Family Above All

83. Little Warrior

Pairing: Klaus/Henrik (M/m) hand

Special Henrik request for Jazmine F. via email with thanks.

Thank you to everyone for your beautiful comments and support of this story. I am ending it here as I won't be able to type for a while. (I don't know how long.) I hope to come back better and hopefully soon.

The Compound, French Quarter

New Orleans, Louisiana

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Early Morning

It was just after midnight and the Compound was finally quiet. Rebekah couldn't sleep. She had spent the evening listening to her brother, Nik, and mother bicker back and forth. Esther had made some type of a deal with Aya and reverted both Tristan and Aurora back into human children, like Lucien. Rebekah supposed she should care, but she didn't. Elijah was back and didn't seem to care either, but subdued. He chatted with Hayley at dinner looking contented. Aurora had tricked her into turning in her at her castle. She was a liar and crazy, Rebekah thought. And she would never have to deal with her crap again. What Rebekah cared about was making Marcel remember. Stefan, who also didn't remember her, had just been a fling, but Marcel was the love of her life. She knew that with every fiber of her being.

Rebekah finally got up.

"Are you leaving?" Freya asked.

Rebekah sighed, she thought her sister was sleeping.

"I can't sleep," Rebekah admitted.

"I can make you some tea," Freya offered.

"That's very kind, but I think I'm going to go check on the children," Rebekah said. "Julian will wet the bed if no one takes him to the restroom and Elijah seems too besotted with Miss Marshall to look after them properly."
Rebekah felt guilty for what she said, Elijah was nothing if not a good father, but she had a plan. And she didn't need any help from Freya to accomplish it.

"Ah, may I ask where all these children came from?" Freya asked, propping herself up on one elbow. "I always thought vampires couldn't procreate."
"Oh, they are adopted," Rebekah explained.

"Yes, like Marcel," Freya said. "I tried to tell Marcel that he was here in 1914, but he didn't seem to listen. We're still looking into a spell, but it will take time."
"We're leaving tomorrow," Rebekah said, louder than she meant to. Lowering her voice, "Sorry, but we just don't have the time. After this shit show of a stay, I'm sure the man will ban us from the city again."

She knew Marcel was starting to remember her. She caught him staring at her a few times during dinner and he avoided her after.

"He's no friend of the witches," Freya commented. "Either is Niklaus, hearing it from Katie. Maybe leaving soon is the smartest course."
"Yes, well, Nik did shut a bunch of them in that cottage they found you in, back in the day," Rebekah answered. "Now, if you will excuse me..."
"Yes, sorry, it's just that I always wanted a sister," Freya tried. "I hope we can be close like Bonnie and Elena."

"They are best friends," Rebekah clarified. Was Freya daft? She took a breath to calm herself. Her backside still smarted from the spanking Lucy had delivered to them earlier. Elijah had heard about their adventure in the bar and warned her that Lucy was making him a similar hairbrush, since Damon had melted the last one. "This one will be burn-proof," Elijah had said with a sly smile. "And I shall not hesitate to use it if you don't start being kinder to our sister!"

Rebekah's mind roiled at the memory. Yes, Elijah was back, but perhaps not unaware that Rebekah was up to something.
"Yes, I know. Look, Rebekah, I know this is peculiar, but there are some things you don't know-," Freya whispered.