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It was different being next to someone and they actually were acknowledging you. I had spent such a long time following around people, especially the Mikaelsons. They interested me. The family drama really came close to home for me. Not to mention the men were like eye candy for me. Even Rebekah was stunning.
Sure, I've followed others in my long life of Mind Walking, that's what I call it. Mind Walking. Being desiccated doesn't make me appear on the Other side. It actually only puts me in a dark pit of emptiness and loneliness. But years of that led me to using some of my power to mind walk into something like a mirror world. Everything was like looking through a mirror. Some others were lucky enough to figure out how to do that as well. But not many.
I did have a few favorites of who I followed around though. The Mikaelson's being the top of that list. But I also rather enjoyed following Katerina Pertrova. She was always a fun follow. Watching her mind games play out and how she would survive life. She was the one to introduce me to the Salvatores. Now those two are a handful.
"You mentioned my mother? Earlier.." Rebekah spoke up as she drove. I had hitched a ride to their house. Not like I owned a car. Or wanted to learn how to drive one. I picked at my finger nail as I pursed my lips.
"Oh, yes. She's dead." The car swerved slightly at that revelation. Rebekah clearly seemed angered by my words. Her hands tight on the steering wheel. "Did you forget my mention of her being evil? She came to me hoping for my corporation on your demise."
"My mother would never-" She tried but I shook my head at her.
"She would. Esther had regretted turning her children into vampires from the night it happened. The moment she watched her sons drink from others. Although, I'm not quite sure what she thought I would do to help. I am the source of it all. I had leant my power to her to create you all." I explained to her, glancing up at the angry blonde who seemed to be going through a midlife crisis at the thought of her mother being unhinged.
"We were created from you? The source? What does that even mean?"
"Well it's just as it seems. I'm the source of all things. Not related though. That was whoever father forced onto Adam when I was banished. Maybe some spitfire or something. I didn't check in on them." I ranted.
"So my mother wanted us dead?" She questioned. Her voice was small. I looked at her with a frown.
"If it makes you feel any better, she is dead now. And when I kill someone- they never come back." I waved my hand around as an exaggeration, a flame weaving in and out of my fingers playfully. "It's the perk of being the source. I can permanently remove a supernatural easily. Just a simple snap of the neck would get rid of anything."
"You-" Rebekah stopped herself. I could see she was trying to decide on what she wanted to say. She was known to blow up on things. Her temper rivaled her brother, Niklaus'. And she had nothing against her mother before now.
