Rebekah Mikaelson Imagines

Rebekah's Twin (Part Two)

"Am I going to die?" You asked Rebekah. Despite your health declining so rapidly that only a range of witch remedies was keeping you alive for now you had managed to learn the language rather than relying on Rebekah's translations.

"No, we will find what this is an fix it." She promised and smiled at you.

"It is funny, you look like us but a little older." You giggled and Rebekah smiled.

"It makes me happy that you're still... how we were, it isn't as wonderful as it seems to live forever." Rebekah sat next to you on your bed and braid your hair.

"Elijah gave me a book about all the country's... father used to speak about all of these places but I never thought they were real!" You sighed and showed her the book.

"I've been to most of them." The look your gave Rebekah made her light up inside and feel utterly heartbroken.

"What were they like!" You asked excitedly and leant towards her as she pointed to each place and told you about them.

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"I see someone else has failed to give you answers." Elijah sighed and watched Klaus using his latest victim to paint.

"Apparently modern witches don't deal with ancient viking curses or illnesses." Klaus muttered without looking up.

"And killing them off instead of asking questions is the way to fix this?" Elijah sighed and glanced at the stairs.

Klaus stayed silent for a moment. He found it hard losing you and took solace in Rebekah mourning the loss of a part of her. While Rebekah became closer, Klaus pulled away and let anger slowly take over.

He had hated Rebekah for a while. The walking visage of his favoured sibling. Identical in every way but her eyes. Yours had been curious, betraying every emotion as if you had voiced them, while Rebekah's slowly held all her secrets and it was only through years of habit that he learned to read her.

"You haven't spoken to her again, Rebekah has taught her the modern language... she is still very quick to learn new things." Elijah muttered and watched Klaus tense until the paint brush in his hand snapped.

"Why does it matter if I have not seen her, she will continue to get worse and I shall have to bare the guilt that again I could not save my sister. That my actions have taken the good from our family." He ranted and rose to his feet, strolling towards Elijah so angrily Elijah stepped back a little.

"It that what I should tell her? You are so deep in a pit of self loathing that you can't bare to set eyes on her." Elijah watched as Klaus teared up and glanced away. "What is it that you fear will happen, you rivalled Rebekah for her affection."

"If I had not..." He started and Elijah shook his head.

"We cannot change what has happened Niklaus and after all this time... we all know this." He sighed and watched as Klaus nodded and headed towards the stairs.

Rebekah frowned when Klaus stopped in your doorway but left the two of you alone. It had used to make her jealous that you would turn to Klaus when you were younger. Not for all things. Just when you were afraid and he would whisper lies to make you feel better, she always knew when he told you lies but she didn't have the heart to ruin the bravery the sweet words would inspire.

One of those moments was captured in a painting hidden away and when she had set eyes on it, she couldn't help but cry. You had both followed Klaus and Elijah to the river, while they hunted fish you watched. Rebekah had wanted to try and Elijah willingly let her but before you could ask Klaus she had been swept of her feet by the water.

You had squealed out for her. To afraid to rush to rescue your fearless sister from the waist deep waters that had almost knocked Elijah off his feet as he hurried to set Rebekah on her feet. Even when Rebekah promised she was fine and found the whole ordeal funny you didn't step into the water.

Klaus waded over to you and gently took your hand. Promising that Odin had told him that morning that no waters would ever stop a Mikaelson. With his word to keep hold of you, you let him lead you to Rebekah who splashed you with water and playfully showed you there was really no need to be afraid. By the end of that summer you had conquered the river, built things to harvest water and fish easier and even earned approval from Mikael.

"I did not think there was anything in this world that could make me feel as weak as I was... a thousand years of immortality makes you feel, well, immortal." He chuckled as he sat beside your bed and stroked your forehead.

"I wish mother had never made us drink that awful spell." You whispered to him and he frowned. Elijah had said you could speak modern English but you spoke the words he had not heard for a thousand years and it was as if he could close his eyes and convince himself he was still at the edge of the river with you.

"There are many things we wish were different." Klaus mumbled to you and smiled when you hand tucked into his.

"I want to go to Gal... Rebekah says it is called France now and that there is a giant metal tree tower." You're confused words made Klaus smile. You could not move from your bed and spent fleeting moments awake and yet you planned to travel to places you had never see as if your body and health was a mere hiccup in a larger plan rather than the probable end of you.

"The eiffel tower, we've been to that. You would like Paris." Klaus said with a smile.

"Rebekah says Kol had climbed to the top but I do not believe her. Kol cannot climb a hill or a normal tree let alone a giant metal one." You sighed out and Klaus laughed at the tone of your voice.

Klaus' good mood vanished as soon as you clutch on his hand weakened and you started to fall back into unconsciousness. "I keep forgetting." You muttered looking through Klaus who frowned and tucked you under the blanket.

"What?" He asked softly and crouched beside your bed.

"To rescue Freya... she has my cure." You whispered as you finally fell asleep again. Klaus clenched his jaw and started to clear the bed of the photos Rebekah had been showing you. He went to snatch the last one up but it caught in you hand.

He recognised the house in the picture. It was where witches were sent. The terrible ones. Or the mad ones, he wasn't sure if there was much difference. "Clever little Starling." He whispered and kissed your forehead as he went to find Rebekah and Elijah, the photo clutched in his hands.