𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧- 𝐄.𝐌

19. Self-Hate

Maeve strolled into the lobby area of the hotel. She fixed her hair once again and plugged in her iPod.

𝖱𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝖣𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝖲𝗎𝗀𝖺𝗋𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖺𝗇𝗀 began through the earphones. Maeve stood leaning on a wall listening to the song, waiting for the rest of them to come out. The earphone in her right ear was snatched catching her attention. She looked to her right to see Rebekah standing there listening in.

"What kind of an absurd song is this?" Rebekah scowled handing her the earphone back.

"Only the most amazing rap ever written." defensively Maeve stated taking the earphone back. "Then again, can't blame you. The last music you heard was flapper music from twenties. Don't worry, we've got time, I'll introduce you to a wonder of music. Between you and me, today's music isn't all that happening."

"I'll have to take your word for it." Rebekah stepped around her and now in front, "so what's your story?"

"Story?"

"Yeah. Story. Stefan I understand...he's friend with Nik but you...what's your reason?"

"Long boring story."

"One that no longer is the same." added Klaus. "I am sure you two would have days to exchange your life stories, for now let's get on a move. We also have to visit the witch." Klaus walked away with wounding his arms around his back.

"He's been a stiff all summer. Is this because of what's happening or is it his personality trait?"

"More like the entire personality if you ask me." whispered back Rebekah.

Maeve empathetically held Rebekah's hands in hers and looked at her, "you poor child. It must have been insufferable having to handle all of that." she gestured at Klaus who now stood by the door, "I mean...one summer and I have thought of murdering him almost every other week if not day."

"Trust me I've had those thoughts myself a couple of times." Rebekah agreed with a giggle making even Maeve giggle along.

"I can hear you, you know." Klaus shouted making both cackle even loudly.

"Unfortunate. Close your ears." chastised Maeve poking her tongue out.

Stefan came out of his room not thirty seconds later putting a stop to an argument about to boil.

Inside a boutique in Chicago, Klaus stayed sprawled over a couch holding a glass of champagne. Stefan sat next to him having a glass himself.

Rebekah pushed aside the curtains and stepped out of the changing room with a scowl. "There has to be more to this dress."

"There's not." denoted Klaus least bit interested in Rebekah's search for dresses.

"So, the women in the twenty first century dress like prostitutes then." She retorted. 

Maeve feigned hurt pressing a hand to her chest, "I am taking that to offence."

"Not you darling. You seem to have a fashion sense. You know I got dirty looks for wearing trousers." Rebekah added smiling at Maeve. Maeve was scouring through shelves finding a perfect match of an outfit for Rebekah.

"You were trousers. So, women today could wear nothing." Klaus commented.

"Men would prefer that" Maeve muttered but it didn't go unnoticed by supernatural hearing. She heard them chuckle at her blunt mumble but kept doing her work.

"What is this music? It sounds like a cable car accident." Rebekah complained.

"This is Dance music." Stefan explained.