Fix You

Chapter 7

"You do realize that this realtor probably thinks we're a couple?" I announce to Niklaus as I slam my car door. I stare up at the old Victorian house that sits just outside of town. Niklaus rolls his eyes at me as I lean against my car waiting for the realtor. I would have bought the thing on the spot, but I had to be at least a little sensible.
"You're going buy this is lace, anyways. What's the point in seeing it?" He asks and I shrug.
"To appear normal." I say and check the time on my phone and frown.
"He cancelled. He's not coming." I say and then type out a response to the realtor asking to just put an offer in for the full price. And then asking how much it would cost to close early seeing as it's sitting empty.
The realtor gets back quickly confirming my wants.
"This time tomorrow, I might be a home owner again." I say with a sigh. Looking up at it, I know it's gonna need repainted. And the garden is going to need a lot of work, it's overgrown and I can see remnants of pavers.
"It's the complete opposite of your childhood home." Niklaus says looking up at it with me.
"It has a tower, and no secret rooms in the attic." I say, mostly saying the last part to myself. Niklaus gives me a puzzled look and I shrug at him, not giving an answer. A call buzzed through, showing the millionth call from Damon but I hit decline. That way he knows I'm alive, but I don't feel like talking.
"I don't know if I should go pick out paint and hire a contractor. Or just wait in case they don't take my offer." I say crossing my arms over my chest. From just around the east corner of the house, I can see a run down gazebo and my heart swells with want.
"They'll take it, if they don't, offer more until they do." Niklaus says and I roll my eyes.
"I have so many plans for this place. Do you know how long it's been since I planned anything?" I say as I walk back to my car.
"I haven't planned anything since my fifth birthday. And even then I didn't do much planning." I tell him as I slide behind the wheel. I can picture exactly how I want this place to look in my head, and for a brief moment I think about telling the realtor to double my already generous offer. But I decide to let it be.

Once again, I find myself missing Rebekah and cursing Stefan in the same breath. If my boneheaded brother hadn't screwed up she'd still be here. Of course, I'm assuming that's what happened after she disappeared with Niklaus in the middle of the night. Stefan and I got into a horrendous screaming match, made so much worse considering his status at the time. But, we don't talk about that time. Stefan and I went our separate ways after Chicago, the one and only time I was willing living with him outside of Mystic Falls. And I haven't seen Rebekah since, and it's not for lacking of trying. Part of me wants to keep pushing Niklaus until he tells me where she is. But my grace with him only goes so far, and frankly I currently like my heart inside my chest.

I kick my feet up on the table in front of the couch in my hotel room, scrolling mindlessly through my phone. There's a loud knock at my door and I stand confused, just staring at it for a long moment. I walk to it and peel through the spy hole and my heart skips a beat in my chest. I throw it open to see Rebekah standing on the other side.
"Where have you been?" I ask and then immediately see the anger in her being.
"Oh my wonderful brother didn't tell you? In a box with a dagger in my chest." She snarls as I motion for her to step inside.
"What?" I ask confused, trying to furiously put the puzzle pieces into place.
"Of course he didn't tell you, you might've talked him out of doing it." She says with an eye roll and I just stare at her.
"So he's known this entire time where you were?" I ask, mostly to myself.
"Of course he did, he put me there. And our other siblings in the name of family." She says and I blink at her.
"There's more Mikaelsons? I can barely handle the three I know." I say and shake my head.
"I said the same the first time Stefan mentioned he had a sister." Rebekah says and I roll my eyes.
"It's truthfully a miracle he even mentioned my existence." I say and then pour two flutes of champagne.
"For what it's worth, Rebekah, I intend to guilt Niklaus for his behavior. As the only one who can seemingly get away with it." I tell her and hand her her glass.
"He tells me you're buying a house." She says and I nod and then look at her clothes.
"Oh, he hasn't taking you shopping yet? You need to update with the times." I tell her and she faux pouts.
"Listen we'll swing by the manor," I say in a fake posh accent, "Borrow his credit card and go shopping. Meanwhile, feel free to raid my luggage. It's not exactly your taste but it's better than what you have now." I tell her and she gives me a playful glare.
"I see you haven't grown out of the standard Salvatore all black attire." She remarks as she rummaged through my clothes.
"What can I say? I'm a creature of habit. At some point I'll introduce more color, I just currently don't feel like it." I say and a few minutes later we've piled into my car.

"Do you want me to go in and get it?" I ask and then see Niklaus emerge from the house with my brother, my eyes narrow at the sight of them together.
"Just the ladies I wanted to see." Niklaus says and I lock my jaw in anger.
"I suppose it's time to go shopping." He says and my knuckles turn white on the steering wheel but I don't object when they slide into the car.