Rebekah Mikaelson Imagines

Stolen (Part 2)

Rebekah watched from the doorway as you lay across one of the sofa's, leaning against Klaus' chest, as he played a finger through your hair. She knew it was cruel but she'd wished he'd killed you. That way she wouldn't have to have her heart broken every time she saw you.

Klaus muttered something in your ear and you giggled, looking up at him adoringly, which seemed to pull at the edges of Klaus' lips until he smiled at you. She couldn't take it anymore and hurried out of the house almost in tear.

Her brother hadn't missed her actions. Despite being thrilled by the fact that you now adored him, guilt was slowly creeping into his mind, he knew he'd have to give you back seeing as deep down you loved Rebekah but for the time being he wanted to be the first and last thing you thought of when you woke up or went to bed.

"You look sad." You whispered sweetly to Rebekah who would have wrapped you in her arms and laughed away any thought of her misery but instead, she simply looked up from the grand piano, watching you carefully.

"You look bored." Rebekah snapped back. You swallowed nervously and left her alone, planning to get up to bed and sleep, feeling that staying would only irritate the original more.

You couldn't put your finger on why sleeping in Klaus' arms never felt quite... right. It wasn't like you were uncomfortable or anything but you simply didn't feel like you should be sleeping there. You tried to push the thought to the back of your mind and fall back asleep as quickly as possible, not realizing you'd roused the sleeping Hybrid, causing him to question if his Compulsion had taken quiet the affect he wanted.

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When your eyes fluttered open you were surprised to find yourself in Rebekah's room, her arm slung around your waist as she slept. The sunlight caused you to squint as you got up and tried to get up without waking her.

You hurried downstairs to find Klaus alone in the living room reading, there was no hesitation, as you slid your arms around his neck and snuggled into him.

"Klaus?" your tone was curious enough to have Klaus sigh softly and glance at you.

"Yes love." He hummed. When you didn't speak he turned to see you frowning, looking utterly confused. "(Y/N) are you alright?" He asked softly.

"I... I remember something." You mumbled.

"What is that then love?" He suddenly became attentive and alert, rushing to stand in front of you and take your hands in his.

"I'm not sure." You replied.

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"When are you going to stop this game?" Rebekah snapped as she came to a stop in front of her brother who simply glowered at her.

"What game little sister, I believe it was you who said love was no game." Klaus said with a sigh.

"No Brother, to you love is a game but to Elijah and I, it is something that we cherish until you snatch it from us." Rebekah spat back.

"What is wrong about me wanting to be loved as you and Elijah are?" Klaus' question was surprisingly genuine and if Rebekah hadn't been out for blood she would have stopped to comfort her brother.

"You need to remove your clutches from (Y/N)'s mind or I will do whatever it takes to remind her who she belongs with." Rebekah said with a cruel tone to her to her voice.

"When has asking or threatening ever gotten you anywhere with me?" Klaus chuckled.

"She left your bed for mine, stops to see how I am feeling when you're off fighting with Marcel... are you sure you can keep her from returning to me?" The taunt wiped the smug smile of Klaus' face as he watches Rebekah walk away.

She may well have won this round but he would be sure to rub it in her face that you were still with him.

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Your soft whimpers called to Klaus' curiosity. He knew invading your dreams would anger you but he wanted nothing more than to see how deep his compulsion had taken root so he subtly moved so he was leaning over you, one arm holding him up.

At first your mind was clouded with sweet dreams of him, some amusing him as he saw how sickly sweet your adoration of him, until suddenly everything flickered and for a moment the dream changed to you and Rebekah kissing passionately as she pushed you onto her bed.

Then it was back to Klaus, but every now and then Rebekah would flicker through your dreams, reminding Klaus of a radio stuck between two channels.

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You shot up in bed gasping as if you'd been holding your breath under water and stumbled out of bed, Klaus hurrying to your side to catch you in case you fell. He was surprised when you moved quickly and slapped him hard across the face.

"I hate you." You whispered to him. His eyes widened as he looked you up and down, dropping his head when he realised he'd broken his own compulsion by poking around in your dreams.