Howlin' For You

Chapter 23 - The History Lesson From Hell

"So where would we go?" Rhiannon asked the next morning, stretching out on the bed. "I'm sure Klaus has already half of the house packed by now."

"Hmmm, I'm thinking an abandoned island," Elijah muttered cuddling close to her breathing in her scent. "Far, far away from all this drama. God knows we deserve it."

"That sounds amazing," Rhiannon mumbled happily.

"However," Elijah started again. "I think you should finish the high school first. You only have couple of months left."

"Yea, I've been thinking about it too," she agreed. "You're probably right. Do you think Damon and others will behave though?"

"I don't see why not," Elijah said. "Their main problem is with Klaus. With him gone, I don't think they would cause any further trouble. We'll stay out of each other's hair and maybe you get to restore your relationships with your friends."

They way he said it only assured her that he partially blames himself for the current state of things between her and her old girlfriends. Sighing, she said: "Yea, that'd be nice. Although I don't know if we'll ever be able to come back to the way things were before. They made it blatantly obvious that me, or the people I care about, are not high on their priority list."

"I know," he muttered solemnly. He was about to say something else but was cut off by Rebekah knocking on the door, yelling: "Rhiannon! Get your arse up! The clean up committee starts in fifteen minutes!"

"Shit!" she muttered and almost flew out of the bed hauling her clothes hurriedly on her way to the bathroom. "Give me five minutes!"

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"You're late!" Rebekah almost snarled at Caroline who turned up to help clean up the place. "Clean up committee started at eight o'clock."

"It's like eight o'two!" Caroline objected.

"Exactly," Rebekah went on. "We managed to turn up on time."

"Not that I had a say in the matter," Rhiannon muttered trying not to yawn.

"Excuse me," Rebekah barked at her. "I'm here and I didn't even get to attend the dance I organized!"

"I know, I know," Rhiannon retorted apologetically. "I was just kidding."

"Alright, alright," Rebekah said walking towards the big trash bin, dumping all the empty plastic glasses there.

"I'm sorry about your mom," Caroline said making both Rebekah and Rhiannon to look up at her. "I mean I know you like hated her and everything but... still... I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry about your teacher," Rebekah reciprocated. "He seemed like a nice guy."

"He was," Caroline retorted. At that point Rhiannon had trouble trying to hold back tears. She really was sorry. Even though her and Mystic Falls gang weren't on the best of terms at the moment, she still mourned Alaric. "I'm gonna get started on the gym," she muttered and escaped the room.

She was walking through empty hallways when she thought she heard someone blur behind her. She turned around listening closely to her surroundings, but then shrugged it off. It was probably just Caroline or Rebekah. She was just placing her hand on the door handle when she heard it again, this time way closer to her. She jumped up turning around but again, there was no one there.

"Yea this is not funny!" Rhiannon called out into the empty hallway.

"You're right, it isn't," she heard Alaric's voice growl from behind her. She turned around again to see him stand in front of her, his eyes blood-red and the expression on his face murderous. Before she could do anything else, he snapped her neck and everything went black.