Chapter 8: Mate Part Two

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We fell asleep and when I woke up Elijah was still here. I knew that Elijah was worried his phone rung and he answer the phone.
  "Klaus what do you need," I want to know what do you want us to do with Heather," just keep a eye on her I will figure out what to do in the mean time I would like you and Ashley to get Rachel stuff and bring here and you tell Heather that she will be moving in with me and that she won't see her with out me or with someone with us,0 ok we will be at your house at noon," ok see you then be careful," will do."

   Klaus just got off the phone with Elijah and I could tell from the conversation that Elijah wasn't happy and I couldn't blame him. I know as soon as Heather found out that it was Ashley that call her and Tony Was dead she would skip town as soon and she would have some hit man to kill Rachel. We got to Heather house and she was still there and we went up to Rachel bedroom and grab her stuff. I couldn't believe that Heather would have the heart to do something like that. I told Klaus that we should head out before Heather catch us in her house. We got into our car and left, I wonder if Elijah told Rachel about her being his mate.
  "Rachel are you ok," yes just tired can you come and hold me again," yes get some sleep and when you wake,"ok."
   I'm really worry about Rachel, I know that she taking the betrayal hard and I wish that I could take that pain away from her. I heard a knock at the door and I lay her down and kiss her forehead and went and answer the door. Klaus and Ashley was at the door with three suit cases, I let them in.
     "Elijah how is Rachel doing," she healing but very hurt that Heather would betray her," is she sleeping," yes I'm going to make her something to eat here and then I plan on talking to here tonight," ok let us know if you need anything," I will keep an eye on Heather," will do."

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