Disclaimer: I do not own any Originals/Vampire Diaries characters. However, the plot is mine.
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Eternal
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Chapter 2: My Lady
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"Rebekah?"
"Hello… Varick."
Despite the coolness of her voice, Rebekah was in complete shock. 'How... When... What...?' So many thoughts ran through her mind. 'This is not possible…'
"Actually, I go by Arik now. It's a bit more… modern." He told her with a grin.
His voice broke her out of her reverie. "You shouldn't be here." She told him. "You… you can't be…"
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Flashback
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"Lijah!... Nik!... Wait for me!" Call the young girl, no more than eleven, as she chased after her two elder brothers. She ran a bit more, before she realized that she had lost track of them. Soon after that realization, she noticed that she was now lost… in the woods… and alone… "Stupid boys." She huffed angrily to mask the fear she felt crawling up her spine. The sun was no longer high in the sky. She knew that if she did not find her way soon, then she would be stuck in the woods when the sun set.
Rebekah tried desperately to go back the way she came. But she was so focused on her two idiot brothers that she had not really been paying attention. She let out a deep sigh. "It's no use. I'm lost." She muttered in defeat. "Father will surely be displeased with me." She said before growing quiet. She thought she heard something. 'What was that?' She thought to herself.
CRACK!
'There it goes again.' But the sound was closer this time. Rebekah's eyes went to a bush that began to shake. "Who… who's there?!" She asked nervously.
The bush shook twice more, before it suddenly stopped. Curious, she neared the bush. Rebekah's true weakness was always her curiosity. It seemed to always get her into trouble; and this time was no different, as she soon learned. She screamed as a medium sized furry creature jumped out of the bush and towards her. She through her hands up in front of her face as a shield. Stumbling backwards, she fell with the creature on top of her. She kept screaming until she heard the distinct sound of laughter.
Startled by this, Rebekah also realized the creature was not biting her, but licking her? She opened her eyes to see a dog perched on top of her wagging its tail. It let out a few barks, before she should it off of her person. She then looked to the boy standing in front of her, still full of laughter. "I take it, this beast belongs to you?" She asked, angrily. "Don't laugh at me!" She screamed.
That such the youth up, as he took a real good look at her. "Please forgive me, my lady. I did not mean to insult you." He gave her a bow, his brown hair falling over his shoulders in the process.
"Are you mocking me?" She asked, not liking this boy one bit.
He grinned at her. "I wouldn't dream of it." He told her, then stepped closer holding out a hand to her. "Please, allow me, my lady."
She only eyed him wearily, before extending her hand to him. He pulled her with little to no effort. Being closer to him, she could tell that he was much older than her. "How old are you?" She asked without thought. Her face turned a bright red as she realized the impertinence of her question.
The boy only chuckled. "Fifteen… And you, are clearly not hold enough to walk these woods alone." He told her, and then started looking around.
Rebekah took offense at his mocking of her age. "I am quite old enough."
"Is that why you are lost?" He asked her.
"I am not lost!" She yelled at him.
He smirked at her. "Really?" He asked. She glared at him, not at all liking the smirk on his face. At that moment, the dog brushed up against her leg. She jumped back in surprise. "Oh don't mind Tomas. He's just getting to know you." He then stooped down to pet his dog. "Isn't that right buddy?" The dog barked.
Rebekah stood watching him. She then started to smile. "He is kind of cute." She said, looking fond of the little black and gray dog.
The boy stood up with a smile, seeing that the girl was finally warming up. "I'm headed back to the village. I know you're not lost and all. But would you like to walk with us? I don't think Tomas would forgive me if I didn't see you safely returned to your family, my lady."
Rebekah considered his offer. It would be getting dark soon, and she was lost. So, she nodded her head. "My name is Rebekah." She told him, not liking the mockery tone of my lady.
"Rebekah…" He repeated, and then grinned. "Well then Beks, nice to meet you. I am called Varick. And I am at your service." He told her with an exaggerated bow.
She rolled her eyes, but hid a small smile as she followed after him.
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End Flashback.
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"You shouldn't be here." Rebekah told him, eyes wide.
Arik's grin fell. "You don't seem happy to see me." He told her.
Rebekah shook her head, clearly distressed. "No…" She breathed, "It's not that… it's-"
"Well, I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Marcel spoke, coming up from behind Rebekah. He glanced at her, before giving the other man his full attention. "Arik." He greeted the musician with a handshake. "My man! Good to see you again. Though I have to admit, I wasn't expecting you back here so soon." He commented with a suspicious glint in his eyes. "Aren't you usually in Europe this time of year?"
"Marcel." Arik began. "It's good to see you too. I was heading out of the country until a little birdie informed me of the arrival of the Old Ones here in New Orleans." He said this looking at Rebekah. "I guess I just couldn't help myself." He grinned.
"Careful. You could be considered an Old One yourself." Rebekah commented, displeased to being called old.
Arik smirked at her. "No need to pout Rebekah, I didn't mean anything by it." He told her.
Marcel watched their interaction. He narrowed at the familiarity that they showed each other. "I had not realized that you two were acquainted." He commented, though it was really a question.
Arik was the first to respond, "Yeah, we go way back. Don't we, Beks?"
"Don't call me that." She answered on instinct.
"Why ever not? You used to love the name." He insisted.
She only frowned. "Well, I don't anymore." She told him.
Before Arik could retort, Marcel jumped back into the conversation. "How exactly do you know each other?" He inquired.
"Varik-"
"It's Arik dear." He interrupted her.
"Arik," She began, with a glare in his direction, "is… an old friend."
"Just a friend?" Arik placed a hand over his heart. "You wound me luv…" He then grinned as her glare intensified. He looked at Marcel, deciding to go ahead and answer the question. "Beks is my betrothed."
Marcel simply raised a brow at the term. However, Rebekah was frowning. "Hardly! You've some nerve Varick."
"Arik." Both Arik and Marcel reminded her.
"Whatever!" She yelled. She was getting upset. "You have no claim on me."
Here Arik's jovial disposition changed. He was no longer playful, but serious. "I understand that times have changed, and that this is a new world. However, Rebekah, you and I are from an entirely different day and age. And promises must be kept."
Rebekah was quickly getting tired of the conversation. "What are you going on about?"
"Michael." Arik spoke. At the sound of her father's name, she tensed up. "Promised me your hand."
Rebekah's face froze for a moment, but only for a moment, before she burst out in laughter. "You've got to be kidding me." She shook her head. "Listen Arik, Michael's dead. Nik killed him. So I guess you're out of luck." She smiled prettily at him.
"Not quite my love. It is a blood debt." Arik stated. "Esther performed the ritual herself. It is done." Ignoring the horrified look on Rebekah's face he glanced around behind him. "I'm afraid that I must cut this chat short." He glanced to Marcel. "I plan to be here for quite a while, so I guess I'll see you around." He then grabbed Rebekah's hand. "And you my lady. Don't be so alarmed. There was a time when you would have rejoiced upon this good news." He then kissed the back of her hand. "I will see you again, very soon." He then walked away from the two of them.
Marcel's eyes narrowed. None of what just happened made sense to him. He made a mental note to have a conversation with Arik later, but first… "What was that all about?" He asked the woman beside him. When he received no answer, he turned to face her. His eyes widened immediately. "Bekah?" Rebekah looked out into the distance, her face frozen in horror. Marcel grabbed her shoulders, and shook her. "Rebekah what is it?"
Her eyes began to focus on his. Once he held her attention, she pulled back away from him. "I'm fine Marcel, just… a bit startled."
"That wasn't startled Bekah." He said, getting upset. He did not want any Original drama disrupting his town. Then he asked her something that had been worrying him since the beginning of their conversation with Arik. "How do you know him?"
Rebekah turned away from him, and started walking away from the square. She already regretted coming out. "I told you already. He is an old friend." She said over her shoulder.
Marcel immediately appeared in front of her. "Exactly how old are we talking?"
"Move out of my way Marcel." She demanded. "I need to get home. I have to see Nik." She said in a rush, looking passed him.
Marcel grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. "How old Rebekah?" He asked her once more.
"He's four years older than me!" Rebekah shouted at him.
He immediately let go of her, staring into her eyes. His mind processing what she just said.
"Do the math." She told him as she pushed by him, using vampire speed to get home.
Marcel's eyes narrowed and his fists clenched. He knew that when the Originals arrived in town that trouble would follow. Trouble always followed.
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AN: A new chapter up already. I thought I'd go ahead and post this. I'm not as inspired to write this as I am with my other fics. So, I'm still trying to feel it out. Hopefully I will be inspired by tonight's episode. We will see.
I'm not big on writing romances… so if I continue this, I'll have to change the genre. Not to say romance won't be involved; it just will not be the main plot. Most of my stories are action driven. So the idea I have for this one will most likely be the same. Whether she ends up with Arik, Marcel, or alone has yet to be determined.
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