Red Thread ▹ Rebekah Mikaelson

02.

red thread.

02. she stood in the middle of the woods & was made of porcelain

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     "Are you okay? Is Ray getting heavy?"

If looks could kill, Klaus would be dead from the glare he was receiving from Foster. She was pissed to say the least. Not only does she have a smug asshole actually trying to make conversation, she didn't sleep and the smell of Ray's blood is actually disgusting. It almost smells rotten.

"I'm fine," Stefan said flatly. He's basically in the same mood as his sister―pissed off and tired.

Klaus turned back at the two. "You sure about that? We've been walking for sometime now. Do you need some water or a little sit-down?"

"I could definitely sink my teeth into your carotid," Foster deadpanned, earning only a glance from Stefan (who refused to show any emotion in front of Klaus) and a surprised (and mildly concerned) look from Klaus.

"You're craving my blood, or just blood in general?"

"Anything red and coppery will do."

"What about Stefan's?"

Foster looked at him frustrated and then to Stefan apologetically. "I want to drain you both."

"I get that we're stuck together, but if we could maybe just skip the chitchat, it's be great," Stefan chimed in, diverting attention from Foster.

"So much brooding," Klaus mused. "Your self-loathing is suffocating you, my friend."

"Maybe it's because I'm a little tired of hunting werewolves. We've been at it all summer."

"Thanks to our pal, Ray, we've found ourselves a pack."

Foster trained her eyes in front of her at the dozen of people setting up tents. She was the first to approach―the hunger in her eyes growing as she stared at the only human in the group. She can hear Stefan drop a still "dead" Ray on the ground.

"Ray! Oh my god." Foster tilted her head as the girl ran to check on the bloodied man before looking up at her and Stefan. "Who are you?"

Klaus, opting for a semi-dramatic entrance, walked forward. "The important question is, who am I? Please forgive the intrusion. My name is Klaus."

The girl and the human stood slowly, fear written on their faces. "You're the hybrid."

Klaus' lips turned up into a sinister grin. "You've heard of me. Fantastic."

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"A lot of us like to keep to ourselves on the full moon," Tyler told Elena from across the table. "Chain ourselves up, but there are some werewolves who like to gather in places where they don't have to do that. Where they can enjoy it?"

"What kind of places?" Elena asked.

Tyler shrugged. "Mountains, state parks, deserts, that kind of stuff."

"Anywhere in Tennessee?"

"Yeah. Here, give me your phone. I'll try to pull up a map."

Elena did as he asked and handed him her phone. "Thanks for this. I know it's asking a lot."

"As Caroline likes to remind me, Stefan and Foster are this mess because I bit Damon. I figure I owe you one," Tyler said, his voice cracking a little over Foster's name. "Have you gotten anymore voicemails from her?"