TVDU one shots ; mainly gxg

(rebekah/elena) My Own Work Of Art

SergeantPixie on ao3

When Elena asked if she and Rebekah could talk after school, she hadn't expected this. The compelled girls prancing around as Rebekah's own personal fashion show were unsettling, but not entirely unexpected. She was, after all, Klaus's sister. Even the threat of violence unless Elena played along wasn't surprising.

It was only when Rebekah tossed her hair over her shoulder and nonchalantly informed her that she had to make sure that her dress didn't clash with the red one she'd picked out that Elena was finally taken by surprise.

"Excuse me?" Elena asked, caught off guard. Rebekah huffed out a long sigh—exasperated that the pretty brunette had been unable to read between the lines.

"Now that we know my dress is red, make sure yours doesn't clash," Rebekah repeated slowly.

Elena blinked at her, not understanding. "Why does it matter if my dress clashes with yours?"

Rebekah rolled her eyes and sat back down gracefully. She'd already dismissed the girls from the room, so it was just her and Elena in the Salvatores' living room.

"It's customary to bring a date to a school dance—and I've gathered that whoever has the prettiest date 'wins' so to speak," Rebekah said primly. "Now you might not be quite as pretty as the original, but even the ugliest Petrova is prettier than anyone else."

Rebekah gave her an earnest smile. Elena opened her mouth, and then quite abruptly closed it. She cocked her head to the side.

"Thank you?" she guessed. In a backwards way, Rebekah had called her pretty. Rebekah nodded benevolently.

"You're welcome, love," Rebekah chirped sweetly, grinning brightly at her. "So it's a date then?"

Elena shook her head, trying to organize her thoughts. This entire encounter had her all turned around. She sat down on the couch across from Rebekah.

"You don't even like me," Elena reminded her. "Why are you asking me to be your Homecoming date?"

Rebekah looked taken aback.

"I don't dislike you," she declared, looking wounded. "I barely know you, darling. As for why I'm asking you, as I've already said, I want to win, so I must have the prettiest date at the dance," Rebekah explained logically. "Besides, my brother seems quite taken with you, so you must be worth getting to know," she added.

Elena blinked, unable to process what she was hearing. Focusing on what Rebekah had said last, she frowned.

"Klaus isn't taken with me," Elena denied, suppressing a shudder. "He just needs my blood to make his hybrids," Elena reminded her. Rebekah gave her a pitying look.

"Oh love, of course he is," she insisted. "After all, it's not every day that a pretty girl tells him to go to hell."

Elena's eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"I said that after he murdered my aunt," Elena said. "Right before he killed me."

"That wasn't personal, darling," Rebekah replied pityingly.

Elena blinked and wondered if she was having an out of body experience.

"He killed me," she repeated.

"I never said you had to like him for it," Rebekah said. "At any rate, he finds you fascinating, as do I."

Elena stared at her, dumfounded.

Rebekah raked her eyes over Elena's form appreciatively.

"His loss is my gain," she purred. Elena gave her an incredulous look.