MIKAELSON MANSION
Zara is letting the water run through her hair while Elena is rubbing her back with soap. The brunette moves her hair away from her neck, planting a sweet kiss on her skin.
Elena: We need a plan. I know you know there's a group of compelled vampires out there coming after Matt.
Zara closes her eyes as Elena trails her fingers gently up her neck.
Elena: Angel? I know you're listening
Zara: I'm sorry. What were you saying, my love?
Elena: Kol will listen to you. Please get him to leave my brother alone, please?
Zara sighs looking over her shoulder and nods her head
Zara: Okay.
She steps out of the shower, walking out into her bedroom and grabs her phone, dialing Kol
Kol: Little sister, what can Kol do for you?
Zara: Kol, two days home and already causing trouble
Kol: Come on, I was only having some fun
Zara: Those vampires were made for a reason, Kola
Kol: I'll make some more. There's no shortage of people and I thought I told you to never call me that.
Zara: Yeah. Well, you've had your fun. Now stop whatever you're doing and come home. Any more trouble and I will shove a stake right up your hole again
Kol: Oh, uh, um....I'm coming home. Really don't want that to happen.......again.
Zara: And leave Jeremy alone. Understand?
Kol: I won't touch him, little sister. You have my word.
Zara hangs up and places her phone back on the dresser, heading back into the bathroom and steps into the shower
Zara: There? Happy now, darling?
Elena smiles, cupping her face in her hands pressing her lips to hers. Zara smiles moving her lips against hers, melting into the kiss
Elena: Very happy, baby. Very happy indeed.
NIGHT-GILBERT HOUSE
Zara walk down the stairs holding a hair brush in hand.
Zara: My love, could you brush my hair?
Elena: Of course, sweet thing.
Zara sits down on the floor between Elena's legs. The brunette grabs the brush and begins slowly running it through the blonde's hair.
SHANE'S OFFICE
Stefan: So much random crap in here.
Rebekah: Crap, maybe. Random, no. Looks like Shane has a bit of an afterlife fetish. Hopi prayer feathers, the Han dynasty soul vase, and that is a Polynesian sacrificial knife. Brutal way to die, but at least you appease the gods.
Stefan: Since when did you become such an artifact expert?
Rebekah: I enjoy other cultures, Stefan. I know that might be hard for you to understand, considering you dated a child who only thinks about herself but you lost her when my sister came into the picture.
Stefan: smiles, then throws the knife at Rebekah, who catches it right before it hits her face.
Rebekah: [laughing] Still a sensitive subject, I see.
She stands up and walks toward Stefan
Rebekah: Do you know why I wouldn't compel Elena from your memory?
Stefan: Because you wanted me to suffer.
Rebekah: I did. It's the only way you'll learn. It took me a thousand years and hundreds of betrayals to realize that love, and caring, ruins you and besides no matter how much I hate Elena, my sister loves her and I won't let you ruin my sister's happiness. I'll kill you before I let you do that.
She walks up closer towards him
Rebekah: How does it feel knowing everyone hates you now? Including your own brother?
Stefan shallows a gulp looking away while Rebekah smirks.
GILBERT HOUSE
Zara tilts her head to the side, closing her eyes as Elena brushes her hair.
Elena: I love your hair.
She presses her lips to her neck earning a small moan in response, Zara bites down on her bottom lip
Elena: My perfect little girl, aren't you, baby?
Zara: I know I'm perfect, my love.
She looks over her shoulder and leans up kissing her on the lips.
Zara: I love you
Elena: I love you more, my darling.
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Elena's Dream Girl
FanfictionFor as long as she can remember, Elena Gilbert has always dreamed about a blonde girl named Zara
