The Originals: Rewritten

Ch.10: The Casket Girls

It was a beautiful day, as Katherine stood in front of a mirror, trying to fasten the zipper on a dress, when Elijah appeared at the door behind her.

"Would you like some help?" he inquired of her.

Katherine gave an inviting smile to him that told him to do so.

"Allow me," Elijah said.

A moment later, he stood behind her and began to fasten the zipper and buttons.

"Thanks," she said.

"I think you look lovely," he complimented her.

"I know," she said, dismissing it. She already knew how she looked, and it wasn't like she and Elijah were together, nor would they ever be together again.

"Well, I don't suspect any of the riff-raff here would dare lay a hand on you, knowing you're under the protection of my family. Still, you shouldn't take any chances," he warned her, concerned for her safety as always. If it were up to him, which it wasn't as long as Klaus was king of New Orleans, the riff-raff would've been cast out along with Marcel. "If you want to attend the festivities tonight, I would be more than willing to take you," he then invited.

"You and Klaus are barely on speaking terms. Let's not rock the boat, okay? Like you said. Let's not take any chances," she replied to him.

"Of course," he replied in agreement.

Elijah turned to leave and she watched through the mirror, as he did so.

Rebekah was in a clothing shop in the French Quarter, searching for a dress she could wear for the festival, when Marcel appeared behind her.

"Talking about the clothes, or something else?" he asked, having heard her muttering to herself, as she looked through the clothes.

"Why? Feeling insecure? The festival might as well be in my honor. I need a proper costume, so bugger off."

"Bekah," he began, and attempted to touch her, and she threw his arm off.

"Don't," she told him coldly. "You made your choice. You and Klaus are best friends again. You've relinquished your right to touch me."

Marcel's phone started to ring.

"I wonder who that could be," she said sarcastically, knowing all too well whom that could possibly be.

"What's up?" Marcel questioned when he answered Klaus' call.

"A bit of an issue. It seems our little bird has flown the coop," Klaus informed him, as he paced around the compound courtyard.

Later, Klaus and Marcel met in the living room, discussing their current predicament.

"You don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to know the obvious. Our secret weapon has escaped," Klaus said.

"She wouldn't just leave. She knows the witches want her back," Marcel reasoned with him.

Elijah appeared from around the corner and Marcel turned towards him.

"Her violin is missing. She may have left of her own volition," Elijah said.

"What did you say to her in the attic? She lied to my face so she could stay up there, thinking that you'd help her control her magic. How do we know you didn't take her?" Marcel accused him.