Anemoia • Mikaelsons mate

Chapter 17

• • • Chicago, present day • • •

Rebekah looks at the face of her older brother, contemplating. She had just quenched her thirst with the guard that had loomed near her casket, after asking him the year they were currently in. He had been a gift from Niklaus, she assumed.

Niklaus had woken her for a reason, he needed her for something. She didn't believe nostalgia or a sudden longing for a family to have motivated her rage-full brother.

Rebekah had processed this thought and was now considering waking Elijah to punish Niklaus for her. She knew that Niklaus's anger would rain down on her as well as the promise of another few decades in her casket for her disobedience, but maybe Elijah would be able to dissipate Niklaus's anger.

A small part of her had hoped to see Elijah upon waking. It had been so very long since she had last seen him. Upon waking alone in a dark storage room, she had taken her anger and disappointment out on her casket, successfully destroying it, before noticing the other caskets, her family. She had sneaked a peek at Kol and had even managed to glimpse at Finn before quickly closing the lid to his casket again, guilt trickling in. She had not dared touching the unknown casket in the far corner.

Her fingers inch toward the dagger in Elijah's chest, before retracting her hand quickly. Her fear had won from her sense of righteousness. Elijah had always sided with Niklaus and would surely do so again. With a frustrated sigh, she closes Elijah's casket and walks off, in search of the exit and her traitorous brother Niklaus.

• • • England, April 1492 • • •

Elizabeth's fingers toy with the pendant of her necklace as she makes her way down the corridor, hoping to catch Rebekah asleep. Despite having woken up four hours ago to get a head start with the laundry, she liked to sneak into Rebekah's warm and welcoming bed to snuggle until the blonde was ready to start her day.

The early hours with Rebekah were her favorite. The blonde was often a lot softer and less guarded in the morning, allowing Elizabeth to ask questions she wouldn't dare ask any of the other masters. Also aiding Rebekah in her morning routine was like a gift. She got to bathe the blonde, brush her hair and dress her in the finest garments.

"That's a pretty necklace."

Elizabeth halts in her step, careful not to trip, and turns to the owner of the voice. Katerina.

She swallows, curtsies, and ducks her head a little. "Thank you, lady Katerina."

"Where did you get it?" Katerina asks, curious.

"It was a gift from lady Rebekah. She wished to thank me for my loyal service." Elizabeth replies, having practiced this line a multitude of times in case anyone asked her about the necklace.

It was odd for her to speak in such a manner with the Katerina whilst knowing the poor girl's fate. According to Rebekah, Katerina would be dead by the end of the month.

"You work for them."

Elizabeth nods, not sure where the doppelgänger was going with this.

"You're close with lady Rebekah."

"I am her lady's maid. I see to her every need and want." Elizabeth nods, not able to hide the pride in her voice.

"It goes beyond that, doesn't it?" Katerina asks softly, eyes twinkling curiously.

"I'm not sure I understand." Charlotte mumbles, feeling shy under the other girl's watchful gaze.

"I do. You have to tell me, is Niklaus planning on hurting me?"