Stone Cold

Down It Goes

A/N: Be warned, various changes with this chapter-- you'll understand when you see the episode mash-up. I loved these episodes and couldn't help myself...

Chapter Fifty-Two

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"You're pouting."

The ever so subtle and caring words of one Rebekah Mikaelson greeted Brigs. The two words causing the witch to look up from the book resting in her lap as she lounged in the chair beside her bedroom window. Not having noticed the blonde's presence in the doorway until she had spoken.

The sight of Brigs sitting around her room in the Mikaelson home had become normal over the course of the last few days. Ever since the witch had returned to the house after saying her goodbye to Thierry in Marcel's garden. Promptly ignoring all of Marcel's attempts at calling or texting her-- the younger vampire still oblivious as to where she was staying when not at his compound in the Quarter. Since her arrival, she had also spoken little. Only truly talking to Hayley when the young woman ventured up to her room while ignoring Klaus' feeble attempts to strike up a conversation with his sister-in-law.

Yes, Brigs was pouting, and Rebekah was fed up with it.

"Tell me, are you pouting over the fact that Marcel has yet to deliver on his promise to return Elijah to us or are you pouting because our wicked brother got your trumpet-playing boytoy locked away for a century?" Rebekah questioned as she moved deeper into the room. Her eyes scanning over the room's simple decorations-- nothing of any real personal value or significance in sight.

"His name is Thierry." Brigs spoke through clenched teeth, returning her gaze to the book in her hands.

"Right," Rebekah rolled her eyes, claiming a seat on the end of the queen-sized bed. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I was under the impression you were still heartbroken over your dead hunter? Or did we all miss your acceptance stage of grieving when you jumped back into bed with Marcel's right-hand man?"

"Rebekah..." Brigs paused for a moment. Finally closing her book with the realization that the blonde had no intention of letting her continue in peace. Her thumb absentmindedly rubbing against the band of the ring that rested on her ring finger. "You and I might have been close before, but that was a thousand years ago. So don't come into my room and pretend like you have any idea who I am now."

"I don't know you? Well let's test that, hmm?" The smirk resting on Rebekah's lips became tighter, her eyes narrowing slightly as she eyed the witch before her. "We could start with the obvious, how you hate yourself and the fact that you're still alive. No doubt you have tried to kill yourself again and again over the years, but never finding any true success. You try your hardest to convince yourself that you hate vampires, yet repeatedly let some close to you. First that Garrett man that I heard about, Marcel and his men, the Salvatore brothers, and lovely Caroline.

"Just like before, you constantly let people walk all over you. Back then it was Elijah-- your newlywed husband who had obsessed with another woman. Nowadays it ranges from Elena Gilbert and her bunch to Klaus, Marcel, and whoever else you're trying to please here." Rebekah continued, not holding any blows as her words continued to cut into Brigs. The witch's nails digging into the frail spine of the book in her hands. "And all these years you've been trying to find love. Trying to fill that part of your heart that has been empty and broken for so long. There was Thierry and when that didn't work out there was Alaric. Two men that you claim to have loved, but still left for one reason or another. Now, why do you think that is?"

"I didn't claim to love them. I did," Brigs scowled at the other woman's insinuation. Insinuating that she had never truly had feelings for Thierry or Alaric. That she had just been stringing them along for her own fun or whatnot.