"Stop it, you are hurting me" she croaked out.
Mark had bitten into her neck again. He greedily drank as he hadn't eaten in centuries, when really he had drunk from her only a couple of hours ago.
"You taste delicious. I suppose it's that immortal blood you claim to have" he said while letting her neck go momentarily. When she looked up all she saw was his mouth covered in her blood and his eyes were pitch black.
Rebekah was no longer a vampire and there was no way she could hold on for much longer. There was an echo in the room and all you could hear was skin being torn and blood dripping. Rebekah was losing a great deal of blood in a very small period of time. She looked at Mark with a plea in her eyes. There was no response. He kept at it for what seemed like hours. He kept sucking and she felt her eyes slowly close.
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Rebekah heard her brother scream her name. She let a tear slip; she was finally going to leave this hell hole.
"Nik!" she half whispered half yelled. She had never been so happy to hear Nik scream her name. It meant rescue. It meant she would be going home soon.
"Quiet!" Mark compelled her. He bit into her harshly again causing Rebekah to jolt at the sensation of his fangs into her body again.
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Her brothers frantically started tearing open every wall they came in contact with.
"I think she is over here" cried out Kol.
It was a wall in the kitchen Kol had lead his brothers to. Nik didn't even wait to hear what else Kol had to say. He started kicking the wall until it came part and a corridor came into view. They then were able to hear what was going on. A fire lit up in each of them, but the deadliest fire was in Nik; family meant the world to him, even if he had an odd way of showing it. They speed into the room where Rebekah was being held. Nothing could prepare them for what they saw. Their little sister was not only covered in blood but she was bruised, beaten and had bite marks all over her. And there was the man who had done that on top of her. "He's dead" thought Nik "oh he is more than dead!"
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Mark got off of Rebekah quickly, much quicker than she anticipated. Her dress had ridden up when she was struggling in Marks grasp and did her best to cover herself up with the little coverage her dress gave her. Mark didn't even get to his feet when Nik had him by his throat and shoved him against the wall so hard it concaved around him. Rebekah had seen her brother angry plenty of times over the centuries, she had seen that anger massacre villages, kill entire crowds of people, but the look he had in his eyes was nothing like she had seen before. Elijah looked even calmer than usual, like he was calculating his next moves which was a new level of terrifying – even for him. Kol was unusually quiet, he always had something to say – no matter the occasion.
Elijah rushed over to Rebekah and softly asked "are you alright?" He placed his jacket over her gingerly.
She nodded.
"Did he – solely - do this to you" he asked her as he gently undid the rope around her hands and arm.
"Kol let your brother and I handle this disgusting excuse of a vampire. Take Rebekah home. We'll be there shortly" said Elijah.
Elijah walked to where Nik was standing. Elijah whispered something to Nik. And Nik gave a smile in agreement.
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"Bekah, hold tight" kindly said Kol while attempting to pick her up.
"Wait" she said.
"What is it" he asked
"He chained me to the wall"
She pointed at her foot showing him the chain. He quickly glanced over to his brothers; it looked like they were telepathically communicating, and the topic of conversation seemed not too pleasant. He broke the chain with one quick yank. There was blood and a bruise already visible where she was cuffed.
"Hold tight" he said before he picked her up.
She whimpered and stuck her face in the crook of his neck. She had cuts behind her legs as well and when he picked her up blood gushed out.
"Sorry Bekah" said Kol into her ear. And with that Kol ran home as fast as his vampire speed would allow him. He kicked in the front door of the mansion and ascended the stairs until reaching her bedroom door. He slowly opened the door and closed it behind him.
"You're home. You're safe. I've got you."
He gently placed his sister in bed. He saw that she was asleep and threw a blanket on top of her to keep her warm. He often forgot she was no longer a vampire and felt something as mundane as the weather. He would let her sleep and would give her some of his blood in the morning so she could heal.
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He closed the door behind him and walked into the living room. He grabbed a bottle of scotch, not bothering with grabbing a glass. It wasn't until he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror that he noticed he was covered in blood, his sister's blood. Kol was furious; he blamed himself for what happened. If he had only been listening, instead of arguing the whole time with Nik, he would have heard his sister sneak out. He could have stopped it all. He drank the rest of the scotch in one long gulp. He threw the bottle against the wall, it shattered. He went on a rampage. He knocked over couches, ripped paintings off of walls, and punched holes into the walls. He was angry, he knew that, but he was also feeling utterly useless. He couldn't even protect his sister; something he had vowed to do the day she was no longer a vampire. He grabbed another bottle of scotch and sank to the ground and leaned against the dilapidated wall.
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