Daughter Mikalson (A Hope Mikalson Fanfiction - The Originals Fanfic)

Chapter 4 : First Class

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Daughter Mikalson

Chapter 4 : First Class

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     "Miss Maria, is Rebekah here...?" Asked Marco from the front door. I smiled at the sound of his thick Australian accent. "Yes. Miss Rebekah is in the shower. The... the body you need to clean up is right over here." said Maria.

       "Boys!" called Marco, he sounded disappointed. I chuckled a bit and shook my head.

       I stopped listening out of boredom, and continued listen to whatever music I could find on my laptop.

       

       After nearly an hour, Marco and his, 'crew' left. I could hear the thick scrub brush and bubbles of the soap on the rug downstairs as Maria scrubbed, trying to get the blood off of it, probably.

       Rebekah had gotten out of the shower a while ago, and she was downstairs on the phone with... someone. I had no idea who, and I had no interest on spying on my aunt and her boring conversations with boring people.

        I still didn't know where we were going, but I packed my laptop into my carry on bag, along with my charger, and walked downstairs.

        As soon as Rebekah heard me descending the stairs, she switched her phone off, without saying goodbye, which left me confused. And I suddenly wished I had listened in on her conversation...

       "Hey, are you ready to go...?" She asked, putting on a nervous smile. I nodded, narrowing my eyes. "Who was that on the phone...?" I asked her. She rolled her eyes, "Just someone asking for Maria." she shrugged.

         I didn't believe her, but didn't feel like arguing with her. Not today, at least.

        I nodded and set my extra bag by my other ones beside the couch. "Speaking of which, where is Maria...?" I asked, looking around. "She's outside, paying the limo driver." Said Rebekah, checking her phone again.

        "You know, you'd think with all this money you compelled yourself you would have spent it on better things than a limo." I smirked. She scoffed, "A limo is a good thing to spend money on." She said, "Besides, forgive me if I like to spoil my favorite niece." She grinned cheekily and I rolled m eyes laughing. "Bekah, I'm your only niece." I chuckled.

        She shrugged and nodded, smiling. "I suppose your right. I can still spoil you though." She smiled. I rolled my eyes. 

        "Maria!" She yelled, loud enough for Maria, who was outside at the end of the driveway to hear. "Yes... M-Miss Rebekah...?" Mumbled Maria as she entered the house again. "Our bags." she ordered. Maria nodded quickly and grabbed one of my bags.

        I scoffed at Rebekah. Rebekah flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder and pulled her black leather jacket off of the hanger. She put it on over her dark blue flowy tank top. Along with black skinny jeans and black ankle boots. If it's anything Rebekah does right it's fashion...and parties.

        I smiled at my thoughts and pulled my own headphones from my carry on bag before Maria could put them in the trunk of the limo. "So... are you still not telling me where it is were going...?" I asked, plugging in the headphones.