Had it written. Decided to post it. By the way, I didn't include this earlier: Bea's face claim is Holland Roden and Rigby's is Sophia Bush.
Alaric knew it was stupid, walking into the teachers' lounge like he was going to get jumped. But Elena had let him know that the art teacher who had been new this year was the person that had been spying on them. To top it off, she was a vampire. Marie Morris – actually, it was probably best to think of her as "B" from now on – had always eaten alone, typically reading. She hadn't been pleasant or unpleasant to her colleagues when she had started, and Alaric himself had only spoken to her a few times.
As he approached her table, he overheard what sounded like the end of a conversation she was having on the phone.
" - Mkay, so you're picking me up? Be careful, I adore my car."
Whatever response had been said made her smile widely. Alaric couldn't deny it – the woman was attractive when she smiled genuinely. After a short pause she answered the other person with a brief "Love you, too" before she glanced up and saw him, quickly hanging up.
Alaric dropped into the seat across from her, and he was thankful that the table she was seated at was far enough away from the rest that he only had to lower his voice a little bit when he said, "So what do you get out of spying on the Originals? And I assume you have something to do with Kol's kidnapping?"
B rolled her eyes and didn't answer right away, instead dipping a pita chip into the hummus from the lunch in front of her. After chewing and swallowing she politely patted her lips with her napkin and answered.
"God, you're irritating. Why on earth do you care? It has nothing to do with you."
Alaric let his tone become acidic and he narrowed his eyes when he replied, "Because you compelled a girl I am trying to look out for. You've been spying on us all for months. And your sister has been spying on us from the grill, if she even is your sister."
Every bit of relaxation left the woman across from him, and Alaric saw very clearly for the first time the bloodthirsty vampire she seemed to be. When she spoke she was nearly hissing.
"If you go near Rigby I will tear the heads off of everyone you have ever cared about, Mr. Saltzman."
Alaric froze. This was not going the way he had been hoping, even if he had known that his preferred outcome was unlikely. He would have to call Stefan and Damon and make sure they were at the school once it let out so they could talk to her and find out what her agenda was. Before he could say anything, an amused look covered B's face in a stark contrast to what it had just been.
"Relax. I said if. I have no quarrel whatsoever with your little rag-tag group, nor any interest. I'll be leaving Mystic Falls soon, there's no need for your gang to get all dramatic."
He tried not to let his surprise show, but this woman wasn't giving anything away. In a somewhat incredulous voice, he finally managed to speak.
"Who the hell are you?"
A slow, sadistic smile covered her face and when she answered, it was entirely mocking.
"Just a woman with an agenda."
"Stupid motherfucking freshman. Gonna tear their fucking heads off I swear to Christ –"
Rebekah was… honestly not that surprised at the words if this really was Kol's wife. The doppelganger had been loudly yammering on with the history teacher about the vampire who was teaching art – really, subtlety was not her strong suit. Rebekah wasn't taking the class, but she had vaguely remembered the pretty woman with red hair.
The connection was easy to make.
It was the period following lunch, and Rebekah had a free. Walking into the art studio, she could see that Beatrix didn't have a class to teach. The woman was on her hands and knees, mopping up what looked like spilled paint with an enormous quantity of paper towels.
"So you're my sister-in-law."
Beatrix jolted and almost slipped forward on the spill, yelling out yet another expletive. When she gained her bearings she turned around and saw Rebekah standing in the doorway, nonchalantly leaning against the threshold.
"You aren't wrong. Give me a sec."
The woman quickly stood and strode over to the deep sink in the corner of the room, washing up to her elbows methodically to remove all of the paint. When she finished toweling off, she walked back over and stuck her hand out, smiling widely.
"I'm Bea, and yes, Kol's my bitch."
Rebekah couldn't hold back her laughter at that even as they shook hands, and the best part was she was fairly certain the statement was true. Kol always threw his everything into whatever he did, and she could only imagine how this woman maintained a relationship with him.
"Well it's good to know someone is finally reining him in."
However instead of going along with her line of thought, the woman burst into laughter. When she finally quieted, she spoke with a light voice.
"Now why on earth would I 'rein him in'? Bloodshed is a shared hobby. Married people do need things in common, after all."
Rebekah smirked at the answer and quickly replied, "I see. Wouldn't want it to get boring."
Bea smiled and seemed genuine when she said, "It's nice to meet you. As me. Not the fake art teacher. And Kol's fine, by the way. Really doesn't want to see your brothers, though."
Rebekah couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive at that, but kept her voice casual when she asked, "Why is that, exactly? Anything out of the ordinary?"
Bea was staring at her, seemingly examining her as she stayed silent. Finally she spoke in a surprised and darkly amused voice with her eyebrows lifted.
"Wow, you actually don't know. Kol was pretty upset to find out that Elijah compelled me and then Klaus killed me."
Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
The woman wasn't really revealing much with her expression, so Rebekah couldn't gauge the situation all that accurately. But this was bad. The kind of 'bad' that usually led to a huge sum of corpses, courtesy of Kol.
She didn't want to believe what Bea was saying. Not because it was impossible– it was all too easy to believe – but because it was more than likely that Kol would be out for revenge. And with Nik being a hybrid now, it was practically suicide.
"That sounds distinctly unpleasant."
Bea rolled her eyes and snorted.
"Yeah, the snapped neck wasn't fun, but not too bad either. Bit more pissed about the whole not-knowing-I-was-fucking-married thing, to be honest. But whatever. I've got him back, and I don't plan on losing him."
Bea spoke nonchalantly, but Rebekah could hear the steel in her voice – the clear warning. It should have been laughable, a young vampire indirectly threatening her. But something about the woman's words put her on edge. She had a suspicion that somehow, Bea could actually do her some heavy damage.
Bea heard her blouse tearing as it dragged slightly against the bricks of the school's outside wall she was being held against. Like an idiot, she had stayed after work to finish up a painting she'd been working on. She knew Kol would be late as usual, so she wasn't concerned about that.
But she hadn't factored in that all of the students would have cleared out – meaning there was nobody to witness Damon fucking Salvatore ruining her five hundred dollar chiffon blouse like some inbred piece of shit. What sort of monster would disrespect Chanel that way? She wore a smock for a reason! Really, this had been bought in –
"Are you even listening to me?"
Bea shook herself, focusing on what was happening in front of her.
"No, actually. Though if you don't let go of me you'll damage your hand."
None of the people in front of her looked rattled, so they clearly were under the impression that they were at an advantage. Ugh. The little gang was all here: Caroline, Bonnie, the Salvatores, Alaric, and Elena.
Damon pressed her harder against the back of the building, his grip tightening around her throat. It was fairly counterproductive – he really should have held a stake to her chest to properly threaten her. If he wanted her to talk she couldn't have a blocked airway.
"You're outnumbered, princess. Now, what do you want with Elena?"
Bea huffed and turned to look at the girl, scrutinizing her before finally answering.
"Well, a haircut would be where I'd start – get some layers to make it look less flat. And the outfit isn't too awful, for her at least, but I'd put on some heeled booties. As far as – "
She was cut off when a blinding pain flashed through her head, making her clench her teeth and squeeze her eyes shut. When it passed her opened them to glare at the witch. With an even, deadly tone she said hoarsely, "I'm going to remember that, witch. You really shouldn't have."
Looking back at Damon, she decided to play along with them and said, "I don't want anything to do with Katie's double."
He opened his mouth, looking like he was about to spout off more outrageously inaccurate accusations, and Bea decided she was over this conversation. Thankful for her strength, she sighed with annoyance and grabbed Damon's wrist, crushing it before wrenching it back harshly and causing a loud snap to echo out.
The entire gang look shocked for a moment, but a second later seemed to recover, stepping closer and effectively trapping her. When the Bennett witch raised her arm to presumably make her head explode again, Bea spoke quickly and defensively raised her hands in a placating manner.
"Okay, to be fair, I did warn him! I felt threatened."
Stefan let out a mocking laugh and then began talking in an overly slow voice, as if explaining something to a child.
"That's because we're threatening you."
Bea's eyes narrowed, offended by his tone. However before she could insult him, she was cut off by a certain blonde one thousand year old girl.
"And why are you threatening my sister?"
Bea knew a huge smile had to be on her face as Rebekah walked through the circle the group had made and came to stand beside her with her arms crossed. Rebekah called her sister. Rebekah's opinion of her was the one she cared about most, seeing as she was Kol's favorite sibling. The fact that she hadn't been a part of the whole killing-Bea brigade also endeared the girl to her.
The Mystic Falls gang all looked floored, and after a moment Caroline began speaking in a voice that had a little bit more caution in it.
"You're one of the Originals?"
She didn't have to answer, because at that moment Rebekah peered across the parking lot and let out an annoyed sound before turning to Bea and saying, "And now he's here to make this ten times more dramatic."
Bea didn't exactly know what she was supposed to do about it. And good. This group of people should know that she wasn't someone they could just push around. When the car drove up to the curb and Kol stepped out, Bea could see the tightening around his eyes that signaled he was angry, even if there was a smirk on his face.
"Sorry I'm late. Stopped to eat someone. Bekah, you've met Bea?"
Rebekah nodded and said, "I like her, she seems far too good for you."
Kol snorted and didn't answer her, instead looking around at the scene. It was fairly easy to see what had happened. Damon was cradling his wrist and Bea was still fussing with her blouse. She saw the moment he put it together in his head.
Everyone else noticed it too a second later when Kol's fangs descended and his hand went into Damon's chest cavity.
"Any particular reason I shouldn't rip out your organs and give them to my wife as a present?"
"Wife?"
Before Kol could say anything in response to the burst of conversation that the gang all began yammering on about, Bea pursed her lips and was genuinely curious when she said, "What would the occasion be?"
Kol kept his hand in the same place but turned his head to look at Bea with exasperation.
"Why does everything have to be an occasion with you?"
Bea's mouth dropped open in offense and her voice became a touch shrill when she said, "Oh, 'with me'? As if I'm so very high maintenance? You're the one –"
"Shit. I didn't mean it like that, darling. Do you want me to tear out his heart and give it to you?"
Bea flipped her hair and pouted, but decided to let it go. Taking note once more of the audience they had, she was amused to see the expressions on the group's faces – they ranged from shocked, to disgusted, to scared. Quite flattering.
However Damon's comment made her burst into snickering laughter.
"Are you seriously having a marital dispute with your hand in my chest?"
Kol turned away and spoke with an entirely mocking voice when he focused on Damon, "You're not involved in this, mate, don't butt in."
Without another word he pulled his hand back out of the vampire – letting him keep his heart for now, evidently. Damon fell to the pavement, and all of the gang ran over to him, having previously been frozen without knowing what to do when they were facing off with multiple Originals.
Bea walked over to Kol and held his hand, weaving her fingers through his – the hand coated with blood. He smiled and raised their joined hands, pressing a light kiss to the back of hers.
Bea followed Kol to the car, but made sure to turn over her shoulder and shout out to Rebekah, "Text me later! We can go shopping!"
After getting a nod from the blonde, she grinned and let Kol open the passenger door of the car for her. As she slid in and they began driving away she turned to him and said, "I'm not mad at you, but do you want to pretend we're fighting and fuck me really, really angrily?"
"Of course, darling."
Klaus pressed the play button next to Caroline's message for the third time.
"What the hell, Klaus! Your brother's wife is crazy! She seemed so normal for the last few months! Why did –"
He turned it off and stared down at his phone. This was an unforeseen complication.
Klaus turned when he heard Elijah enter the room and kept his voice even when he said, "Elijah, you didn't happen to give Beatrix Lynch your blood when you compelled her, did you?"
A confused look covered his face but just a second later his expression changed to dread.
"Niklaus, tell me you didn't kill that woman. That you didn't kill Kol's wife."
His silence was an answer enough.
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