ivyrose • klaus

let bygones be bygones . . .

Even if Stefan framed her ramblings about Homecoming as an excuse to distract Ivy-Rose for their plan, Rebekah knew she was honest. She was wholeheartedly begging her sister to come with her and experience life outside of their family for once. Everything she went on about were genuine: the dances, the dresses, their night out. Her puppy would know the moment she opened her mouth if she was lying or not. 

But now Rebekah had to get ready for her first and most likely last Homecoming dance.

"How can you be so calm, getting ready for Homecoming while you're next to someone dead with a dagger in their chest?"

Elena peeked her head and spoke into the silent room. The first thing she saw was Rebekah powdering her face in front of a lit vanity. Across from her on the dark side of Stefan's room laid a dead Ivy-Rose lay. Although she had trained experience lying next to dead Originals, it didn't make the fact dead bodies didn't faze her was comforting. 

"You get used to it after the first few times." Rebekah spoke with tight lips.  "Well, I don't know how ready someone should be, and here's the embarrassing truth: This is my first high school dance."

"Ever?" Elena didn't miss the quick topic change. Knowing her life balanced in these next moments, she followed Rebekah's lead. A sigh past the vampire's glossed lips when her mind thought of her past.

"I never really had time for high school before. Nik, Ivy and I were always moving around, running away from our problems. Anyways, I didn't want to leave anything to chance. Have you heard anything from him?"

"No," The brunette shook her head. The bedroom door clicked shut behind het, "but I'm sure when he does return, he'll do it with flair."

With her focus back to the mirror and her blushed cheeks, Rebekah ignored whatever expression Elena wore. This night was about her and her pleasures.

"Damon and my father are all set with their plan?"

"Yes."

Rebekah craned her neck down to brush mascara over her eyelashes. Her mouth was just open to allow steady breaths to and from her mouth. "Don't tell me. I don't want to know, I just- I want to go to the dance and leave the rest to Mikael."

"I know it's really hard, so I want to thank you for getting Klaus back into town."

Twiddling her fingers for a brush and powder, Rebekah blinked to see her world gone blurry. No tears would ruin the start of her night, let alone her makeup. "Just be careful. I've been running for a thousand years for no reason. Mikael is not a good person and shouldn't be trusted. No one in my family can trust him. 

A stray tear crest her bottom lash before it was swatted away. Another threatened to spill when Elena hugged her shoulders. "Are you okay?"

Rebekah pressed a smile to her lips her when she nodded. Her fingers roamed the desk for a crumpled-up tissue to wipe her cheeks.

"I've spent my whole life loving and hating my brother with equal measure. I never thought that I'd be the one to help drive a stake through his heart, or even Ivonna's. But there shall be no tears—I don't want to ruin my makeup."

With a hopeful smile, she fanned her face. Not one ounce of negativity would ruin her first Homecoming night. Rebekah sucked in a large breath and rolled her shoulders back, asking for Elena's opinion on her appearance.

"You look amazing! But you're missing one thing." From behind the teen's back, a familiar item was removed from her back pocket. Blue eyes shone bright in the light of the Original witch's sapphire necklace. "You should wear it tonight. May I?"