Chapter 1
It’s been over 4 century’s since I had been locked up inside a coffin and moved around in a box for around 207 years before Klaus made me a permanent resident in an old secret room, in a mansion, in nowadays New Orleans. Since then I have been waiting for someone to free me, and that day has come
3rd Person
Mikaelson Mansion, New Orleans
Rebekah got out of her car speaking on the phone annoyed that no one was picking up and she had to leave a message.
“Elijah, if not answering your phone is part of your clever plan to get me back to this godforsaken city, then well done. I'm here, and I'm worried. Now pick up before I kick in your bloody door.” She hanged up and opened the door only to be met with not Elijah but Hayley.
“Who the hell are you?” Hayley asked confused and holding the iron poker in a vice grip.
“Oh, you must be the maid. My bags are in the car – get them, will you?” Rebekah told her rudely clearly not caring who she was.
“Hello. Not the maid.” Hayley said smiling slightly at her.
“Right. You're that werewolf girl my brother, Klaus, knocked up. I was expecting to see some kind of supernatural, miracle baby bump. Guess you're not showing yet. It's Hayley, isn't it?” Rebekah asked finally recognising who she was and still didn’t seem to care.
“You have your brother's manners.” Hayley said with the tinsiest bit of sarcasm.
“And his temper, too, so watch it. Where's Elijah?” she asked looking around and getting slightly worried.
“Beats me. He's long gone.” Hayley told her still irritated that he had left.
“What do you mean, ‘long gone’?” Rebekah asked getting angrier by the second.
“Well, one minute he was here making epic promises about protecting me in this predicament that a bottle of scotch and some bad decisions got me into – he was all poetic about how we're family – and then Klaus told me he bailed. Guess that's what I get for trusting a vampire.”
“Elijah is not just any vampire, and he doesn't break promises. Which means Niklaus has done something dastardly and Klaus-like. Klaus! Get out here and tell me what you've done with our brother, you narcissistic, back-stabbing wanker!” Klaus opened the doors and entered the room smiling his usual type of smile.
“Enough with all the shouting. Little sister, I should have known. I assume the six dead vampires were your doing?” he asked in his British accent.
“They were very rude.” Rebekah replied “Trying to victimize a poor, innocent girl just trying to find her way to the Quarter. So sorry, were they friends of yours? Oh, that's right, you don't have any friends.”
“I do have friends. I have Marcel. You remember him, don't you? Yes, of course you do. He fancies himself the 'King of the Quarter' now, and he has these rules about killing vampires. It'll be fun to see what sort of punishment he comes up with for you.” He said not very happy with her being there.
“ I don't care about Marcel or his rules. Elijah doesn't welch on deals. What did you do to him?” she asked getting more to the point.
“Perhaps he's on holiday... or taking a long autumn nap upstairs. Well, go on. Take a look around. You might even find some more of our friends lying up there. You remember this house as well as I.” He said smirking at her Rebekah turns to face Klaus replying
“I remember everything.”
Later that day
“The governor had lots of secret rooms. I'll show you his favourite.” She said explaining the ancestry of the house. Rebekah opens up the cellar room which as covered in cobwebs and dust. Its empty except for the empty coffins.
