Sweet Dreams | Finn Mikaelson (book 2)

19. The Vampire Who Cannot Dress Himself (Finn)

A/N: Hi! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. I think it's fun, cause I like Bekah and Finn being closer and all. I think its cute. anyways COMMENT AND VOTE PLEASE.

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City of Somnia, Kingdom of Lacertus, southern Italy. 1424.

Not even five minutes after Elijah disappeared, Finn ran into Alexander.

"Finn." He said dryly, his polite tone and formal nod only barely hiding an angry animosity.

"Alexander," Find nodded, swallowing. "Have you seen where Elijah went?"

"No," Alexander forced a fake smile. "I'm sure he must be alright, especially with Lady Katerina as his companion..." he said, allowing the smile to fall of his lips as his tone turned bitter, his eyes glittering with rage and worry. "Have you seen Lady Rebekah?"

"No. Why?" Finn frowned, trying to shake off his disappointment at not finding Fran and the bitter taste of his strange conversation with Elijah. He looked deep into Alexander's eyes, and Finn was suddenly worried about his sister's safety. "Is everything alright?"

"Yes," Alexander said, blinking in confusion. "Of course... but she has been looking for you. You should go to her. She mention the indoor patio in the southwest--"

"Thank you," Finn muttered, rushing through the halls to meet his sister.

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Finn found Rebekah walking aimlessly around the southwest patio, stopping occasionally to stare into the dark blue muddy waters of the angel theme water fountain. Rebekah had a bottle of wine in her hand and a disgruntled look on her face.

"There you are!" she said, smiling and rushing to his side. "And dressed like a drunk, color blind madman..."

"And you are up early." Finn said, trying to pull his mind away from how insecure his sister's words made him feel.

"Haven't gone to bed yet... Alissa came back last night and we spent the whole bloody night talking..." she yawned, a dumb smile playing on her lips.

"Are you alright? You look different...." he smiled, squeezing her hand.

"I feel fantastic!" she laughed, spinning around in her long pink dress.

"That's great, Bekah... I'm glad you have found a friend here..." he smiled, a new question burning his mind. "But... who's Alissa again?"

Rebekah giggled. "She is my maid, Finn." she sighed, her eyes jumping to the flowers in the corridors. "And she is wonderful..." she hummed, lost in thought.

"Do you... want me to meet this Alissa?" Finn smiled, unsure, "Alexander said you were looking for me..."

"Yes, I was. Looked for you everywhere. But no, that's not why I wanted to see you..." Rebekah wrapped her arm around him, guiding Finn through the patio. "I went to your room earlier today. Gods! What a mess!" she sighed, her eyes analyzing him from head to toe. "No wonder every day your outfits are worse, and you always look like a beggar... I don't know how you can find anything in that bloody mess! We haven't been here for that long. How did you even managed that?"

Finn blushed, looking away to hide his shame. He stopped walking and freed his arm from her grip.

How could he tell his little sister that, sometimes, he had violent nightmares, and when he was half awake after them, in his crazed state, he sometimes ravaged through his room, desperately trying to find a way to forget his terrible dreams? Rebekah could never understand it; she would only worry, or worse, think Finn was going mad.