EDITED OCT22
"Where's Elena?" Jeremy asked as Brea and he sat on opposite couches in the living room.
"Why? You uncomfortable?" Brea asked.
"Yeah," he answered.
Brea smirked. "Would you prefer I leave the room?"
Jeremy sighed. "No, but I want you to stop sliding your finger across your throat threateningly." Brea just smirked and did it again. "Stop," Jeremy whined. "I'm sorry ok. I don't know what else to say, I feel awful. I just… I can't stand you hating me."
"I know," Brea sighed. "You don't have to ask me for forgiveness, you need that from Bon. But I'm your sister, Jer. Nothing's going to change that, I'm mad, don't get me wrong. But I'll never hate you Jer. That's a promise."
"Bambi?" Jeremy asked hopefully.
"Don't push it kid," Brea scowled.
"Alright, fair play," Jeremy said. "Finding Nemo?" he asked.
Brea stared at him before smiling and nodding. "Fire it up Jer! Get the popcorn, get the blankets and ice cream, we're in for an emotional rollercoaster," she yelled as she jumped from the couch she was on, to the couch her brother sat on.
"Come with me," Elena said grabbing Brea's arm and pulling her away from her locker.
"I didn't shut it," Brea whined. "Matt!" she yelled, "shut my locker!" Brea turned back to her sister. "Good morning, nice to see you, what's up?" she asked sarcastically.
"I need to talk to Rebekah and I need a reason for her not to kill me. You standing with me will be a good reason."
"I love our relationship," Brea said. "Give and take. I give, you take."
Elena smiled. "Shut up," she laughed. "Anyways, you love me all the same."
"Yeah," Brea said rolling her eyes. "What do you need to talk to Bekah about?"
"I'll show you at the same time. I think you'll be interested," she said as they headed outside the school to where Rebekah was practising cheerleading. Elena came to a stop in front of Rebekah, forcing her to stop her cheer practice.
"Hey!" Rebekah greeted Brea bouncing forward to hug her awkwardly before turning to glare at Elena. "And you, goody," she said rudely.
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit," Brea smirked.
"That would explain why you love it so much," Rebekah laughed and Brea nodded. Point to Rebekah.
"I was hoping we could talk," Elena interrupted.
"About what? Stefan? Don't worry, I'm off him until he starts treating me better."
"Here, here," Brea cheered.
"In fact, you should take a page out of my book, if I'm being honest," Rebekah said genuinely.
"Actually, I'd rather talk about this," Elena said holding up two pieces of paper. Brea moved to stand next to Rebekah so she could see the picture clearly and immediately tensed up. It was her's and Rebekah's names written in Viking script, etched onto the wall of a cave. That was something they did back when the Mikaelson's were still human. "I'm curious why you and Klaus have spent a thousand years running from your father."
Rebekah looked at Brea with fear in her eyes, but when she turned back to Elena she'd composed herself. "I should get back to the girls. Homecoming's right around the corner," Rebekah said turning to leave.
"Well, then maybe I'll ask Mikael when we wake him," Elena said and Rebekah froze.
"No," Brea hissed.
Rebekah turned around after a few seconds with a fake smile. "You're bluffing. You don't know where he is. No one does."
"So then who's rotting in that old cemetery in Charlotte?" Elena asked and Brea scrunched her eyes closed.
Rebekah stormed up to Elena. "If you wake Mikael we are all doomed," she warned and Brea grabbed Rebekah's arm so she didn't get too close to Elena.
"So then tell me," Elena ordered.
"Why do you want to know?" Rebekah asked.
"Why don't you want me to wake him?"
"I'll tell you," Brea said angrily. "Wake Mikael and we are all dead. He will tear this town and everyone in it to shreds."
Elena tilted her head. "You're both scared of him."
"I need to get back to the girls," Rebekah said turning around again.
"Wait for me," Brea said and Rebekah stopped in her tracks waiting for Brea to return. Brea moved forward and grabbed her sister's arm and dragged her a few steps away. "Don't you dare ever do that to me again," Brea hissed releasing her arm.
"Do what?" Elena asked confused.
"Blindside me. You brought me not to protect yourself, but to watch my reaction. That was calculated. That wasn't my sister," Brea snapped walking back to Rebekah.
985 A.D.
"Rebekah, let me have at it," Nik said walking forward as he saw Rebekah struggling to carve her name in the cave.
"Quiet, Niklaus," Rebekah said irritated and Brenna laughed smiling at Nik. "I'm to have my concentration if I'm not to slice off a finger."
"Father will not like you handing the blade," Nik said.
Brenna moved from Nik's side to stand in front of him. "What your father doesn't know won't hurt him. Don't worry. No one will say anything to him, no one wants to deal with that," Brenna smiled.
"Anyway, if I want to wield a blade, I shall wield a blade," Rebekah snapped. "Father need not know."
Nik looked at Brenna. "He will find out. He always does."
"That is because you always tell him," Rebekah said coming to stand next to Brenna.
"I cannot help it," Nik said sadly. "He frightens me."
Brenna and Rebekah looked at Nik with sorrow. "He frightens us all. That is why we stick together as one. Always and forever," Rebekah reassured before smiling. "Right traitor?"
"Right."
"Here, you finish. I'm to help mother with the meal," Rebekah said holding out the knife.
"Yes, go tend to dinner and leave the blades to the men, little sister," Nik joked. Rebekah scowled and slammed the blade down into Nik's hand in retaliation.
"Agh, Bekah!" Nik whined.
"It is just a little blood," Rebekah smiled innocently. "Be a man about it," she said walking off.
"You did deserve that," Brenna said with a smirk.
"You stayed out of our quarrel, smart," Nik noted.
"I think everyone knows it's smart to stay out of Mikaelson quarrels," Brenna laughed. "Not my place anyway," she said walking towards the cave wall and ran her hands over the etchings.
"It is," Nik said seriously.
"I'm sorry?" Brenna asked confused.
"It is your place. You are a Mikaelson," Nik smiled. "Even if not by blood, you're a Mikaelson. Here, come, I'll prove it," Nik said ushering her forward. Brenna raised her eyebrow curiously and moved to stand beside him, he took her hand and placed the blade in it and he kept holding her hand as he slowly moved to stand behind her. Still holding her hand, he lifted the blade and helped her carve her name next to his on the cave wall. "See, you're a Mikaelson," he said softly lowering her hand from the wall when her name was done.
Brenna let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and gently removed her hand from his and turned. "Thank you Nik," she smiled. "I best go help my mother as well," she smiled placing her hand on his shoulder, "I'll see you later," she said walking off. "Don't tell Mikael we were here," she called back to him as she left the cave.
"It's Katerina," Brea said to Rebekah as they sat on a bench. "I know it. She's been avoiding my calls for over a week now. She's found him. She won't quit. She wants to see Nik's head on a pike. I can't blame her either."
"Don't you?" Rebekah asked Brea.
"No. I want to see it black and blue from a good and proper beating. I don't wish him dead though," Brea said.
"You're different," Rebekah said.
"Hmm?" Brea asked.
"From the other day. It's like something in you has changed almost overnight. You're more… you."
"Yes well, perhaps I've put anger aside temporarily out of fear of Mikael. Plus Elena just pissed me off."
"Give me her number, I'll text her," Rebekah said holding her hand out and Brea handed her her phone. "Let's go," Rebekah said after she texted Elena. "She's coming to the boarding house."
"Are you sure this is going to work?" Rebekah asked Brea as they grabbed champagne from the basement.
"No," Brea said nervously. "But this is the best we've got," she laughed.
"Ok," Rebekah said as they made their way upstairs. "Scare her, but be her friend. Scare her, but be her friend," she muttered to herself. The girls heard the front door open and they composed themselves. "Hey," Rebekah greeted happily with a smile. "What's up?"
Elena frowned confused. "You invited me over. To talk."
"All right, girls. Have at it," Rebekah called and Brea turned around, confused as to who she was talking to. Her eyes widened as she saw six girls walk out of the next room all dressed up in gowns. "Ok, now twirl please," she said and the girls did just that.
"We didn't discuss this!" Brea complained.
"You compelled your own private runway show?" Elena asked disgustedly as she moved to stand next to Brea.
"I need a homecoming dress. So, what do you think? Pick one," Rebekah asked.
"Red dress," Brea answered.
Elena slapped Brea's arm gently and said, "I'm not here to help you shop. I'm here to talk about why you both don't want me to wake up Mikael." Brea rolled her eyes, that tactic wouldn't work on Rebekah. And it didn't take long for that point to be proven, because Rebekah ran forward, and positioned her fangs precariously close to one of the girl's necks.
"I said pick one, Elena," Rebekah said with venom and Brea smirked. This was part of Rebekah's plan. Elena was scared.
"The red one," Elena chose reluctantly.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Rebekah asked, releasing the girl. "Go away, remember nothing," she said to the girls. Rebekah walked back towards the twins, grabbing two glasses of champagne and holding one out for Brea. "You do not threaten me," Rebekah warned Elena. "You will learn what I allow you to learn. Is that clear?" she hissed and Elena nodded nervously. Rebekah walked past Elena and gave Brea a wicked smile on the way out of the room.
"Are you ok with this?" Elena asked.
"Not with the dress thing. But she's right. Probably best not to threaten a 1000-year-old vampire, Lena."
"Can't you just tell me this? Why do I need to hear it from her?" Elena asked.
"You didn't ask me, Elena. You went behind my back with Damon when you found those etchings. Just listen, Elena, please," Brea asked and Elena nodded before they walked off after Rebekah.
"How fun is this?" Rebekah asked opening the door to Stefan's bedroom. Brea laughed and ran in after her, while Elena lingered in the doorway.
"We shouldn't be here," Elena whined as Rebekah opened a drawer.
"Of course, we should," Rebekah said.
"Oh come, Elena, have a bit of fun in your life. Indulge in a bit of mischief," Brea laughed as she and Rebekah looked in the drawer.
"Oh Brenna Mikaelson is definitely back," Rebekah said grinning at Brea and Brea just smirked back at her friend. "Come on," she said to Elena. "Like you've never wanted to snoop?" she asked pulling out a pair of Stefan's boxer shorts.
"Ew," Brea said frowning.
"Boxer briefs. Now that's a change from the '20s," Rebekah said.
"Oh my god my ears," Brea shuddered.
"Are you going to root through his stuff all night, or are you going to start to tell me your story?" Elena asked and Brea turned to glare at her sister.
"You really are no fun," Rebekah groaned. "What do you want to know?" Rebekah asked.
"Well, Elijah said that your father was a landowner in Europe," Elena said finally walking into the room. "How did you guys end up here?"
"My parents had just started a family when a plague struck their homeland. They lost a child to it. They wanted to escape and protect their future family from the same fate."
"So how did you end up here? This part of the world hadn't even been discovered yet."
"Hadn't been discovered by anyone in the history books," Brea smiled. "There was in fact quite a settlement here in Mystic Falls."
"My mother knew the witch Ayana," Rebekah said.
"Lovely woman," Brea said sarcastically and Rebekah laughed.
"She heard from the spirits of a mystical land where everyone was healthy, blessed by the gifts of speed and strength, that led my family here, where we lived amongst those people."
"The werewolves?" Elena guessed.
"To us, they were just our neighbours. My family lived in peace with them for over 20 years during which time my family had more children. Including me."
"You make it sound so normal," Elena said shocked.
"It was," Rebekah mused. "Once a month our family retreated to the caves beneath our village. The wolves would howl through the night. By morning we'd return home. One full moon, Klaus and my youngest brother, Henrik, snuck out to watch the men turn into beasts. That was forbidden. Henrik paid the price," Rebekah said and Brea's eyes welled up at the memory. "And that was the beginning of the end of peace with our neighbours. And one of the last moments my family had together as humans." Elena's phone then started ringing and Rebekah quickly composed herself, wiping the sadness off of her face. "You'd better get that. That'll be Damon checking up on you."
"Hello?" Elena said answering the phone. "Damon, where are you?" she asked. "Yes, I'm fine, Brea's here, but I can't talk right now," she reassured him. "Was that Stefan?" she asked and Brea and Rebekah looked up from the diary they were snooping through. "Damon, how could you let him out?" she snapped before she was very clearly hung up on by Damon.
"Stefan's diary is very dull," Rebekah said and Brea giggled.
"Very, we need to find a good year," Brea said walking over to his bookshelf of diaries. "1864 that's a good one. He met me," Brea winked.
"Oh give it here!" Rebekah held her hand out excitedly. "I'd love to hear how annoying you were."
"Why does everyone always assume I'm annoying? I am not annoying!"
"It's not your fault. You've been in love with my brother Kol for a millennium," Rebekah smirked. "Being annoying is contagious," she laughed, grabbing the diary off the shelf.
"Did you two get your fill of snooping yet?" Elena interrupted. "Can we get on with the story?"
Rebekah sighed and walked over to pick up a picture of him and Elena. "Honestly I don't get you two as a couple."
"Why would you?" Elena asked. "You don't know anything about who he really is."
"I know exactly who he is," Rebekah said. "He's a vampire. We're a predatory species. We don't have time to care about humans and their silly little lives."
"Um, hello!" Brea complained as she pointed to herself.
"Well you're not exactly human, love," Rebekah smiled and Brea glared playfully.
"Is that why you did that runway show earlier?" Elena asked and Rebekah's face fell. "Because you don't care about the homecoming dance? You know what. I'm just going to go," Elena said standing up to leave.
"You haven't even heard half the story," Rebekah said.
"And you're not going to tell it," Elena pointed out. "You're just bored and looking for someone to push around. Find someone else to play with. Maybe you can compel yourself a friend," Elena said walking away.
"Am I invisible?" Brea muttered.
"The necklace wasn't Stefan's to give," Rebekah said, making Elena freeze in her steps. "It belonged to the Original witch."
As Elena turned around, Brea smiled at her, she was playing Rebekah as much as Rebekah was playing her. "The one who put the hybrid curse on Klaus?" Elena asked.
"Not just the hybrid curse," Rebekah said. "She's the one who turned us into vampires and put the reincarnation curse on Brenna. Brenna and I heard my father and mother begging the witch Ayana to do the spell to make us into vampires to protect us, so she wouldn't lose any more children the same way she lost Henrik to the wolves, and their other child to the plague. Ayana refused, turning us into vampires went against the balance of nature. I'm thirsty. Do you want a drink?" Rebekah asked leaving the room.
"So vampirism was a form of protection?" Elena asked as they made their way downstairs.
"What else would it be?" Rebekah asked.
"A curse," Elena suggested.
"My parents only saw a way of keeping their children alive."
"Yeah, but, why stay?" Elena asked. "If they were so afraid of the werewolves, why not leave?"
"Pride. My father didn't want to run anymore. He wanted to fight, and be superior to the wolves. Where they could bite, we had to bite harder. Where they had speed, we had to be faster. Agility. Strength. Senses. The witch Ayana wouldn't help, so my father said it was in my mother's hands."
"In her hands?" Elena asked. "How could she do anything?"
"Because my mother was also a witch," Rebekah said.
"What?" Elena asked confused and Brea smirked.
"Put two and two together, Lena," Brea encouraged.
"The witch of the original family," Rebekah said making it clear. "The Original witch," she said with a laugh at the fact Elena hadn't already worked it out.
"Where do they keep their best vintage?" Rebekah asked Brea.
"Cellar for wine, for spirits you want Damon's stash on the table, but there are a few good bottles hidden in the cupboard," Brea pointed out and Rebekah made a beeline for it.
"But if your mother was a witch then…" Elena started.
"Am I?" Rebekah said finishing Elena's thought. "No. A witch is nature's servant. A vampire is an abomination of nature. You can either be one or the other. Never both," she said pulling out an old bottle of wine. "My mother did this for us. She did not turn."
"How did you turn?" Elena asked and Brea tensed.
"I don't like this part of the story," Brea said quietly plonking herself down on the couch.
"She called upon the sun for life and the ancient white oak tree one of nature's eternal objects, for immortality. That night, my father offered us wine laced with blood. And then he drove his sword through our hearts."
"He killed you?" Elena asked shocked.
"And he wasn't delicate about it, either," she said ripping off the neck of the bottle she was holding, making Elena jump. "We had to drink more blood to complete the ritual. He forced me to drink from a girl who lived in our village. It was euphoric. The feeling of power was indescribable. But the witch Ayana was right about the consequences. The spirits turned on us and nature fought back. For every strength, there would be a weakness. The sun became our enemy. It kept us indoors for weeks. And though my mother found a solution there were other problems. Neighbours who had opened their homes to us could now keep us out. The flowers at the base of the white oak burned and prevented compulsion. And the spell decreed that the tree that gave us life could also take it away. So we burned it to the ground. But the darkest consequence was something my parents never anticipated. The hunger. Blood had made us reborn and it was blood that we craved above all else. We could not control it. And with that, the predatory species was born."
"Where were you in all this?" Elena asked Brea.
"Dead," Brea answered. "I was very ill. A witch named Helga placed a death curse on me. Their mother was giving me some of her life force to keep me alive. She couldn't sustain that as well as turn them into vampires. I got very ill very fast. The Original witch feared I'd die in the transition so did not attempt to turn me. She put the reincarnation spell on me days after they turned and I died at that moment. Back to the story?" she suggested.
"Why did Mikael start hunting Klaus?" Elena asked.
"When Nik made his first human kill, it triggered his werewolf gene. With that, he became my father's greatest shame."
"Yeah, Elijah told me that part of the story. Your mother had had an affair with one of the werewolf villagers. Klaus wasn't his son."
"She tried to make it right. She put the hybrid curse on Nik to suppress his werewolf side and then she turned her back on him. But Mikael's greatest weakness as a human was his pride. As a vampire, that was magnified. He went on a rampage and killed half the village. Then he came home and killed her," Rebekah said sadly and Brea stood up and came to stand next to her friend in support.
"Mikael killed your mother?" Elena asked shocked.
"He said she broke his heart, so he would break hers. He tore it from her chest as Nik watched. Afterwards, my father took off in a rage and the rest of my family scattered. Nik stayed so he could help me bury her. He knew I had to say goodbye to my mother. Elijah came back to help. We swore a vow to stick together, always and forever."
"Always and forever," Brea said with a smile.
"Always and forever? Even though he locked you in a coffin for 90 years?" Elena taunted.
Rebekah huffed. "We're vampires. Our emotions are heightened. I'm stubborn," Rebekah said and Brea snorted in agreement. "Elijah moral and Nik… Nik has no tolerance for those who disappoint him. Over a thousand years as a family, we've all made that mistake at least once. I've made it several times."
"But you still love him?" Elena asked confused.
"He's my brother," Rebekah said throwing her hands in the air. "And I'm immortal. Should I spend eternity alone instead?" Rebekah's face fell as she realised she had shown Elena that she was just a lonely girl desperate to feel loved and wanted. "You've heard the story it's time to go," Rebekah panicked. "I said leave, Elena. I don't know what you're up to but I am no longer playing along."
"I'm just looking for one good reason why we shouldn't wake Mikael," Elena said and Brea groaned. She missed the message of Rebekah's story.
"And I've given you a thousand," Rebekah said annoyed. "But you will anyway. I know you want him to help you kill my brother. I'm not stupid."
"It's no secret that I want Klaus dead. He has a hold over Stefan's life. And over mine."
"Elena," Brea warned.
"Do what you need. Wake Mikael at your own peril. But make no mistake. If you come after my brother, I will rip you apart. And I get my temper from my father. Now leave," Rebekah said storming out of the room.
"I'll walk you out," Brea said grabbing Elena's hand and dragging her to the door. "You should've just left when she asked," Brea huffed.
"Why did you let her talk to me like that?" Elena asked hurt.
"You deserved it."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. Did you think she wouldn't react when you're threatening to kill her brother and bring back her family's biggest enemy? Mikael never came after me. I wasn't his target. But the thought of seeing him scares me more than anything else. And it should scare you too. Mikael is a vampire hunter and you want to bring him to a town full of vampires? Do you really think that will end well?"
"Why do you never tell me this though? Why are you making me push her for answers? Do they keep things from you? Do you not know everything?" Elena asked and Brea glared.
"I know everything. Everything. They're my family as well, Elena. I didn't tell you because, a, you never asked me and b, I don't trust you not to misuse the information that I tell you. You need to go before she gets angrier, I'll see you at home," Brea said leaving Elena at the front door as she made her way to find Rebekah.
"She's finally gone?" Rebekah asked and Brea nodded. "I'm scared, Brenna. She's going to bring Mikael here."
"Hey," Brea said walking up to her friend. "I swear if she brings Mikael here and it looks like you're in any form of danger, you and I, we're gone. We'll leave. I'll leave this town with you. You won't be alone. I won't let anyone in this town hurt you. We're family."
"I love you," Rebekah said hugging Brea. "You're a part of always and forever too. Always were," she said releasing her friend and they both sat on the couch drinking the bottle of wine in silence.
985 A.D.
"Come on, Henrik," Rebekah laughed. "Our brothers are fighting again," she said taking Brenna's hand and dragging her towards where Nik and Elijah were sword fighting.
"Oh, look," Elijah said as the girls arrived. "Brenna and our sister have come to watch my fast-approaching victory."
Nik's head whipped around to look at Brenna. "On the contrary Elijah," he smirked before he lunged at his brother with a smile. After a brief struggle with the swords, Nik managed to slice Elijah's belt. "They've come to laugh at you," he said turning to smile at Brenna. Brenna smiled back but it quickly fell when she spotted Mikael, and Nik's head turned to see what she was looking at and he stood up quickly.
"Relax Mikael," they heard Esther beg. "Niklaus means well."
"That is precisely my problem," Mikael said storming forward. Everyone's face, previously filled with joy, now dropped to one of fear. Esther walked to the side, not being able to watch as Mikael took Elijah's sword. "So, why don't you teach me that trick, young warrior?" Mikael asked threateningly. Brenna took Rebekah's hand and Rebekah held on tight.
Mikael lunged at Nik with his sword raised and Nik grunted from the force. "Father, we were just having fun." Henrik moved towards the fight to try and help his brother, but Brenna placed a hand on his shoulder, keeping him in place.
"We fight for our survival and you find time for fun?" he yelled. "I want to have fun. Teach me. Come on!"
"Father, it was nothing," Nik said moving backward, but Mikael just started attacking with the sword again and Nik's sword flew out of his hand. Mikael proceeded to throw him to the ground and hold the sword inches from his chest.
"You are foolish and impulsive, my boy," Mikael said. "What? No more laughter."
"You've made your point, Mikael," Esther spoke up from the edge of the crowd of people gathered.
Mikael yelled and plunged the sword down into the dirt right next to Nik's head, causing everyone to flinch. "Some days, it's a miracle you're still alive, boy," he spat before walking off.
As soon as he was out of sight the Mikaelson siblings and Brenna ran to his side. "Are you alright?" Brenna asked grabbing his hand. Nik just smiled at her and nodded, obviously shaken up inside.
"Bourbon?" Rebekah asked interrupting Brea's memory.
"Hmm?" she asked.
"Bourbon, I'm having a glass, want one?"
"Yeah, yeah, thanks," Brea said sitting up as Rebekah poured a glass. "Elena," she said confused as she saw her sister walk back into the house. "I said I'd meet you at home."
Rebekah groaned, "I thought I told you to leave. Twice."
"How do you know that Mikael killed your mother?" Elena asked.
Brea stood up. "Where are you going with this?" she asked her sister.
"Nik was there. He told me," Rebekah answered holding Brea's glass of bourbon out for her.
"He lied to you," Elena said walking further into the room.
"And how do you know that?" Rebekah asked.
"The cave where you carved your family's names is covered in symbols," Elena said walking up to Rebekah and Brea. "The story of your family. How your parents arrived. How they made peace. The spell that cursed one of your loves, that's Brea," she said slapping down printouts of the different stories. "The spell that turned them into vampires. The death of Brea and the reincarnation spell. And this," she said slamming a printout down and pointing to it. "This is the symbol for a hybrid. It's the combination of the werewolf and the vampire symbol. And this is the one for your mother," she said placing down a symbol.
"Her necklace," Rebekah realised.
"And this is the story of her death. The hybrid killed the original witch. Not Mikael. Klaus," she said and Brea moved forward to get a better look at the story. Elena was right.
"No," Rebekah said shaking her head frantically. "No, he wouldn't."
"She put the curse on him. Made it so that he would be the only one of his kind, and then she rejected him. With the werewolf gene comes aggression and violence. When he turned, all of that was heightened. He killed her, Rebekah."
"Elena," Brea warned, finally looking up from the story. She could see Elena was pushing Rebekah, and Rebekah was going to snap. "Stop."
Elena didn't heed her sister's warning and continued. "And then he made up this entire lie about your father so that he wouldn't lose you."
"These mean nothing," Rebekah yelled in denial. "They're just stupid drawings done by stupid people who had no idea who my family was," she said picking up all the photos and marching over to the fireplace and throwing them all in to watch them burn.
"Then why are you so upset?" Elena asked following Rebekah.
Brea moved toward Rebekah and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. "It's ok, just relax," Brea pleaded. "Elena! Leave!"
"Why are you doing this to me?" Rebekah asked, her body trembling. "I've done nothing to you."
"Klaus killed your mother. He has a hold on you, on me, on Brea, on everyone. He has for a thousand years. We have to make it stop."
This was enough to make Rebekah snap and she leapt out of Brea's arms and grabbed Elena by the throat and slammed her against a wall. "Shut up! Just shut up! Don't talk anymore! Nothing," she screamed.
Elena grunted in fright and Brea ran forward and placed a hand on Rebekah's shoulder, "Bekah," she whimpered and Rebekah slowly released Elena before spinning around and allowing Brea to pull her in for a hug. Rebekah bawled as she and Brea slowly moved to sit down on the floor. Brea held Rebekah as she cried, her own eyes filling with tears. "It's ok. It's ok. It's ok, Bekah," Brea comforted. "Please go," she said quietly to her sister and Elena nodded before turning and making her way out of the house.
"Please don't leave me," Rebekah cried.
"I won't. I won't leave you, I promise," Brea said as she held her friend.