CURSED - A Klaus Mikaelson Fanfiction

Siblings

Rebekah Mikaelson is one of the only people in the world that I truly care for. I first met her at seventeen, along with her brothers: Niklaus, Elijah and Finn.

At first, she was uncertain, even hostile towards me. It took time, but I managed to prove my loyalty to her family, especially after everything with Alexander and The Five. It wasn't until Niklaus became inflicted with The Hunter's Curse, that we truly became friends, however. At this point, in every single way I was mortal. A witch still serving nature.

By the time I was twenty, she tried to force me to leave. She told me to not waste my life on him, and that my years were more precious than hers could ever be. I stood my ground, though. I stayed. It took two years after that, for my patience to wear away into nothing. I told her that I had to find my Father. "Don't be a fool, not for him" Rebekah said. And yet, she didn't stop me either. She was more scared for her brother than she would care to admit. When I returned however, months later, empty and defeated, she was there for me. I had lost everything. In time, I recovered, realising the extent of the dark magic I had created. I had tethered my existence to a vampire, after all. Of course there were consequences.

It took decades for a new hunter to awaken. And when one finally did, things were different between Klaus and I. And yet, I was happy enough with the kinship found in Rebekah. She was truly like the sister I never had.

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Today however, things were different. It was a new chapter of our lives. We were sat in The Grill together, chatting away as if nothing had changed, and yet, it didn't take long for Rebekah to turn to me, curiously, with a burning question.

"Now," she said, "Are you still in love with my psychotic bastard of a brother, or have you somehow managed to gain an acceptable taste in men?"

I paused then, processing what she asked, blinking in confusion, before replying hesitantly.
"I... was stuck in a tomb for over three hundred years, Rebekah."
"I'll take that to mean you haven't," the blonde hummed, before turning back to the bar with a slight shrug of her shoulders. "A pity, really."
"I'm not having this conversation with you," I laughed, "Nik and I are friends, always will be."
"Well that's a fib," she replied, "one I've heard more times from your mouth than I can count, Adriana."

I glared at Rebekah pointedly then, unable to stop a grin from forming as she caught my eye. She had always been brutally honest, atleast that hadn't changed.
"Why are we even here, Rebekah?" I asked eventually, sighing as I leaned onto the bar.
"Well, first reason, to drink" she smiled. "This deserves a celebration, right?"
"The two of us back together? I'm sure it does."

I leant forward, ordering the both of us some drinks from the bartender, before turning back to Rebekah, who was now chewing her lip in thought.
"I... wanted to ask you something too, actually. Away from prying eyes... It's about Stefan" she paused, concern washing over her features as she met my gaze. "Do you trust him?"
"I do," I nodded. "He has no reason to lie... but I'm sure you know him better than I do."

Rebekah said nothing then, she simply nodded.
"How did you meet him?" I continued.
"It was the twenties" she said casually, before reaffirming, "Nineteen twenty two, to be exact. You would have loved it. He was different back then... more twisted, I suppose. Controlling the bloodlust was never a talent of his."

"You had a thing for him, didn't you?" I asked knowingly, smirking at the blonde original, who rolled her eyes at me. "I knew it!"
"Oh, shut up" she said, "it was ninety years ago, anyways. You trust too easily, Adriana" she sighed.