Prank Night Fall Out

9. Chicago Again

Pairing: Klaus/Rebekah (M/F) hairbrush

Rebekah/Klaus (F/M) hairbrush

Chapter Text

"The best thing about having four big brothers is you always have someone to do something for you." — Chloe Moretz

Klaus' Mansion

Mystic Falls, Virginia, 2010

Greta had such lovely things, Rebekah though, fingering another leather tank top in a rich claret color. The color or blood. Rebekah also had fun playing in the late witch's make-up and jewelry bad, though she was not sure what some of the items were. There were so many sprays and powders. It wasn't like Greta had smallpox scars to hide, why did she need so many cosmetics. Odd.

When Rebekah found the large black paddle brush she knew exactly what she would use it for, or whom, she corrected. To her, it was only a few years ago when her domineering brother had paddled the daylights out of her for wearing trouser pants. She was still furious.

Chicago, 1920

"Rebekah, you either start behaving or I'm going to enroll you in the Girls' Boarding School down the street, do you understand?" Klaus snarled. They lived in an apartment building in the heart of the city. He thought it was enough of a change from New Orleans, while also providing a good hiding spot. They had to keep a low profile, though. Mikael was never far from Klaus' thoughts.

Rebekah smirked, "Niklaus, you are my brother, not my father. Which may be a good thing since Father wants to kill us. Anyway, it is 6am, I am just getting home so please shut up and let me sleep." She threw her handbag down on the shoddy sofa and kicked up her shoes on the threadbare carpet. This was not the style they were accustomed to, but it had to work.

Klaus fumed, "If I were your father, I'll put you over my knee and give you a spanking! We will talk about this later when you are sober."

"A spanking? Ha, try it, old man. I may not be as strong as you, but I am still an Original vampire. Now, bugger off, Nik," Rebekah said pushing her angry blond brother aside. A spanking, what a fool he was.

"You would not be behaving like this if Elijah were here!" Klaus shouted to an empty room. He sat down on the couch and put his heads in his head. He had lost his brother and his son, and his city. Rebekah was all Klaus had now. He could not lose her, too.

Next day

Klaus was reading the newspaper when Rebekah came to the table.

"Good morning," she said primly.

"Good morning? It's 4pm, luv," Klaus said putting down the newspaper.

"Oh, it is. I was tired. We had a fine time at the club last night. Imogene got so drunk that...," Rebekah stopped when she saw the look on Klaus' face.

"I do not like this new suffragette friends of yours, Rebekah. I am glad you have made friends and are out of bed, but Father is looking for us. These rabble rousers are likely to get put in the paper or worse!" Klaus insisted.

"But it is not right. Woman need the vote, Niklaus. I know you agree with that. If I cannot fight for what is right, then what is the point?" Rebekah argued.

"Sweetheart, you know I do agree and I believe woman are equal, if not superior to man. What concerns me is you getting caught up in some sweep and end up in the paper? Then, we have to start all over again," Klaus said tiredly. "We are just getting settled here. I am hoping Elijah can join us soon."

"Elijah is in bloody Europe! Marcel is dead. I am not leaving Chicago. I don't care what the hell happens, Nik. I don't care," Rebekah sobbed. Klaus got up and embraced her. She pushed him away, but he persisted.