Being the last witch of her kind, Lena Ricci has been protected by Rebekah Mikaelson her whole life.
And then one day, as the two are having the time of their lives in Paris, they catch wind of the news. Rebekah's half brother has knocked up some w...
"now you're tearing through the pages and the ink"
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TO say that Lena loved skirts was a massive understatement. They were the only bottoms she wore, she didn't even own a pair of jeans. When it came to the winter she just put on a thick pair of tights. Lena wore skirts as if it were a religion, so when Rebekah told her they were going shopping, Lena didn't even hesitate to jump into her best friend's car.
"Sometimes you just gotta say enough is enough and do it."
"I mean, jumping out of a plane does sound fascinating and all, but like, it also sounds really dangerous," Lena argued back, as the door to the plantation house swung closed behind them. It was oddly quiet in the house and the two shared an odd look. Usually, you could hear some sort of noise in the house whether it be arguing, the television or someone snoring (Hayley snored really loudly.)
"Maybe they're out?" Rebekah shrugged at Lena and led the way through to the sitting room.
Lena let out a squeal of surprise, her bags falling from her hands. Brightly coloured skirts and cropped tops and beautiful jewellery spilled out of the bag, but she didn't care about that, she was too focused on the dead girl sitting on the coffee table and the two perfectly okay vampires sitting in different chairs reading completely different books.
Lena and Rebekah shared a look. Lena looked completely and utterly disgusted, and Rebekah looked completely and utterly disappointed. The latter was obviously used to this kind of stuff.
"So this is what you do the first time we're back together as a family - vampire book club!" Rebekah snapped at her brother.
"Reading edifies the mind, sister," Klaus shot back, not looking up from his book.
"Are you kidding me?" hissed Lena, eyes widened at the dead body on the coffee table. "There's a fucking dead body on the coffee table! A DEAD BODY!"
"That is a peace offering," Elijah told her. If it was possible, Lena's eyes widened even more.
"To who? Hades?"
"It's to whom, actually," corrected Klaus. He glanced up at Lena, who was already glaring at him and he dropped his head back into his book. "I presumed, after so much time desiccating in a coffin, that my big brother might be a bit peckish."
"So I explained to my little brother that forgiveness cannot be bought. I'd simply prefer to see a change in behaviour that indicates contrition and personal growth, not this nonsense," Elijah waved an equally as disgusted hand at the dead body on the coffee table that Lena was trying her hardest not to look at. Another innocent girl dead because a vampire got a little hungry.
