Hurricane / The Originals

Chapter 31

Rebekah walked into the dimly lit crematorium, a huge smile lighting up her face as she spotted Marcel. They immediately embraced, passion igniting between them. He pushed her against the cold wall, trailing his hand down her leg, but she laughed and playfully swatted it away, reminding him, "Marcel, have some respect."

He smirked, glancing around the somber room filled with bodies lost to influenza. "I don't think they mind," he replied, his voice teasing.

"Did you ask Genevieve about the spell?" he pressed, eager for a breakthrough.

"I will when the time is right," Rebekah assured him.

Frustration crept into Marcel's tone. "Rebekah, you've been with that witch for weeks! She wasn't meant to be your sidekick. One little spell, and we can finally be together. What's holding you back?"

"She's a sweet girl," Rebekah replied softly. "I feel guilty for using her."

"Then we'll find another witch—one you don't have to pretend to care for. Unless... you've changed your mind?" Marcel suggested, his eyes searching hers.

Determination filled Rebekah's gaze as she stepped closer. "I want to wake up with you in our home, in the bed we share. I want to walk hand in hand, so everyone knows you are mine and I am yours. I refuse to live in fear of my brother's wrath over our love. If this is the only way to make it happen, then no, my mind hasn't changed."

They kissed again, their connection deepening, when suddenly Genevieve entered the room. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight before her. "O-oh!" she stammered, her face flushing with embarrassment.

They broke apart, startled. Genevieve stood frozen, clutching bloody sheets. "I didn't realize anyone was here. I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed before hurrying out.

Rebekah instinctively followed her, calling out, "Genevieve, wait!"

In the present day, Rebekah opened the door to the corridor, her voice laced with urgency. "Genevieve, wait!" But Genevieve had already disappeared, leaving Rebekah alone in the echoing hall.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, her heart heavy.

Klaus, pulled from Rebekah's memories, turned to face Genevieve with a mix of amusement and boredom. To say the least I was shocked and didn't know what to say how can the witch think klaus would go on a kill spree because of it

"So, this is your grand betrayal? Rebekah and Marcel sneaking around behind my back for centuries," he remarked, his tone mocking.

"Yes, against all your warnings!" Genevieve shot back. "You've disciplined them for this, haven't you? Severely, if I recall."

"I had my reasons," Klaus defended himself, though a hint of irritation showed.

Genevieve waved a hand dismissively. "You don't need to justify yourself to me. You only needed one reason: it suited you. Ever read the Old Testament, Nik? God wasn't powerful because he was right; he was right because he was powerful."

Klaus narrowed his eyes. "If your plan was to turn me against my sister with this revelation, it will have been a futile endeavor."

"Oh, you poor thing," Genevieve mocked. "After a thousand years, dishonesty from your family has come to be expected. But I'm afraid that's just the beginning of their treachery."

She stroked his cheek gently before waltzing out of the room, leaving a lingering sense of urgency in the air. I glanced around, adrenaline surging through me as I began ripping off the leather restraints binding me.