Good to You

Chapter Seventeen

Rebekah sat in confessional. It was ironic considering who and what she was. "I should never have come back here. This is the town where I fell in love - and where love failed us. I assume you know who I'm talking about?"

"You should know Marcel and I are not on the best of terms right now."' Father Kieran informed her.

"But you are an active priest, are you not?" asked Rebekah. "Ready and able to hear my confession?"

"Usually the word "willing" falls somewhere in that sentence. Are you even Catholic?" Father Kieran questioned, he really doubted it.

"I've been on this Earth for a thousand years. I can't say for certain that I believe in anything like a God, but I need absolution. From someone. Anyone. So will you hear my confession or not?" Rebekah was growing impatient, she came here to get stuff off her chest not deal with someone judging her.

Father Kieran nodded unseen by Rebekah.

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." Rebekah began. "I am a liar, a betrayer. I have conspired against my own blood and I doubt even your God could save me."

24 Hours Earlier

Klaus bit into the young woman's wrist. Normally Caroline would be bothered by someone being turned into a compelled blood bag but she since had learned that the woman wasn't being compelled and was being paid quite a lot of money by Elijah to tap a vein.

Still, Caroline preferred her blood bags rather than drinking from a girl's wrist, for her guilty conscious sake at least.

"Love," Klaus held the woman's wrist out to her in an offering.

"No, I'm good," she lifted up her glass of blood as she waved him off, taking a drink.

Klaus dropped the woman's wrist with a nod, focusing back on Rebekah who sat opposite of him, drinking from a cup. The table between them was full of breakfast food just waiting to be eaten. "Have you spoken to our good friend Marcel today?"

"No, should I have?" Rebekah said in reply, her eyes flickering to Caroline briefly.

"He's been mysteriously silent - avoiding me, some might say. I thought perhaps he may have whispered reasons into your ear. Along with all of those sweet nothings." Klaus taunted.

Caroline looked up from texting Stefan glancing between the siblings with an arched brow. The tension between them was heavy with underlining issues. For the moment she was choosing not to interfere.

"If I see him I'll be sure to ask if he's still sore at you," replied Rebekah, looking at Klaus with cold eyes.

"Let me give a voice to that look in your eyes," said Klaus, seeing the accusing look she had been giving him. "My saintly noble brother lies writhing in agony in the bayou, victim of my bastard-brother's-bite when just one or two drops of his blood would ease his pain."

"On the contrary, Nik, I am simply enjoying my break waiting for Elijah's healthy return." She countered dismissively.

"Oh, come on Rebekah, you've been giving me the devil's eye all morning." Klaus pointed out. "Out with it!"

"Perhaps I'm concerned that if I voice my opinion about what you did to Elijah, I will end up on the wrong side of your toxic hybrid teeth," said Rebekah, frowning.

"Poppycock!" Klaus leaned forward. " I would never bite you. Elijah made some very offensive accusations about my intentions towards my children. He deserves a day or two of discomfort. Besides, you know my preferred method of punishment for your indiscretions is the dagger."