𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙔 𝙁𝙄𝙑𝙀
ミ★ ( something wicked, act two ) ★彡Rhea had done something horrible. She didn't fight. It was ironic how her parents would always say that fighting was never the answer when she and Tyler were growing up, but, as they came into the real world where the supernatural existed, they came to realise that fighting was the only answer. She didn't fight. She didn't fight hard enough to not give into the temptation of breaking her curse, then she didn't fight hard enough against Klaus when he forced her to become a hybrid, she didn't fight hard enough to protect her brother; and now she didn't fight to protect Klaus from being desiccated. She didn't fucking fight.
Then she had to break the news to Klaus' brother—her soulmate—that she couldn't stop it. Klaus was a sitting duck and an easy target for Alaric who was still roaming the earth, and would most likely be for a couple of decades since he was linked to Elena. In order to Alaric to go, Elena had to die; and well, the Salvatores would never let that happen. The Salvatores would much rather they put almost everyone else in danger if Alaric managed to off one of the Originals in exchange for Elena's life.
Rhea knew it was such a horrible thing to think about—Elena was one of her best friends for years—but, at the end of the day, she was a realist. She knew that one life in exchange for millions was the obvious choice. How awful of her to think such things about the girl she fought to protect once upon a time. It felt like eons ago when Rhea thought about the time that she always tried to protect Elena. She always tried to throw herself in the middle of the danger in order to stop it from getting towards the doe-eyed girl, but, something had woken her up to the reality that was their situation: Rhea always fought for Elena, but, Elena barely fought for Rhea.
If the situation were reversed, Elena would let her and Tyler die and claim that it was for the greater good or that she tried to stop the Salvatores from reaching that solution, but, the reality was that she barely lifted a finger.
Elena's selfishness would be the death of Rhea Lockwood.
It was a bitter truth pill that Rhea had to swallow about someone that was her best friend. In fact, she felt that way about a lot of her friends—she really couldn't tell where she stood with a lot of them and if she could really call them her friends now that her alliances were slowly standing with the Mikaelsons rather than the people she grew up with.
Caroline would always have Rhea's back, that much she knew, but, there would be times where Rhea hated the position she was putting the blonde in. It was always such an ugly proposition to put a friend in; the whole 'me or them' thing never really sat right with Rhea. She hated getting the proposition and she hated giving it, but lately it was what her life surrounded around.
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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ― 𝐞. 𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧¹
Fanfiction𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 | ❝Tell the wolves I'm home.❞ Rhea Lockwood never really believed in the supernatural. She was often seen as a realist and usually laughed whenever someone brought up the possibility of it ever occurring in her s...