Hurricane / The Originals

Chapter 19

The issue that plagues me time and again is my deep-seated trust in Rebekah. This loyalty means I'm always by her side, even when her missions take a decidedly dangerous turn. And so, here I am, caught in the aftermath of her latest endeavor.

Rebekah in a swift, decisive move, she drives a wrought-iron poker straight through Marcel's chest. He gasps, a choked sound escaping his lips as he stares in shock. Within moments, he crumples to the ground, unconscious and defeated.

As that happens I turn my head not wanting to watch the scene unfold but I am left staring at the other side of the room unconscious Klaus and Elijah.

I muttered under my breath, my gaze fixed on the grim tableau before me. "Just lovely," I said, the bitterness in my voice barely concealed.

Rebekah's voice cut through the silence, sharp and laced with an edge of amusement. "Come on now, love. Don't tell me you were falling for that. Isn't it time for us girls to have a chat?" Her eyes swept across the room, taking in the sight of Klaus, Elijah, and Marcel lying unconscious and defeated. "Now, that is impressive. And well-deserved, in my opinion."

Davina's gaze was cautious, her suspicion clear as she scrutinized Rebekah. "Now, before you turn on me, I have a surprise for you."

The sound of footsteps echoed through the space, drawing my attention. I snapped my head to the right and saw Josh entering the room. Though we hadn't met personally, I'd heard enough about him from Klaus to recognize his importance. My voice was tinged with urgency as I called out, "Josh, what are you doing? Get out of here!"

Rebekah's reaction was swift and ruthless. She moved with a predator's grace, seizing Josh by the throat with a firm grip. He struggled, his eyes widening in shock and fear. "What are you doing?" he gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper.

I turned my head not wanting to see

Rebekah's expression was a mask of cold amusement. "Now, if I were Klaus, I would rip Josh's head from his neck, feed it to a nightwalker, and that would be the end of your friend. But hurting people is such a boyish thing to do, like how Klaus compelled your fiddler on the roof." She turned her gaze upward, to where a young boy clung precariously to a beam. "And while I am many things, I'm certainly not my brother. It's okay, Timothy. You can come down. No one's gonna hurt you."

Timothy, his face pale with fear, looked down at Rebekah, his voice trembling. "He told me I couldn't climb down off this beam."

Rebekah's laughter was a soft, melodic sound, incongruous with the tension in the room. "Then don't climb, silly! Am I the only smart one in the room? Jump."

With a mixture of fear and trust, Tim leaped from the beam. Rebekah's reflexes were lightning-fast; she caught him mid-air with a delicate yet firm grip and set him down gently on the floor. Tim immediately rushed over to Davina, his eyes wide with confusion and relief. "Davina, how did you do all that? How did I even get here?"

Davina's eyes met his with a promise of explanation. "I'll explain everything, I promise," she said, before turning her focus back to Rebekah. "Why are you doing this?"

Rebekah's gaze was both calculating and enigmatic. "Seems to me that you're the one holding all the cards, but you don't know who to trust. I've just proven that you can trust me. Now I'd like to show you one more thing. It won't take long. You can bring your friends."

Her tone was commanding yet intriguing, the promise of something significant hanging in the air. The room's atmosphere was charged with anticipation, every moment heavy with unspoken questions and the weight of the unknown.

Davina hesitated, her mind racing with the implications of Rebekah's offer. But the reality of the situation, and the urgency for answers, drove her to nod, signaling her acceptance.

—

We were soon ushered into what Rebekah referred to as the "garden," though the term was used loosely. The space was more a grim holding area than anything resembling a lush garden. I followed closely behind Rebekah, my arms crossed tightly over my bare shoulders, trying to ward off the creeping chill.

Josh must have noticed my hesitation. "Oh, don't worry. They're not really dead, just really hungry... and I'm not helping." His words were tinged with a mix of sarcasm and discomfort. My eyes widen

"Welp" I say running my hand threw my hair.

Rebekah's tone was heavy with disdain as she continued, "You think my brother Nik is awful? Marcel learned from the best. This is how he treats his so-called friends who betray him. Most of what these poor souls did is no worse than what Josh did. Take Thierry, for example. He was Marcel's most trusted friend. Klaus tricked him into breaking one of Marcel's rules. Marcel knows this, and yet he keeps Thierry locked in here day after day, suffering."

Tim's voice was filled with disbelief. "This is insane."

I looked at him, nodding my head in agreement, feeling the weight of the grim reality settling around us.

"Why are you telling me this?" Davina demanded, her voice steady but tinged with underlying concern.

Rebekah's gaze was piercing as she answered, "Because you need to know who you're dealing with, who you can trust."

Tim, trying to offer comfort, turned to Davina. "Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay. I mean, you're gonna be all right. Here. Drink something." He handed her a bottle of water, which Davina accepted gratefully and took a swig from.

Rebekah's eyes narrowed with a glint of dark realization. "Davina, both you and I have been lied to and taken advantage of by Marcel and Klaus. Maybe together, we can get a little payback."

Suddenly, Tim began to cough violently, collapsing to his knees. Davina's face turned to one of worry as she rushed to his side. "Tim?"

Tim's voice was strained as he managed to speak. "It was Klaus. He made me do it. I didn't even know what I was doing until I made you—"

Rebekah's eyes widened in horror. "Made her what?"

Tim gasped out, "Drink."

Davina's eyes darted between Tim and Rebekah, panic rising in her chest. "Tim?"

Rebekah's face contorted with alarm as she realized the truth. "Klaus poisoned the water."

"Oh my god" I say rushing to the kids no older than 16

Davina's legs gave way, and she collapsed to the floor in a coughing fit, her strength rapidly failing. Josh's voice cracked with concern. "Davina? Oh, no."

I quickly put her on her side as she begins to shake.

"Stay with me okay I know you dont know me but  I cant let you die please dont die" I say stroking her hair.