blood & water || DISCONTINUED rebekah mikaelson

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Alisha POV

I watched as Ocean stormed off, presumebly a trail of destruction in her wake. I watched as Rebekah followed after her, much like a lost puppy. I watched as Elijah stopped her, spun her and held her as if she were nothing but a delicate flower. I've always been an observer. Honestly it was inspiring, seeing everything in closer detail, but the older I grew the closer I came to the realisation that it is nothing but the opposite. To observe in such great detail is to pick apart every movement, every emotion, every word, both unspoken and verbal. Everything and everything. 

Ocean is a great example in my observations. Reason being the pure blindness she envelopes herself in on a daily basis. The pure hypocricy and hatred she spits out of her mouth is beyond me. In saying this, she's my little sister and I would hex anyone that tried to say the same. She'd mumbled millions of snarky remarks about my current relationship as if she'd not dated Marcel herself. As if she still didn't hold him to the account she always has. As if she couldn't feel it when she touched Rebekah. Another thing I'd seen was the veins protuding under Rebekah's doe eyes and the way Elijah had been so quick to play it off. Which meant one of two things, they'd been past lovers or friends. Either made me uncomfortable to think about. There were a million little things I'd noticed that were otherwise forgotten. Thinking back, it started when Ocean was born. The angel girl. The apple of my parents eyes. For gods sake, I'd be named Alisha while my younger sister was named Ocean. The thing that held the greatest significance to my parents. Their first date was by the beach, they'd found out both pregnancies by the river, they'd gotten married by the water. Everything revolved around the water, in turn everything revolved around Ocean. It'd been no secret they favourited her, it didn't hurt me as much as it could've. I've always had my grandma, without her I'm afraid my story might've been different.

Confusion is an understatement. I was discombobulated when Rebekah and Elijah decided that walking over to me was a great decision. I wanted to cry. I wanted to break down. I couldn't though, so instead I slowly got out of my seat, head downward. 

"Alisha?" Elijah whispered.

Now don't get me wrong, I love Elijah and usually I am not a rash kind of person but this loving facade he was giving was downright cruel. My hand slightly shakes as I harshly grip on what's left of my red wine glass.

A wave of every emotion I've ever known washes over me as my leftover drink washes over Elijah's freshly dry cleaned suit. It felt refreshing.

"What is this?" I whisper-shout, half-turning to place my empty glass on the table. My glances switching between each of the guilty pair in front of me.

Rebekah quickly wipes her remaining tears away as she stiffles a laugh. Elijah looks as if he's going to explode, maybe malfunction. That's when the realisation sets between them.

"Oh. My. God" Rebekah giggles. What the fuck?

"Alisha, I'm Rebekah Mikaelson... Elijah's little sister" 

Oh. My. God.

A/N: 

WORDCOUNT - 537

this is just a short piece to sorta catch up everyone's perspectives for the next chapter 😁 sorry for how short it is, i haven't had much motivation to write over the past week but i PROMISE next chapter is going to be longer and WILD. but i think ya'll already know that 😜 thank u guys SO MUCH for reading and interacting with my story so far!!!! i appreciate it sm. remember to vote or leave a comment if ur liking the story so far!!! ily 💝💞💗