Good to You

Untitled Part 26

A/N: It's been ages. I've been working on this awhile. I've rewritten this chapter over and over and over and I'm still not happy with it but then again I am rarely happy with any of my chapters.

The saying 'you are your own worse critic' is very true in my case.

Anyway, I finished this chapter about a month ago and was in the middle of editing when two weeks ago I broke my laptop but I got a new one today and finally finished editing this chapter. I may not like it but I hope you guys do.

Thank you to everyone still reading even though I am the world's slowest fanfic writer.

P.S. Mistakes are all my own.

Rebekah lies on an old mattress in a poor state suffering from the werewolf bites she received previously. There is a dripping sound by her bedside as she is coming into a conscious state. She shot awake, gasping, only to look around and see a very familiar hospital in full swing; the sound of screaming patients in agony and bustling nurses and doctors attending to them; all dying from Spanish Influenza.

She is hallucinating. Somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, she knows this. She knows she's in an abandoned hospital in New Orleans; antique hospital beds, wheelchairs, and equipment left behind and forgotten.

She breathes heavily and gasps with fear as she looks around, lost in her hallucination.

Blood dripping on the floor; a man drops a bloody rag; another man sits up in bed and coughs out blood. She gasps as two doctors drop another patient onto a cot and wheel him toward the morgue.

She slowly rolls out of the bed, weakened by the werewolf venom in her system.

A woman's laughter is heard echoing through the corridors.

"Who's there?" Rebekah called out, but there was no answer. She struggles to get out of that room as quickly as possible. As she reaches the door, she plunges through it, escaping outside.

"How the hell did I get here?" Rebekah asked herself. None of this made sense. She was at the plantation house.

She stumbles toward the steps but before she can go any further; she is stabbed in the heart with a wooden stake. She gasps and falls to the ground, only to look into the eyes of the familiar face that stabbed her.

"Genevieve!" she exclaimed, alarmed.

Genevieve was dead. She regretfully killed her friend long ago.

"Rebekah, tell me you're not leaving already. I thought we might reminisce." said Genevieve with Malice.

Rebekah falls unconscious. The wolf venom and hallucinations overcoming her once more.

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Meanwhile, inside, Celeste looks over the body of Klaus, who is shirtless and lying on a steel bed tied down by restraints. Papa Tunde's blade, which has disappeared inside of him, too weakens him.

He groans and starts to stir.

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The witches have gathered together. They were trying to break free and release Monique from the hold the Originals had.

Monique stands in the center of the witches, commanding authority.

Elijah appears and quickly takes out three people at vampire speed. Monique is not phased but others gasp.

"Katherine, my siblings have been taken...where are they?" Elijah demanded.

"You're interrupting witch business.." Monique accused.