The Missing Piece

Brother?

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I laugh as I watched Rebekah enjoying the music. My attention was brought back to the table by Nik sitting down.

"Your sister seems to be having quite a lot of fun." He chuckled, turning to look at her.

"That she is, how about you my love? Are you enjoying yourself?" He slid me a glass of water, taking a sip of his bourbon.

"Mildly, there's not a lot to do for me, but I do enjoy watching Rebekah laughing and making a fool of herself." I leaned slightly to see that she was now talking to someone, my eyes narrowed as I tried to place where I recognized him. As it clicked in my eyes grew wide, it was my brother. I immediately shook my head and blinked trying to clear it, as if it were a mirage.

"What's wrong, Angel?" Nik turned to see who had caught my attention and furrowed his brows when he looked back.

"It's my," My own eyebrows furrowed as I looked to my glass of water, "brother." Nik's eyes sharpened as he stood, walking over to the pair who were talking. After a moment I stood, following him over.

"It's late, Rebekah, we're leaving." Nik grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her away.

"Get off me," Rebekah pulled her arm away and I pulled at Nik's shirt to keep him back.

"Who is this guy?" Stefan stepped up to Nik seeming to challenge him. Rebekah grabbed onto his arm, pulling him back.

"Stefan don't." He looked back at her with furrowed eyebrows, "he'll kill you." His face showed his disbelief in her statement. "He's a lot stronger than he looks."

"So this is the famous Stefan Salvatore I've been hearing so much about." He turned to me and then Bekah. "You're right, he does have funny hair." He chuckled glancing at me and causing me to giggle myself. "I'm bored," he looked at Bekah, "and I'm sure Cleo wants to go." I secretly nudged him as Stefan's eyes fell on me.

"Then go without me, I'm not your girlfriend." Rebekah rolled her eyes but I could tell she noted my hesitation to speak.

"No, you're my sister, which means you have to do as I say." As soon as he said the word I could tell something in Stefan's head clicked.

"Cleo?" Stefan's eyebrows furrowed in confusion before his face morphed into one of amusement. "I had a sister named Cleo, Cleona to be exact." We had moved to sit at a booth, I was seated between Rebekah and Nik, Stefan was sitting on the other side of Rebekah.

"Must be a common name," I avoided his intense stare, it was if he were trying to figure me out.

"So Stefan, enlighten me." Nik tried changing the subject. "What makes you worthy of an original like my sister?" My eyes slightly widened as I grabbed onto his arm. "She's pure vampire, and you're nothing more than a diluted bloodline." I let out a soft scoff as I immediately let go of his arm, slinking back into the cold cushion.

"Don't listen to him Stefan, Nik's an elitist." Rebekah said, "Well other than Cleo here." She shot me a dazzling smile and laid a comforting arm around my shoulder.

Stefan hmed in acknowledgment. "And where's the rest of your family?"

"Well lets see," Nik quickly glanced over. "I killed most of them, but not all."

"And you're okay with that?" Stefan asked in surprise.

"We all had the chance to choose a side." She looked between Nik and I for a moment. "I chose the right one, eventually." A man then approached us, yelling at Stefan, trying to get the whereabouts of his wife.

"You think you're so tough? Hiding in your bar, drinking your liquor? A telephone call to Chicago P.D. might set you straight." This caused us all to chuckle a bit before Stefan called for a Lila, the man's face relaxed as he began to lead his wife out of the crowded bar.

"Come on we're leaving." He said, but Stefan reached out to stop them.

"No, you're sitting." He had obviously compelled him, as the man followed orders, I squished in closer to Bekah and Nik moved closer to me to make room. Stefan pulled out a knife and took off Lila's white glove, never breaking eye contact with the man.

"Stefan, don't be mean." Rebekah leaned closer to as I watched on in horror, what had my brother become. Sure I'd heard the rumors of 'The Ripper' but I could never have believed he had become this cynical.

"What the hell are you doing?" Lila's husband asked eyes widened. He flinched as my brother cut his wife's wrist, the metallic smell of the blood hit me instantly, the deep red filling the cup. He compelled Lila to go bandage her wrist before turning his attention back to her husband.

"I'd like you to join me for a drink." His smirk reminded me of someone, someone darker, deeper in my web of lies.

Hi, early update, but I'm in a creative mood and have plenty of chapters written right now. I've written two in the past day and they don't need a whole lot of editing. Don't worry, another new chapter will still be posted in a few days on schedule, just felt like posting an extra chapter. Hope you all had a great day. <3 ~Kat