The Original Ripper

Chapter 39:"You have been plaguing me for 1000 years"

Sitting with Freya on Christmas Layla was looking at the medallion. "Why did you create that?" Freya asked the question that had been plaguing her for a while. Layla looked to Freya with a small chuckle.

"I was in a dark place at the time, look I won't give you the gritty details of it but the only way to destroy it is to use it. Either me or the regency can activate it. No one else." Layla informed Freya who watched her shocked.

"Why did you create it?" Freya tried again.

"None of your business Freya," Layla called out slamming the medallion down on the ground and storming out of the room and building. When she showed up back at the home later that night she heard someone being strangled. Walking into the room she saw Rebekah glaring at Hayley.

"You tore my brothers apart if they turn on each other like the prophecy suggests it's because of you." Rebekah yelled vamping out and speeding over to Hayley. Layla intercepted them throwing Rebekah out of the room.

"What the hell is wrong with Beks?" Layla asked looking to Hayley.

"She's been cursed with the thing she was stabbed with. She's a ripper now." Hayley informed Layla who chuckled.

"Looks like Beks and I finally have something in common these days." Layla informed her walking out of the room.

"You are a ripper again?" Hayley asked shocked.

"It's hard to hold back when you are trying to fight two tempting things. I can only hold back one and I decided to hold back the temptation that endangers my family. Impulse control, not my forte." Layla reminded Hayley looking down at Rebekah. Layla then jumped down as Rebekah kicked her in the stomach and Layla stumbled speeding over to Rebekah punching her in the throat and then tripping her over grabbing Rebekah roughly shoving her into the ground causing a dint. Rebekah let out a grunt glaring at Layla.

"You!" Rebekah shouted shoving Layla off causing her to land on her back and Rebekah climbed over her punching Layla in the face over and over again. Layla grabbed Rebekah's hair breaking her leg. "You daft bitch! You cause nothing but problems. Always thinking you've had it worse than us! Maybe you'll be the family to ruin us! I never doubted your ability to betray us all on a whim. You even brought Lucien into our lives you really think he'd be as toxic without you?"" Rebekah called out slamming Layla's head into the brick wall causing bleeding and breaking to occur.

"Oh Beks, deranged is not something you can pull off." Layla hissed vamping out and she grabbed Rebekah's head digging her fingers into her skull breaking the bone and shoving Rebekah onto the table and breaking her neck. Layla sighed brushing her hair out of the way looking to Klaus who watched her shocked. Freya then walked up to them cutting out the flesh. Layla sighed as Rebekah sat up groaning.

"Well that was annoying." Rebekah smiled back to her old self. Layla and Rebekah sat together and Rebekah laughed loudly. "I guess I finally understand with the temperament of being a ripper. Sorry for what I said to you." Rebekah apologised with a kind smile. Walking up with Rebekah the two went and picked out dresses. When she got downstairs Layla walked over to Hayley she picked up Hope and Hayley looked to her unsure but Layla laughed playing with the child.

"We write our wishes and burn them for luck strangely I don't wish for an influx of enemies and year after year" Klaus joked as Layla walked forward with a smile.

"That's because no one likes you. Now let's do it I love this tradition, it was always Kol's and mines favourite." Layla commented with a smile as her navy blue cocktail dress swayed with her as her black boot heels met the ground.

"Forever on Santa's naughty list." Elijah joked making Layla laugh. Writing down her wish she put Hope down and read it over smiling to herself she threw the letter in the fire smiling down at it.

"One of us is still meant to fall by family." Rebekah informed her family as the Mikaelson siblings gathered around the fire.

"Right now what concern me are our enemies." Klaus commented. "Our best advantage is that they believe you are lost at sea." Klaus informed her.

"Then I can't stay can I?" Rebekah inquired as they all turned around to look at the happy family. "It's okay my wish already came true, we have this moment." Rebekah reached out her hands and Rebekah grabbed Klaus and Elijah's hand and Elijah looked to her sternly. The two had been on opposite sides since they began but as Elijah reached out for his sister's hand he felt as if he was one step closer to getting to know his estranged sister.

"I have never said this to any of you, but I love you. Family is family." Layla whispered smiling over to Rebekah. As they broke apart Layla held out a present to Rebekah. "This moment is not how I pictured it going but this is my first Christmas with you in a long time and I wanted you to remember it. So I got you a bracelet, with the rare gemstone called alexandrite." Layla placed the bracelet around Rebekah's wrist to which she smiled hugging Layla.

"Make up with Elijah for god sake. Also here is my present to you. It's not anything physical but here it goes, I've seen you fight your hunger and I was impressed since I could not control my own as a ripper. My family and I have always underestimated your restraint but you do have it. I know about your marriage to Lucien, and I want to say, you've given up on love, you've known it for a long time, Stefan was something kind that you needed, it was barely love. But now, I see how you fight with every fibre of your being to not care for Lucien the way you once did. Love exists inside of you Layla and it is strong, let him in, let yourself love him, as much as I hate the fool he always made you happy." Rebekah tried with a kind smile hugging Layla.

"Next Christmas I expect a physical present but thank you Beks." Layla laughed lightly as they made their way back to the family.

"I will miss you Layla. Make sure to look after Niklaus, you'll probably be the only one he'll listen to." Rebekah laughed as she said her goodbyes to the family. Walking away she put her coat around her body as she showed up in front of Lucien's door. Knocking on it Lucien showed up smirking smugly at her. She then held out a present to which he got out and he saw a wedding band and looked at her confused.

"We never exchanged rings. So this is yours. It's stupidly sentimental but it has been plaguing me for a thousand years. You have been plaguing me for a thousand years." Layla informed him with a sigh going to turn away when Lucien reached out for her grabbing her wrist and pulling her into the apartment. Walking over to his closet he bent down rummaging through some old things he kept over the years. Standing up he handed a box to her. Opening it Layla looked in awe at the wedding ring in front of her. She then gave him a sweet smile and he grabbed it placing it on her ring finger. She placed his wedding band on his ring finger and the two smiled at each other. It was like it was a thousand years ago and they were at their wedding.

"Does this mean you've given into the temptation of me?" Lucien asked brushing his knuckles softly against Layla's cheek. Leaning into his touch she closed her eyes for a moment looking up at him.

"Do you love me?" Layla asked seriously.

"I always did." Lucien replied as his took her face in his hand pulling her in for a kiss. Kissing him back her lips met his moving together like waves crashing against the rocky shore. It was like the fire inside of her had been ignited again. Pulling away from him she placed her hands on his neck pulling him in for another kiss pulling away and resting her forehead on his forehead. The two then moved to his bedroom and they laid on his bed and she rested her head on his chest and he held her close as the two couldn't have felt more comfortable.

"Why didn't you come for me?" Layla asked softly.

"I didn't know where to find you." Lucien confessed. "Did you miss me?" Lucien asked.

"Always." Layla whispered leaning up placing a soft kiss upon his lips falling to sleep in his arms.