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Author's Note: Before I get on to the chapter I want to thank all of my readers for the follows, reviews, and favorites. You guys have not gone unnoticed. I appreciate all of you guys. I also want to do a shout out to the wonderful writer Jakalope21. She has written some awesome stories about the Originals and her OC, K. She is awesome and has given me some great advice and tips on how to make my story great. If you haven't read her work all of you need to go check it out after you read this chapter.
I have also gone back to edit my first four chapters. I noticed I had some mistakes so I went back to fix all of that.
Invisible
Chapter 5
Finding a parking place on Main Street was a little difficult, but somehow Rebekah had managed to parallel park between two SUVs. For someone who had been locked in a box for ninety years, she could drive pretty well.
Walking into a store that was trying way too hard to mimic the stores that resided in New York City or Beverly Hills Rebekah and I began looking through the racks. This store wasn't exactly my style. It was stuffy and I felt like the manikins were even judging me letting me know I clearly didn't belong in this store. While these clothes were high fashion my clothes screamed comfort.
Rebekah and I hadn't been in the store for more than two minutes when an overly enthusiastic sales girl walked right up to Rebekah asked her if she needed any help. " Well I am fine right now but could you help me find my friend here some things to try on," Rebekah said looking from the sales girl back at me. We were supposed to be shopping for her, not me. I refused to be anyone's Barbie.
The sales girl looked from my knotted hair accessory then to my baggy shirt, my bomber jacket, loose fitting jeans, and lastly my beaten up gray Converse. "Ms. Mikaelson I am not sure we have anything that is exactly your friend's style. Here at Talia's, we only carry the most up to date fashions" the salesgirl replied.
Most girls would have been insulted by what the redheaded salesgirl said but I just didn't care. I didn't wear dresses, no one would ever catch me in a pair of high heels, and it would probably be a cold day in hell before I would wear anything resembling makeup. I liked the way I looked. I was comfortable. I felt safe. Plus, my outfits always seem to communicate the message I was trying to send: stay the hell away from me.
The part that I did have a problem with was how the sales girl acted like I wasn't even there. But the most surprising thing was what Rebekah did next. She stared very intently into the salesgirl's eyes while smiling very innocently. She was compelling her. Rebekah looked at the girls name tag. "Listen Clarissa you are going help me and my friend find whatever we want in this store. If I talk to my friend over here and she says that you have been anything but respectful to her and haven't made sure her every request is met then you might not like what happens next. Am I clear?" Rebekah said in a calm voice that would make even the most skilled killer scared. The sales girl simply nodded and waited for us to give her instructions.
The next thing I knew Rebekah and Clarissa had two racks of clothes that were all for me to try on. "So where do you want to start? Should we start with the skirts, dresses, or blouses?" Rebekah asked me holding up a navy blue knee-length dress that had a fashionable Peter Pan collar.
"Listen, Rebekah, the dress is beautiful but I prefer pants," I said pushing the dress away from me and trying to persuade her to find a pair of jeans for me to try on if the store even had jeans.
"Listen if you are going to be my friend you have to look the part. I refuse to allow my best friend look like a transient. Plus, you have always looked lovely in blue Maeve" She said bringing the dress closer to me again. Apparently, she hadn't realized what she called me by the name of one of my past lives.
"Maeve? How do you know that name?" I asked.
"What are you talking about Emery? I didn't call you Maeve. I called you Em. You really need to pay more attention. Anyway, I want you to take this dress and go try it on," She said shoving it into my hand and pushing me towards the dressing room.
"Besides if I heard correctly you are already in training to be the head of the phoenix faction so now you need to look the part. It is amazing what you can make people think with a killer outfit" She replied shutting the curtain to the dressing room not giving me a chance to say anything. Finding myself inside the dressing room I decided I was going to play nice to see if I could get Rebekah to tell me how she knew one of my past lives so I was going to be Rebekah Mikaelson's life size Barbie.
Removing my jacket and then my shirt I stared at myself in the mirror. Moving closer to the mirror, I could see the faint scars from my first battle with leukemia from when I was younger. I ran my hand along the scars where various medical devices had been hooked up to my body. Slowly, I moved my hand to the newer scars that were a brilliant pink with very defined outlines. I remember when I was eight and I started to collect the patchwork patterns on my body. My grams always told me that my scars were nothing to be ashamed of. She showed me her scars and explained that they were simply illustrations to help us mark the trials and tribulations that we survived. Even though I knew what she said was right I still preferred to hide my scars under multiple layers of clothes.
"Emery are you alive in there? Come out so I can see the dress. I need to see how much better you look" Rebekah said in a chipper voice. I was scared that if I didn't leave the comfort of the dressing room Rebekah might come in after me and show my disrobed body to the world, I made quick work putting on the dress.
Slowly pushing back the curtain that hid me away from the rest of the world I stepped forward in the dress that I thought needed to be at least two or three more inches longer. I stood there in the outfit that made me feel naked to the world with my white socks. Yup, I was totally killing this whole fashion thing. I was totally on fleek or whatever people said.
"I knew you had a figure under all of those rags. I don't know if I like the dress, though. You need something that says I am sexy, elegant, and in charge" She said shoving me back into the dressing room with another dress but, this time, it was a little longer.
Rebekah made me try on what felt like twenty more outfits that consisted of dresses, skirts, shirts, and jackets. The last outfit I tried on I had to admit I liked it a lot. It was a navy dress that was pinched at the shoulders and on the bodice. It made me feel like I had just stepped out of a retro issue of a fashion magazine. The thing I loved the most about the dress was the fact that it had hidden pockets. While I was admiring myself in the mirror I felt something being slipped onto my shoulders. Rebekah was putting a cardigan on me that matched the dress.
"I figured since you like adding extra layers you might like this cardigan" I smiled as she said that. Maybe she had taken what I might like into consideration.
After my little fashion show, Rebekah demanded I needed new shoes. She said the ghastly things I wore on my feet weren't fit for a peasant to wear. Taking my hand, she pulled me into a shoe store two doors down from Talia's. She brought me Mary Jane's to try one, pumps, sandals, and various other styles of shoes. Most of them I made me look like a baby deer walking for the first time.
"Don't worry Emery. You will get used to walking in these. Remember if it isn't, at least, five inches then they have no business being on your feet" Rebekah said as she led me back to a chair in the store so I could take off the last pair of pumps she had for me to try on. With five new pairs of shoes, Rebekah declared that we were done.
Before I could even attempt to pay for anything Rebekah jumped in and paid for my clothes and my new shoes. To say I was in shock would be an understatement. I knew the Mikaelsons had money but she didn't need to waste it on clothes that would probably never see anything else but the back of my closet. Little did I know Rebekah wasn't wasting her money on me she was wasting, her brother, Klaus' money on me.
"Rebekah, you didn't need to get me all of these clothes. I have money. Plus I really can't pull off half of this stuff" I said following her out of the store. "Nonsense this is what a friend does. Plus I felt obligated to do this. I owed you a favor," She said turning her back to me as she walked ahead towards her car. How did she owe me? Before today, I had never met Rebekah Mikaelson. What did she mean that she owed me? Before my mind could run away from me anymore Rebekah recommended we go to one of the local coffee shops to sit and chat a little.
"Since you have been such a good girl during our outing I think you deserve a coffee and maybe if you are lucky I will even get you a muffin. Would you like that?" Rebekah asked with a chuckle. Speaking in a tone that was reminiscent of a mother speaking to her small child.
For a moment what Rebekah said took me by surprise. I know she thought I was beneath her but to act like I was a child was insulting. I am sure if looks could kill Rebekah would be six feet under. Before I could say anything she had already pulled me into one of the local coffee shops. This could either go really well or really bad. I had no idea what secrets Rebekah might help me uncover about myself. I took a deep breath and realized that if I could handle shopping with Rebekah Mikealson then I could surely handle sitting down to coffee with her.
Author's Note: What will Emerson and Rebekah talk about? I know this chapter was short and it seemed more like filler but if you read carefully you will find some Easter Eggs to let you in on why Rebekah is being so "nice" to Emerson. I know there was no more Elijah/Emerson interaction in this chapter and Klaus was nowhere to be seen but more is coming. I am still not sure whom I am going to put Emerson with. As you guys get to know Emerson if you have an opinion let me know. I hope everyone likes Emerson and what I am doing with this story.