A Vampire's Love; the untold story

Chapter 42

 Rebekah walks in Marcel's loft. She looks around, and doesn't see him anywhere.  Great. I won't have to give any explanation why I have to take the books.  She thinks. She walks to the kitchen which she doesn't enter, and walks towards the room Davina used to stay in. She opens the door, and sees all of Davina's stuff. 'Seriously Marcel' she talks by herself, thinking that Marcel couldn't even get rid of Davina's stuff, in the hopes she'd come back. She routs around the room, trying to find the books. When she finds the books, she grabs them, and walks out of the room. She walks to the exit, when she sees Marcel walking in.

 'Rebekah' he says when he sees her. He notices the books she's holding. 'What are you doing here?' he asks and she shrugs. 'I was bored, and I though, why don't I go at Marcel's place and steal a few books' she says sarcastically. He rolls his eyes. 'What do you want, Rebekah?' He asks again. She sighs and looks at him. 'My mother's back. Kol and Freya are going through our mother's grimoires and for some reason they wanted the Claires' grimoires as well.' He looks at her, raising an eyebrow. 'Your mother is back? Esther?' He asks, since he can't believe that the evil witch of the family could be alive. 'Yes Marcel, that's her name' Rebekah answers with a sarcastic tone. 'That's great' he sighs. 'Take whatever you want, I don't need anything from that room anyway' he says and she looks at him. 'Exactly, so clean it up, it has no point keeping that stuff.' He nods, knowing she's right. 'Will do.' She looks at him and nods in response, and she walks past him. 'Bekah, wait' he says grabbing her arm softly. She turns around, and looks at him. 'When are you coming back?' he asks, and she can see his emotions by the way he looks at her. He's upset, and he does want her to go back. 'I will. As soon as you realize that you cannot be with me and hate my brothers at the same time' she says. 'Fine Rebekah. Stay with them. Do what you want' he rolls his eyes and he lets go of her arm. She looks at him for a second, as he walks to the minibar to pour a drink for himself, and then she walks out.

 A few seconds later, using her vampire speed, she's at the compound. She walks upstairs, and walks into Freya's room. She sees Kol standing up, quickly, and the moment he sees the books, he grabs the abruptly. 'You could be nicer, Kol' she says and all she receives is the eyeroll he gave her. 'Shut it Rebekah' he says putting the books on the desk, looking for a specific one. 'Kol, slow down, you're acting in a really crazy way' Freya says. 'Oh sister, crazy runs in our veins, you'll get used to it' he says as he takes one book, and starts going through the pages. 'He's right' Rebekah says, shrugging her shoulders. 'Here it is. Freya, look at it' he says pointing at some symbols, and he grabs Esther's grimoire, and puts it right next to the Claires' grimoire. 'These are exactly the same' she says and he nods. 'I knew I'd seen them somewhere' he says and she looks at him. 'Yes, the Claires' are a family that has been in New Orleans, it's almost impossible for these to be connected' she says and he shakes his head. 'Nothing's impossible when it comes to magic Freya.' Kol's sentence isn't enough to convince her though. 'Look, the Claires aren't as old as our family. It can't be any ancestor of that family' she says. 'Generations change, things change, how do we know that there wasn't someone from the Claires, maybe not with that name? Things change, as the centuries went by, it could be the same bloodline but with different names, it has happened' Rebekah intervenes. 'Exactly my point' Kol says. 'So you tell me that, the witch that helped our mother, could be an ancestor of Davina? That's ridiculous' the oldest sister said, and the two younger ones looked at each other. 'It's not impossible' Kol says. 'Okay, and even if it happened, what does that have to do with these spells, the immortality spell, and the symbols, the fertility spell?' Freya asks. 'That maybe, in the Claires' spell books, there's a way to kill our mother' Kol says. 'So let's go through them, again, see if we can find something, anything' he says and gives a book to Freya. 'I have to go. I need to talk with Marcel and figure things out between us' Rebekah says and Freya nods in response. 'Go, we'll call you if we find anything' Freya says and Rebekah, after a nod, she leaves.

 Elijah is in his room, going through his journals. He has drunk a little bit more than he should, or more than his vampire body can take, so he knows that if he carries on drinking, soon enough, he'll be wasted. But he didn't care, he wanted to stop thinking of everything that's happening for a short period of time. Take a break. So, he poured another glass of the expensive whiskey, and took a sip. He had gone through every single journal of his, of every period of his life. There were pages describing his life by Klaus' side, as the centuries passed, pages about all the women he had loved. Pages about the Strix and Aya, about his Katerina, who now goes by Katherine, pages about Celeste Dubois, about Hayley, everything that he has been through. He looks at the last pages he had written something on. It was nine months after Hayley had died. For nine months, he was writing only about her. But then he stopped. He looks at the next pages, reading certain sentences.

 My brother gave me to Marcel's secret weapon, a witch named Davina Claire, like I am some prize, that he handed over [...] She took the dagger out [...] Turned out she was not a tool to Marcel [...] They had become family [...] She holds so much power, she's the most powerful witch New Orleans has ever seen [...] She is only a child [...] She looks angry, she does have a short temper [...] If she becomes a threat to my family, I will kill her with my own hand.

 He looks at the next page.

 The Harvest ritual, has made that child before me, into someone that acts like an adult, that knows what she wants. She is strong and independent, yet terrified to go out to the world [...] The witches are after her [...] The way she opened up to me, I could see it in her eyes. She was scared [...] That was when I swore to myself that I would not let any witch lay a finger on her. I have to protect her. No matter what.

 He takes a deep breath, and takes a sip of his whiskey, before moving on to the next page, that he wrote another day.

 That girl isn't the girl I thought it would be [...] She isn't bad, she was just mistreated. Her mother could not care less about her, and that hurt her [...]  I've been spending a lot of time at the attic with her. Even though she's very young, she's not childish at all, I enjoy the conversations we have [...] She excites me. The time I spend with her in the attic, she's achieved something I could not do myself for months. Let go of Hayley. When I walk into that attic, and see her, every bad thought, every thing that saddens me, disappears the moment I step into that room. I haven't felt like this in quite a long time. I want to protect the girl, to keep her safe from everyone who wants to harm her [...] I'm afraid I start feeling something for the girl [...] I do not know where that would lead me, but I am not willing to give these feelings up.

 He looks at the last sentence her wrote. That was the last thing he has written down. He closes the journal, and lets a sigh out.  

 I know I promised to post soon, and I'm sorry! But here's the 42th part! Hope you like it<333