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Rebekah and Emerson walked into the local coffee shop, and Rebekah urged Emerson to find a seat so she could order their drinks. This whole outing astounded Emerson. One minute Rebekah would insult her and in the next she would do something nice for her. Other than Rebekah's occasional mood swings Emerson had to admit she liked hanging out with the blond. When Rebekah wasn't insulting her, and they were talking the two seemed more like old friend catching up after not seeing one another for a long time instead of two people who didn't know one another before today.
"Okay, so I hope you like coffee," Rebekah said setting down two large ceramic mugs. I chuckled.
"Yeah Beks I love coffee," I said taking the mug and then taking a drink of the black coffee. Rebekah smiled when Emerson said that.
"What?" Emerson questioned confused about the other girl's sudden grin.
"Oh, it's nothing. I just haven't been called Beks in a very long time." She said taking a sip of her coffee. Her face scrunched up. "Bloody hell this stuff tastes revolting. How do you drink this concoction?" She said reaching for the sugar packets at the side of the table.
I chuckled. "What can I say I prefer the darker things in life," Emerson said taking another sip of her drink.
"Oh, that must be why you always found Niklaus so appealing," She said adding in the fourth sugar packet to her coffee. She did it again. She made a cryptic comment that made it sound like she had known Emerson before.
"Niklaus is your other brother right? He is younger than Elijah right?" Emerson asked sitting down her coffee and placing her hands on her lap.
"Yes, he is one of my older brothers and probably the most annoying, but you already know that," Rebekah commented looking from her coffee to Emerson across the table.
"Rebekah, before today I didn't know who you were other than you were an Original vampire. I have never met you brother Niklaus. Until you introduced us, I had never met your brother Elijah either." Emerson said trying to explain to her that she had no idea what she was saying. "Why would you think I have met those two before? From the little bit I know of them they would be hard to forget if I had met them. Plus as you know I can't be compelled so if I had met them before I would remember them." Emerson commented.
Rebekah chuckled. "That is true."
"I am interested in something Rebekah. We just met today yet you keep making these comments like you know more about me than you are leading on." Emerson noted.
"You might not remember it, but we have met before Emerson. We have met quite a few times." Rebekah responded.
And there it was. The answer that Emerson had waited for. "Okay, so hold up a second. You know about my past lives?" Emerson interrogated trying to keep her voice in a low whisper so no bystanders could eavesdrop on their conversation.
"And here I thought you would never ask me about those. Oh yes, I know about her past lives. I even know about your very first life." She said with an almost mischievous smile.
Emerson was taken back by what Rebekah had just said. "So why did you want to go out with me so bad then? You made it sound like you had never met someone like me before." Emerson questioned.
"It is true I do know more than I led on about people like you. To be honest, I wanted to see if you were anything like Maeve or Adelaide." She replied.
Emerson sat there quiet. Not really knowing what to say next. "And here I thought you would have a million questions for me. " She looked at Emerson curiously.
"I am just a little stunned. I have never actually met anyone who was so willing to tell me about my past." Emerson said taking another gulp of her coffee. "Was that why your brother looked at me so dumbfounded?" Emerson asked sitting down her mug.
Rebekah smiled. "I wondered when you would bring up my sweet and charming older brother. Your sudden appearance at our home did seem to startle my dear brother. Though I can certainly understand. With the history between you two, I am surprised that he only kissed her hand." Rebekah commented running her finger around the rim of her coffee mug.
Emerson's cheeks reddened. "What are you talking about?" Emerson questioned in an almost stutter.
"I think I will let him feel you in on that bit. I can't wait for you to meet my brother Niklaus. That is going to be an interesting introduction. " She commented.
"Why do you say that?" Emerson asked afraid of what she might say.
"Let's just say that in the lives when we knew one another you were very involved with my family. I will put it to you this way you had a lot of special times with my two brothers." Rebekah answered giving Emerson a look that suggested some very inappropriate things.
Emerson knew her cheeks must be beet red. Now Emerson was scared about what else Rebekah knew about her. How was she involved with the Michelson family? Surely if her Grandmother had known this, she would have never let her go out with Rebekah. In her past lives had she somehow been in a romantic relationship with Rebekah's two older brothers? Surely if she had, she would have read about it in her journal unless the journal was keeping it from her for some reason. Even if her journal had decided to hide those pieces of her lives, her grandmother would have told her.
"You know I am surprised you haven't used any of your magic while we have been out. If I remember, correctly you were quite the gifted Phoenix." Rebekah observed. "That is unless. Wait…do you not have all of your gifts yet? That is what you call them right? I remember Adelaide telling me that phoenixes saw their powers as a gift, not a right. Have you not received all of you gifts yet?" Rebekah asked.
"No, unfortunately, my gifts are slow to manifest because of my cancer," Emerson replied looking down at her hands in shame.
"You know that is nothing to be ashamed of. Sometimes the best gifts come to the people who wait." Rebekah commented seeing that she had upset Emerson. "How exactly does a phoenix get sick? If I remember correctly, your lot are known for being healthy. How and why are you so ill?" Rebekah asked.
Emerson chuckled. "Well if you only learn one thing about me it is that nothing about me is normal even for my kind. My existence seems to break all of the rules." Emerson replied as she fiddled with a napkin in her hand. "You are right. Phoenixes are not known for getting sick, but most phoenixes do not have to deal with a curse like me. When I was young, a warlock who was furious with my grandmother cursed her. He wanted to take everything she loved away from her because she had taken the one person he cared about most in the world. My grandfather was the first person she lost. Apparently, that loss was not punishment enough so now I am here the way I am." Emerson explained.
"Isn't there any way to break the curse?" Rebekah asked.
"We have tried everything. When I was twelve, we thought I had beaten the curse since I went into remission. When I turned sixteen, we realized that the evil had only lain dormant." Emerson revealed to Rebekah.
Rebekah pitied her new friend. If Emerson was anything like her past lives she was a fighter and had the potential to be very great and powerful. It was such an awful thing that future could vanish from her due to a simple warlock's curse.
"Since you are my friend now I am going to make it one of my missions to figure out how to help you. You have done so much to help my family in the past it is the least I can do. The Mikaelson family have gathered many resources over the years. I am sure we can find one of them that can help find a way to heal you." Emerson was shocked by Rebekah's response. This girl had only known her for exactly seven hours, and she was willing to help Emerson find a way to heal her. Now Emerson needed to figure out her connection to the Mikaelson family.
Their conversation was cut short. Apparently Rebekah's brother Elijah needed her home due to some sort of problem. So Emerson and Rebekah packed up Emerson's new wardrobe in Rebekah's car and drove the seven miles back to Emerson's house. Rebekah helped Emerson carry her new clothes to her door. "I mean what I said back at the coffee shop, Emerson. You have done so much and sacrificed so much to help my family in the past. I am going to find some way to help you beat this illness. I give you my word. If there is one thing you should know about me I always keep my word to my friends." Rebekah said before she sped to her car and pulled out of Emerson's driveway.
Emerson stood there on her porch confused. She had gone out with Rebekah in hopes to find answers to why her family was in Mystic Falls. Instead of finding the answers that she needed she was left with questions about her own life and she still didn't know why the Mikaelsons were in Mystic Falls. Emerson didn't have too much time to think about what happened today because her grandmother had heard Rebekah's car pull up to the driveway and then leave. The sound of a car caused her to go out to the porch to see what happened on Emerson's outing.
"So Emerson did you go on a shopping trip or a reconnaissance mission?" Her grandmother asked looking at the clothing bags around Emerson's feet. Emerson only gave her grandmother a half smile as the two began carrying the clothing bags inside. Boy did Emerson have a lot to tell her Grandmother.