I'm Rebekah Mikaelson? The vampire diaries

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—You...— The man opened his mouth, unable to answer her.

Rebekah backed away further. She had started imitating his accent, thinking she must have it too, but he looked at her funny every time she did it, as if she were a child.

—I understand that you are angry with me, Rebekah. You know it was for your own good. He...—

The man's words trailed off as a groan of pain emanated from the corpse—now not dead, at least not completely—which twitched. What had he called the man on the floor? Toy Boy, that's it. Fascinated, she listened as the bones clicked, realigning themselves into their correct places.

They both watched the 'toy boy' slowly recovering before standing up, only to glare at the two of them. The psychopath smiled, pulling the man to stand directly in front of him. —you remember?— They looked at each other, exchanging a peculiar glance that Rebekah scrutinized closely. Until she realized that Toy Boy was looking at her.

—Rebekah,— Stefan said, as if only then remembering who she was.

—Stefan,— the psychopath called, causing Stefan—his name, she couldn't forget—to look at him.

—I remember you. We were friends...—

—We're friends. Now let's go back to glory. Apparently, my sweet sister lost the necklace that contacts the original witch,— he said, looking in Rebekah's direction again. —First, you need some clothes.—

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If someone had told Talita that she would be dragged shopping against her will, she would have called them crazy. She loved shopping. However, being tense and forced to shop next to two men who only heightened her unease with every action and word didn't help at all.

The white and red store he took her to made her grimace; everything screamed 2011, from the decor to the fashion. It was unpleasant; she hated the fashion of that time.

Rebekah ignored them both and ran to find something that would fit, mainly to get away from them. From what little she had understood, the psychopath who was her brother apparently really liked her. Who could have imagined? He had anger issues, was rude, and scary, but it only took those words about hurting her and he stopped. No pulling her or yelling at her, which was all he'd done since she met him. As for the toy boy she discovered was called Stefan, they— he and the girl who owned the body— were former lovers.

Now they were hunting for such an original witch to turn the puppies into hybrids? It was confusing, and that was all she understood from the few words the two men exchanged on the trip. And there was also a witch called Gloria. Many things, all very complicated, so she clung to the clothes in front of her. Her brother seemed to think she wouldn't go anywhere without going shopping - and he was right, but Talita was too afraid to say it out loud.

Talita liked several things; her taste in clothing styles was broad, as long as it made her feel pretty. Well, Rebekah was undeniably pretty, which made Talita feel akin to when she spent hours changing her Barbie's clothes. But of all the options, she decided to choose another white dress to wear. With fluffy sleeves, cinched in at the waist, and boasting a lovely round neckline that matched perfectly with the flowy skirt, it exudes pure cottagecore style. As she admired herself in the mirror, she wondered if she should try something more dominatrix next time. That body really looked beautiful with a more edgy style.

Coming out of the dressing room, she glanced at the two men sitting and drinking champagne, both of whom immediately turned their attention towards her. The strange expression on her brother's face made the girl rethink her choice of clothing. Clearly, this was not what he had expected.