Chapter Twenty Four

"What do you mean someone took Davina?" Klaus demanded as he stood up. "There is no way that someone would have taken her, we're all right here."

"Well apparently while you were having a court discussion," Rebekah said dryly as she glance at the stack of papers between Katherine and Elijah. "Someone had the ability to sneak her out from under our noses."

Katherine shook her head. "There is no way that Davina would go willingly, I mean she's young, but I'm certain she's not stupid."

Stefan folded his arms across his chest. "Katherine has a point, Davina isn't one to follow orders. Do you think Marcel took her?"

Rebekah shook her head. "No, it wasn't Marcel."

"Stefan, you're wasting your time. My sister always defends her lovers." Klaus protested lightly.

"Shut up, Nik!"

"Could it be possible that it would have been Sophie?" the others gave Elijah quizzical looks. "Think about it, she's been trying to complete the Harvest all summer, not to mention that her niece was one of the Harvest girls. And where is the one place that they would do that ritual? Away from prying eyes?"

Klaus raised his head. "The cemetery."

"You're not seriously planning on just staying here like a good little girl are you?" Katherine hissed as she pulled back the curtain, hoping that Rebekah would have move already, but no she was still stubbornly glued to the door, blocking Katherine's exit. "Aren't you at least curious about what's going on?"

"Well, it's a good thing I don't survive of gossip for live support like you do," Rebekah crossed her arms over her chest. "Besides Nik is not the only one who wants you to stay home, Elijah too. As much as you hate it, Katherine they are trying to keep you safe."

Katherine groaned. "I'm not Elena! I don't need protection."

"Don't you?" Rebekah snorted. "You've nearly died how many time? Besides, I'm sure a pregnant human is not strong enough to take on an Original vampire. "

Katherine flushed in embarrassment. "I'm going to get something to eat."

Katherine felt someone pick her up. She had dozed off and had fallen asleep in the couch waiting for someone to come home. She managed to glance at the clock and realize it was almost midnight.

"What were you doing so late?" Katherine mumbled as Elijah carried her up the stairs.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." He murmured back. "And I wasn't going to a club, Katerina."

"Oh, please like you would ever go to a club," Katherine turned sober. "What happened to Davina-"

Elijah's grip on her tightened. "She died, Sophie and Sabine managed to complete the Harvest, but it didn't work, and none of the girls came back to life. Marcel and Klaus are all over the city looking for them."

"That's too bad, I actually liked Davina." She raised an eyebrow. "And, yes don't look so surprise."

"I'm not." Elijah suppressed a smile as he sat her on the bed. "Do you need anything?"

"Yes," Katherine said and before Elijah could move, she kissed him. "A good night kiss."

"You're awfully quiet," Rebekah said as she poured two glasses of whisky. She handed one to Stefan. "Here, this will take the pain away."

"Well, it's not easy to get over someone's death," Stefan said simply. "Davina didn't deserve to die."

Rebekah shrugged. "At least she died with dignity, she didn't let herself be bullied by anyone. She did it to resurrect the Harvest girls. She had so much confidence."

"Yeah, well she ended up dead." Stefan said flatly.

Rebekah rolled her eyes. "Don't be such a grump."

Stefan gave her a sheepish smile. "Sorry," he paused. "Am I a lost cause?"

"Depends on what you mean."

"I mean that I refuse to let go of old feeling even if there are being perfectly clear."

Rebekah narrowed her eyes. "You mean Elena."

"Yeah, Elena and Damon are happy and I'm sick of wallowing in self-pity." He took another sip. "I need to tell myself to move on, to be happy, and too stop thinking so much."

"So what are you saying?" Rebekah pressed, careful not to get her hopes up.

Stefan gave her a slow smile. "I'm saying that you've been right all along. That I need to think about myself for once. These past few months have been crazy, fun, complicated and in-"

Rebekah pressed her lips against his. "Stop talking."

Stefan hesitated. "Rebekah, I don't want to hurt-"

"We're not getting married, we're just trying out a few things," Rebekah said. "But you should know that I have plans of my own."

Stefan said. "You mean concerning Klaus and the French quarter."

"Yes, I'm sick of Klaus bossing me around. I just don't want to make him pay," she raised her chin. "I want to be queen."

Klaus turned on the light of the nursery and he was immediately sure that Rebekah had taken care of the decorating, because he was sure that Katherine would have never chosen something so pink.

The two cribs were covered in thick, pink blankets with pictures of white teddy bears and little pillows with lace. There were pink curtains tied up with white silk ribbons. The wall paper was white with pictures of flowers and there were an assortment of stuffed animals neatly balance of a bookshelf. An assortment of pink, frills, and ribbons. Dear, Lord.

Was this what he had to expect when the babies were born in a couple of months? A lifetime of pink, frilly things and Disney movies? He hoped not.

He glanced at the empty picture frames. He couldn't help, but wonder how would his daughters look? How would they act? Would he and Katherine be good parents? Their childhood hadn't exactly been a cake walk.

He sighed as he touched a stuffed elephant. A little less than four months and there would be children in here. Klaus was going to be a father, and the thought had finally seemed to sink in.

Genevieve, Papa Tunder, and Bastiana walked clumsily, almost surprise as they felt the cool air touched their foreheads. They were alive, thanks to the last Harvest girl finally being sacrificed. They walked towards Celeste who smiled. "Welcome."

Bastiana frowned. "Sabine?"

"Actually, I would preferred it if you called me by my real name-Celeste." Celeste smirked as she introduce the pale girl with blond hair. "And this is our dear friend, Milena Petrova. We have some planning to do."

-End of Chapter Twenty Four-