Red Thread ▹ Rebekah Mikaelson

11.

red thread.

11. remaining, hollow and there

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"Damon!"

Foster was walking up the stairs, searching for her brother, when she heard whistling. Quickly, using her speed, Foster made it to Damon's bedroom in record time, to see him walking around, having obviously just had a shower. Foster leaned against the wall with raised eyebrows. "Why are you so chipper this morning? Is it the subtle scent of death hanging over our heads?"

"I just had a good night is all," Damon smirked, making his way to his closet.

"Before or after Jeremy Gilbert beheaded a hybrid on his front porch?"

"After."

"Ah."

He started to whistle again, and Foster could've smiled. She almost did, but someone came from behind her, speaking the words, "you're late," and Foster did something she hadn't done in a long time. She punched Stefan. Hard.

"Oh, aren't you going to hit me back," Foster cooed as Stefan groaned from the pain in his face. "You stole Klaus's family, Stefan!" she shouted, "You gave him yet another reason to want all of us dead, you idiot!" Foster punched him again. "I mean, honestly! I don't give a damn about your revenge — we all want revenge, but we don't rage war on a psychopathic asshole who's immortal by the way, actually immortal who could kill us with his pinky! Haven't you ever heard of pick on someone you're on size!" She punched three more times before taking a breath, and turning to Damon. "And what does he mean 'you're late'? Hm? What the hell are you two doing?"

Damon had the good sense to take a step back and hold his hands up in surrender. "Calm" he corrected himself, "— sit down, and I'll tell you."

Foster glared heatedly at him, and she sat at the foot of his bed. Stefan, after picking himself up, stood beside, but still distant from Damon.

"Okay..." Damon explained what had happened the day before at the witch house and Klaus's coffins and why Stefan had stopped Damon from killing Klaus at Homecoming. He then told her their plan. (Foster had to swallow many comments of idiocy.) Finally, Damon looked at her and asked, "Are you in?"

Foster scoffed.

But she led them all out of the house.

The witch house was as creepy as ever. Paint dry and chipping, wood rotting, it was covered in an excess of vines, and haunted by the spirits of dozens of witches. The last one really tipped the scale on creepy.

"You didn't say anything to Elena, right?" Stefan asked Damon. Foster rolled her eyes.

"No, I said I wouldn't."

"I know what you said." Stefan deliberately ignored Foster as she muttered something about trust issues and she sped up in front of them. Not today, she thought. Ignoring her brothers, Foster stopped, listening to the world around around her. Damon seemed to pick on what Foster was sensing and he, too, stopped. The three Salvatores nodded at one another.

Quietly, Foster made her way inside and down the steps to the basement. She saw Bonnie, could hear the witch's heart hammering. Without meaning to, Foster stepped on a weak spot, causing the step to creak and Bonnie to startle, before she could make a noise, Foster pressed a finger to her lips, making a shushing gesture to Bonnie. Hearing a thud, Foster made her way outside, joining her brothers around a dead hybrid.