Red Thread ▹ Rebekah Mikaelson

04.

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04. a girl made of splinters isn't built for love

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If one could actually run away from awkwardness, Foster would have literally board a plane and fly to Switzerland. After she had regained her lost memories, she walked away. She didn't want to deal with it, and maybe that selfish and wrong of her, but that's how she deals with stuff.

Other people drink their problems away like Damon. Some channel their problems into art, like Klaus. Those like Foster, they walk away. But since she was indebted to an original dick hybrid, she can't exactly do that. So she opted for sitting quietly and staying near Stefan.

Though the main reason she would much rather stay quiet was the blonde currently trying on dresses. The necklace that she vividly remembered hanging around Rebekah's neck in the twenties was the same necklace hanging around Elena's very much alive neck now. Foster was just counting down the days when Klaus found out both she and Stefan had been lying to him.

"Someone come zip me!" Rebekah called out from the dressing room.

Klaus and Stefan both look at Foster expectantly, though her eyes stay on the ground until she felt them. Her eyes widened when she realized what they want her to do.

"What? No!" she hissed at the males. "You're her brother, Klaus, you do it!" Klaus only shook his head and pointed stubbornly at the room. "I will kill you." Foster glared at them both for a second longer before begrudgingly standing and going behind the curtains.

She sucked in a breath when she walked in, Rebekah's exposed back being the first thing she was faced with. "Um - you called?" she asked, cringing internally at her awkward tone.

Rebekah turned around, holding the dress up so it didn't fall, something Foster was incredibly thankful for. "Yes, I can't reach the zipper. Could you?"

Hesitantly, Foster swiped Rebekah's blonde hair out of the way and reached for the small piece of metal, zipped it up, and let out a sigh of relief as she did. Her eyes widened at the goosebumps that arised on Rebekah's skin, she then cursed her self for actually paying so much attention to it.

"Thank you." Foster nodded and made a move to leave the room, pulling the curtain shut as she did.

As she entered the main part of the store, she walked over and slapped Klaus over the head.

"What was that for?" he asked, though his smirk told her he already knew.

"Fuck you." She then turned to Stefan. "And fuck you too. In fact, how about you fuck each other and leave me alone." With that, she walked out of the shop.

"There has to be more to this dress," Rebekah said as she walked from the dressing rooms. The black dress fell mid thigh.

"There's not." Klaus' tone suggested he was about fifty shades of done with shopping.

"So women in the twenty first century dress like prostitutes, then? You know, I got dirty looks for wearing trousers."

"You wore trousers so women today could wear nothing."

"And what is this music? Sounds like a cable car accident."

"It's dance music," Stefan chimed in, breaking the siblings from what seemed like an upcoming debate.

Rebekah raised her eyebrows at him. "People dance to this?"

"Are you done?" Klaus snapped irritably.