more and more with their baby.

Elijah was of course always the perfect gentleman, not taking time with Hayley to actually talk about what had happened between them. Rebekah knew it was a lot, she had figured as much, but he didn't claim her in anyway, which probably annoyed Hayley as much as it confused her. It had gone so far that when Rebekah would see them together, it would be Elijah who was confused, because Hayley would take no bigger notice of him. She was sweet, making Bekah turn her head away to pretend to give them some privacy (but really to stop herself from showing them her face full of disgust). But then nothing.

Now, sitting next to Hayley, she could see both Elijah and Klaus glancing at them from opposite sides of the room.

"I can't stand them for another minute," she heard Hayley murmur. She had placed her glass in front of her mouth and was whispering really quietly, so that only she would hear. In the voices of about 50 other people her whisper drowned, and so they could speak privately.

Rebekah didn't turn towards her but finished her wine and put it on the table in front of her while murmuring back.

"So you're not avoiding me anymore?" She could hear the little intake of breath Hayley took before answering.

"I figured we had to talk sooner or later. It's just been weird with you switching bodies and…"

"And what?" when the werewolf didn't immediately answer, Rebekah turned her head to look at her. She had her lips resting against the cool glass, making it ooze up with every exhale. Her eyes were closed halfway so that her dark eyelashes seemed to spill onto her flushed cheeks like aquarelle. Flushed from the wine, or maybe something else entirely. Then she looked sideways at Bekah.

"I forgot how beautiful you are." Her face grew redder. "Not that you weren't in your other body, I just…" she closed her eyes and sighed. "It's been confusing, that's all."

Bekah truly wanted to reach out and touch her arm. Entangle her fingers in her hair. She made her hands into fists and laughed her arrogant, quiet laugh.

"And you don't think I've been confused?" She lifted an eyebrow at the werewolf. "I've had a bad hair day for months." Hayley looked over at Bekah and then snorted a short laugh. The vampire smiled slightly, leaning in a little. "It's been an experience. But now I'm back to being your somewhat reluctant almost-sister-in-law." Hayley's face turned into a grimace. "Whomever you choose, it's still true." She added teasingly, just about stopping herself from being disgusted.

"Eww, don't say that. I've kissed you, you know." Her voice had grown into a careless, loud whisper but Bekah didn't care. The warmth between them was back and Hayley seemed more relaxed. She was turned towards her now, smiling.

"Maybe this whole switching bodies shenanigans has confused me, but… I thought I kissed you."

"It's not like I pulled away." This comment took Rebekah by surprised and pretty much winded her. She didn't want to lose the atmosphere again, so instead of taking a step back and remembering how dangerous this might be for her soft heart, she played along.

"Well, with the time limit there wasn't much tongue going on, so no need to worry." She shrugged, grinning, feeling slightly excited the way the conversation was going. "It doesn't really count." Hayley looked into her eyes with a smug grin back when she answered softly:

"Well, if there had been more time there probably would have been." They were closer now, without having noticed it. Bekah looked down to see their hands inches from each other on the space in the sofa between them. She swallowed as she moved her hand so that their finger intertwined. She could feel a shiver begin at the base of her spine and move upwards through her body. Hayley's fingers moved between hers, setting her cool skin on fire. She looked back up and met the woman's eyes, flickering with specks of gold. She parted her lips and closed her eyes quickly.

"I've had way too much wine. This is where you should stop me." So this time it was Hayley who was drunk. Rebekah on the other hand felt sober.

"Oh, this is a strong presence." It was an old witch whom had spoken, looking intently at them. She was standing close and kept her voice soft, which Rebekah appreciated immensely. She felt Hayley pull her hand away, watching her cross her arms across her stomach from the corner of her eye. That made her lose her temper.

"Excuse me?" the vampire said coldly.

"Pardon me. But I felt it all the way across the room." The hag smiled a little, her big golden earrings glimmering in the light. Her dark eyes seemed to have a tint of red in them as her eyes was transfixed at Rebekah whom heaved a sigh.

"The whispers are everywhere tonight. They tell me you have been alone for a long time, but you should not give up hope. You being alive for this long have a meaning. It was to meet the one destined for you." Hayley arose quickly, so quickly that her knees almost buckled. Bekah heard a murmur of "I need some air, I'm so drunk" before she stumbled off. Bekah was about to follow just when the old lady touched her arm. A jolt went through her and she saw Hayley's eyes on the first night they'd met, when she'd assumed she was the help. They had been scared, just like now.

"It's an almost impossible thing to be given, a soul mate." The old woman's voice was in her ear. "You can't foresee who will change you. You can go a thousand years and stay the same. Until the time and the person is right, then the life you were meant to lead can finally begin." Bekah got herself loose from her claw-like hand only to turn and look at the old hag. She took in the graying hair, the purple-painted nails and then the deep wrinkles around her eyes like paths in an old forest.

"Who are you?" she asked. "Did any of my brothers put you up to this?" The old woman furrowed her bushy brows and shook her head.

"I just know. But keep in mind that it's going to take everything from you to find it. But… if it was easy, it just wouldn't be right. Soul mates never is." Bekah looked at the old woman who was now quiet. Her babbling about soul mates scared her. She had settled for being alone. She figured that was the price she would pay for being an original of such an abomination. She would never find true love. She was doomed to fall and be betrayed by her lovers over and over again, never being able to stop her heart from falling. But at least now, when it happened, she was not surprised anymore. It hurt like hell, but she had expected it since the very beginning, so when it came it was almost a relief. Until the next one came along.

But soul mates were a different story. They were a rare and beautiful myth, the kind that happened once in a lifetime. Sometimes in the span of a thousand lifetimes. So was it really such a stretch that she had simply stayed alive so that she could finally find hers? Yes. It was.

"Oh please," she snorted. "I stopped believing in such nonsense the moment I became a vampire." She walked briskly out into the hall, hearing the sounds of the old lady's shawls as she followed her.

"There is repentance even for monsters," she heard darkly from behind her. These words made Bekah stop in her tracks, holding a breath and almost feeling chilled by the air coming in from the open front door. Then the old lady continued.

"Your soul mate is the one with moon in the veins, heart in the hand and the blood of your enemy on the lips." Bekah closed her eyes, confused by the sudden riddle.

"I'm gonna leave now," she said, not sure why she was asking for permission. This didn't mean anything to her.

"You may go," the witch said and Rebekah released her breath. "Destiny is calling."

When she came out into the night she stopped and took a deep, unnecessary breath in the fresh, night air. Then she listened and located the sound of Hayley's rapid breathing and murmuring voice. When she walked on and turned a corner she found her in the garden on the other side of the house, not often visited, standing with her back against the house, arms wrapped around her shivering body. When she heard the vampire's steps she stopped talking to herself and exhaled slowly.

"So what was all that about?" she said, lacking the humor she had most likely intended to have in her voice.

"Not sure." Rebekah said truthfully. "Some witch who had too much wine." Hayley snorted as if she didn't believe that. The werewolf had encountered her fair share of witches and their magic and prophecy's. She knew more than anyone what truths lay within their words.

"Speaking of too much wine," Rebekah continued and moved to stand a little way behind the werewolf girl, who looked back at her and rolled her eyes.

"I feel fine, just a little hot, that's all."

"So it had nothing to do with our conversation then?" Rebekah tried to tease. When Hayey didn't answer she looked at her only to see she was biting her bottom lip, hard. "Was it?"

Hayley threw her hands up in the air in frustration.

"No, it couldn't be. But how would I know? It seems every time you are close to me I can't control myself." She turned, looking accusingly at the vampire and pointing. "You make me nervous, okay!?"

Rebekah had no idea what to say to that. She looked away and out across gardens. There were fountains in the moonlight, and a garden filled with roses that made the night thick with their rich perfume. She listened to the water trickling and closed her eyes for a moment. She could feel the warmth of Hayley by her side.

"The witch told me that I had lived this long simply because I had not yet met my soul mate." She didn't know why she was telling her this. It just felt right. And there was those damn stars in her chest, twinkling away and burning her insides.

"That's rich." Was Hayley's only reply.

"Yes. It's just that I haven't been loved truly since… I can't even remember. A soul mate sounds nice."

"I would like to evaluate this soul mate first," commented Hayley bitterly. Bekah laughed.

"I would like to find that person first," Bekah shot back. Hayley smiled. She could hear it. That was also when she heard the touch of gravel and felt the sharp tinge of bloodlust behind her.

She turned, slashing the person sneaking up behind Hayley in one swift movement. A growling was heard as two more vampires rushed there. Hayley kicked one of them hard in the chest before pouncing, her eyes glowing gold, and biting into his neck. They fell to the ground in a tangle, the sound of the vampire drowning in his own blood echoing into the night, overpowering the sound of crickets.

Bekah hissed and broke the neck of the third one, so that there would be someone to interrogate. She was just about to look to Hayley when she heard a shriek and the unmistakable sound of flesh being ripped apart inches from her back. She turned around just in time to see the last of the three vampires, a black haired woman, fall down to the ground. Behind her stood Hayley, eyes glowing golden, with a heart in her hand. She was staring at it, warm and round in her palm, before throwing it into the rose bushes. She looked up, lips darkened with blood and licked the corner of her mouth.

The smell of fresh blood stung in Rebekah's nose, but she relished it. It was something she knew well.

"I wonder what that was about," the werewolf said quietly, more to herself.

"I'm thinking we'll find out very soon," Bekah said. Then she looked at Hayley and seeing a gash on the werewolves neck. She took two quick steps over and touched it, making Hayley's eyes close in pain. "You're hurt."

"Don't worry," she retorted. "It's healing." And sure enough the wound was already starting to close up. But Bekah kept her fingers on the werewolves throat, feeling her swallow underneath them.

Shit. This was exactly why she had tried to keep the distance between them. Now she was much too close and she couldn't handle it. Hayley's scent was so overpowering her stomach wrenched in on itself. She wanted Hayley on the inside of her skin, and it had nothing to do with drinking her blood. Hayley didn't open her eyes again, she just sighed, nostril flaring as if she too was fighting Bekah's scent, and said:

"Well, I feel oddly refreshed now."

"I guess that's what happens when you kill someone." Those were bitter words on Bekah's tongue. Killing had gotten easier for her over the years, until it nearly didn't bother her. Yet another proof of how much of a monster she had chosen to become. But she almost forgot that she was one, being this close to Hayley.

"Maybe…" Bekah let her whole hand land on Hayley's neck, before moving down to rest it on her shoulder.

"You did good." Bekah murmured. "Thank you."

"No, thank you. I didn't hear them."

"Nah, but you ripped her heart out for me. Pretty romantic."

"You did it for me once. Back then we hardly knew each other…" She sighed and chuckled before saying. "I'll rip them all out for you." That was cheesy, a total joke, but there was some truth in it which made Bekah shiver in pleasure, and an image of Hayley with blood soaked arms, a heart in each hand pop up in her mind. That's when it hit her, and she just stopped caring about brothers and old wars and anything but the stars in her chest.

"The witch said that my soul mate would have the moon in the veins…" she murmured. Hayley opened her eyes, still golden as if two full moons were shining in them. She hesitated. "And a heart in the hand…" Hayley suddenly shivered, looked down onto Bekah's lips and smiled. She moved a breath closer.

"…and blood on her lips…" Hayley's smile widened.

"Really?"

"Yes." Bekah surrendered. The werewolf seemed to hesitate, before throwing all inhibitions away.

"Aww, fuck it." Then she stood up on her tiptoes, moving her hands onto Bekah's neck, capturing her mouth in a kiss that made Bekah give up a very embarrassing, damsel in distress type of noise. She felt her face blush deeply, if that was even possible for someone dead, before snaking her arms around the girl's waist. She pulled her closer, so close she could feel her hipbones pressing against her thighs. She felt Hayley's tongue entering her mouth, tasting blood on her lips and shivering as she felt the werewolves fingers entangle in her hair.

If the stars inside of her had been real, they would have turned into a supernova and would be visible for the whole of New Orleans to see. As she felt Hayley's breath on her skin, sweet and soft, she registered her rapid heartbeats and couldn't help but bite her upper lip teasingly. Hayley seemed to melt in her arms at that, hanging from her neck, desperately kissing her.

"Ha-Hayley?"

"Sister!?"

They broke apart, lips swollen already, to the unmistakable voices of their two brothers, standing with the whole party, staring wide eyed at the scene in the garden. Three bleeding vampire bodies were scattered all around them, and in the middle a bloody vampire and a bloody werewolf were making out. It was such a funny scene that Rebekah had to snicker to herself, bringing up the back of her hand to cover it. Hayley turned to glare at her, but she only did the one thing that felt natural. She wrapped her arm around the werewolf's waist, tugging her close, resting thigh against thigh. She could feel Hayley's eyes on her and her warmth and see her smile in the corner of her eyes. With her by her side like this, she could face her shocked brother Elijah and her for once, speechless brother Klaus.

And what do you say to your two brothers who have been fighting over the same girl, that she is in fact yours? Bekah had no idea. But she had to start somewhere.

"Yeah," she said, a little shakily, but giving them a don't-you-even-dare-to-question-me-look. "Sooo, dear brothers, I have something I've been meaning to tell you…" She felt Hayley's hand on her on her back, giving her courage. "I like girls."

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A/N: I'm sorry, too cheesy? Was that ending horrible? In fact I can see Bekah saying something like that in a cheeky tone. This was supposed to be a one shot, that ended up being 5 long chapters. Wow.

But this was most defiantly the end. I am in fact writing my own story, partially based on Haybekah's relationship and partly based on… well beauty and the beast and little red riding hood. Sounds odd, but it's going well, so I need to put some time into writing it.

I might post other one shots about them, but this story needed a proper ending. And some more lovin. I hope it was fine. I tried to make the whole soul mates business legit. Please let me know what you think! And please, get to writing! I want to read some awesome Haybekah fanfics as well! :D