The Originals's Sister (The Vampire Diaries Fanfic)

6: Speak of the Devil

Updated:July 3, 2015

THINGS TO KNOW::

I know this chapter might be A bit rough, because as I said I have a bit of writers block...

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I do not own TVD and remember to check the authors notes always! :-)

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Dark cave walls surrounded the family as they went about their business. No one was talking. The only noise was the eery howls and calls that came from above and the occasional sound of someone shifting or pages turning. Near the center of the 'room' sat a woman with a large book. One look would tell you that she needed to be respected, that she held power at her fingertips. Next to her was a man with blondish-brown hair, sharpening a long hunting stake with a knife. He was rough looking, and short of temper.

To the left of the cave was a girl with long blonde hair handing loosely around her face and onto her shoulders. Rebekah. Next to her sat her brothers Henrik and Kol, both laying down trying to get sleep to come to them. ON her other side a small child was laying with her eyes closed, shifting back and forth as dreams disturbed her slumber. Niklaus, Elijah and Finn were all on the other side of the cave, the two older boys trying to sleep while Niklaus was using a hand blade to carve drawings into the cave walls.

The silence was cut short when Rebekah let out a soft cry of surprise as the beads she had set aside not a moment ago began to raise into the air in front of her. Then the teenager turned and frowned towards the woman in the center. "I was almost finished, mother." She said, catching the older woman's attention and she turned to look at her eldest daughter.

"I do not know what your speaking of, Rebekah." She said, closing the grimoire and setting it down before she stood, taking a few steps towards her daughter. Rebekah looked all to confused now.

"Mother, you moved my beads." She said, but it sounded more like a question than a statement at this point. Ester was at her side now, looking over at her to see that the beads Rebekah had been refuring to were sitting on the ground, knocked out of place. Rebekah's eyes widened as she saw and she shook her head feverishly. "They were floating, mother, I promise you! Did you not just use your magics?" She questioned, confusion in her eyes as well as an absolute sureness.

Ester frowned as well, seeing the look in her eyes and knowing that Rebekah had not made it up. "I did not." She informed, but then tilted her head as she thought of something. "Do you suppose you might have..." It was a question but she sounded as if she was still thoughtful. Rebekah was 15, she could be coming into her powers if she had any. It was about the right age after all.

"No, I do not. I did not desire them to do so." Rebekah said before her eyes snapped back to the little beads as they started quivering on the rocky floor. Ester frowned and put a hand on her daughter's shoulder, her fingers brushing her pale skin to try to sence something. She found nothing unusual.

"No..." She finally said as she watched the sliding jewels "I do not believe so either." Then a noise caught her attention. A small whimper from the sleeping body next to her. She watched as Rebekah instantly went to her sister's side and lifted her small head into her lap gently. She heard her coo at the child and start brushing her hair with her hand in soothing strokes.

Surely enough, the girl stopped her tossing and turning moments later and relaxed into her older sister's arms. The two girls had always been close, ever since her dear Madelyn was old enough to toddle around on her own feet. Wait... She thought, turning to look at the beads again, finding them to be still once more. Confusion graced her strong features as she walked over and crouched beside both of her daughters. "It could not be..." She didn't bother to finish her sentence as she reached out and took one of Madelyn's tiny hands between two of her own.