Chapter Thirty One
Thierry was standing in the docks with his arms across his chest, he looked from Stefan, to Rebekah, until his eyes finally landed on Marcel. "Excuse me? What the hell do you want to do?"
"We know we're asking a lot of you, Thierry." Stefan said slowly. "And we appreciate it-"
"Appreciate nothing," Thierry said flatly as he glared at Marcel. "What you three want to do is completely insane, you want to kill Bastianna, Genevieve, and your brother's ex-girlfriend. We may be vampires, but they are witches."
"Exactly," Marcel said smiling. "We have a second advantage, all we have to do is break their necks before they can blink. We get Davina and we get out before Klaus can find us."
"Please, Thierry will you help us?" Rebekah gulped.
After a moment Thierry sighed. "All right. I guess it's worth the shot. What do you have in mind?"
Thierry was positioned behind a wooden desk at the docks waiting for the witches. Marcel, Stefan, and Rebekah were hiding nearby, careful not to go unnoticed. He watched as Genevieve and Bastianna sat down in front of him. "I asked to meet with all three of you, where's Sabine or Celeste or whatever it is you like to call her."
Genevieve raised an eyebrow. "That is none of your concern. You should be grateful that we bothered to show up. But you are the only one who had treated the witches with halfway decency, but courtesy does have its limits so please, you said you had something of importance. What is it?"
"Rebekah and Marcel along with Stefan Salvatore are back in the French Quarter," Thierry announced. "They came back for Davina and they think they can get her if they kill all three of you." The witches exchanged amused smiles. "I can lead them to you, for a price."
Bastianna raised an eyebrow. "And what is that?"
"Your life." Thierry flashed his fangs at them.
Bastianna raised her hand, prepared to give him an aneurysm, but Stefan came behind her and ripped her head off. Her head felt lifelessly to the ground. Rebekah and Marcel pushed Genevieve to the wall, but she glared at them resulting in them crouching on the ground and yelling in pain.
"Follow me and I will kill you." She hissed as she quickly left.
Stefan helped Rebekah up and Thierry helped Marcel. Thierry whistled. "You really live up to the name as the ripper of Monterrey, don't you?"
"Shut up." Stefan said coldly, annoyed at being refer to of his ripper status.
Rebekah looked disappointed. "Well, that went bloody brilliant."
"At least one of them is dead." Marcel pointed out.
"Let's just hope that we killed the right one." Stefan murmured as he watched as Bastianna's head rolled on the ground. "Let's head to the cemetery."
"Katerina!" Klaus and Elijah had gone separated ways and now Klaus was looking through the cemetery shouting at the top of his lungs. "Katerina."
His ears twitched.
"Where is Davina's grave?"
"Over here."
"Make sure the coast is clear, while I get her."
Fools, Klaus smirked. They had come back all three of them, Stefan, Marcel, and Rebekah. He could care less about Stefan. Marcel and Rebekah were the real culprits.
He flashed towards them and the three of them froze in their place, Marcel was holding Davina wrapped in a white cloth. "Well, isn't this a lovely surprise."
"Nik," the color drained from Rebekah's face.
"Please, shut up sister, I don't want to hear any more lies." Klaus said flatly. "Now where we last time before we were so rudely interrupted."
"Go ahead," Stefan yelled to Rebekah and Marcel. "Run as fast as you can."
Marcel grasped Rebekah's hand and took her away besides her protests.
Klaus glared at Stefan. "And I thought we were actually friends." He tried to leave, but Stefan grasped him by the shoulder.
"You don't want to do this, Klaus otherwise you will regret it for the rest of your life." Stefan tried to explain, but the rage in Klaus' eyes showed him that he was beyond listening to reason. "She's your sister, Klaus. You've known her for over a thousand years. What Rebekah did was wrong and she regrets it, but at the end of the day she is your sister as she loves you."
Klaus raised his head to look at Stefan before he grasped his heart. "Save your pathetic speech for someone who cares," he hissed as he let his heart go and Stefan fell to the floor. "Falling for my sister for the second time was your first mistake."
"Wait!" Rebekah panted as she forced Marcel to let go off her hand. "Go on ahead, I'm going to go back."
Marcel's eyes widened. "Rebekah, are you insane? He will kill you, Stefan can handle it-"
"That's the problem." Rebekah's voice shook. "Stefan has already risked so much by being with me, I am not going to leave him behind." She looked at the still dead form of Davina. "You go on ahead, I won't leave him, Marcel."
"A traveler?" Katherine's voice only grew more confused. She hadn't heard that word since when she and her younger sister, Milena had been children and her father had forbid them from practicing Traveler's magic. "How is that supposed to help me?"
The girl looked at her as if she were an imbecile. "Very good, what were the Travelers' known for doing?"
"They became a passenger in somebody else's body." She looked up. "Are you trying to tell me that you are a passenger?"
She nodded.
Katherine raised an eyebrow. "And I'm supposed to magically guess who? Because I killed a lot of people in my lifetime and if you want me to guess, well then we're going to be here for quite a while."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "Bulgaria, 1492."
The name almost instantly came to her, she found herself repeating slowly. "Milena."
Milena nodded. "In this body I am known as Alice. But dear, sweet sister I've been Milena Petrova for the past 500 years in different bodies with different names. I've been searching for you, but you never stayed in one place for long." She narrowed her blue eyes. "But now I have you just where I want you."
"And what exactly do you want?" she gulped. "I doubt is to have a sister bonding moment."
"No," her voice shook. "I want revenge, it's your fault our entire family was slaughter in 1492. I watched as that original hybrid, Klaus came and killed both mother and father in front of me, I saw as he torture them and then he killed me. Thankfully, by that time I had passenger myself into another body."
The color drained from Katherine's face. "Who taught you magic?"
"One of my friends from the village, she taught me what father was too cowardly to teach me," she snapped. "I have searched for you for over 500 years Katherine after our family was slaughtered because of you, only to find out that you've been impregnated by the same man who killed our family and now you're carrying his little monsters."
"They are not monsters!" she roared as she wrapped her hands around Milena's neck.
Milena threw her back against the wall quickly. "I am a witch." She said coldly. "You're nothing but a human. You should have died in the sacrifice back in 1492, because I really wished I didn't have to do it."
"Milena," Katherine said through gritted teeth as she stared at her younger sister. "I didn't want our family to be murdered, I didn't want anyone to get hurt, I was scared please understand. Do you know how horrible it was to return home and find your entire family slaughtered?"
"Do you know how horrible it feels to have to watch you entire family be slaughtered?" she replied coldly.
Katherine stood up as she looked for a possible doorway, there wasn't one and she guessed there were on the second floor of some building. She rested a hand on her belly. "Milena, please."
"I'm sorry, sister your time is over."
Katherine felt a sharp pain over her entire body as if she were being electrocuted. No matter how much she screamed, the pain seemed to get worse.
She felt herself returning to the past.
1490 Flashback
Mr. Petrova paced around the room, cursing in Bulgarian at rapid speed. Thirteen year old Milena Petrova stood across from him staring at her sister, Katerina Petrova who was sixteen at the time.
Katerina was clutching her hands together and her face was pale with nervous reaction. Their mother looked confused and she didn't know who to comfort her daughter, her husband, or herself.
"How long?" Mr. Petrova asked.
Katerina didn't respond.
Mr. Petrova shook her harshly by the shoulders. "How long, Katerina! Damn it, women I won't ask again!"
"I am three months with child." Katerina whispered, closed to tears.
"Who else knows?" he asked with a deadly voice.
Milena shot her sister a pleading look.
Katerina lowered her head. "No one, father."
"Good." He sounded satisfied. "We'll keep it that way."
-End of Chapter Thirty One-