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Swooning, Rebekah grasped Emil's hand tightly, her palms sweating nervously as she mentally prepared for the conversation she would have to have with her brothers.
An entire month had passed since she had met Emil, and Rebekah was certain she had finally found 'the one'.
Emil was kind-hearted and incredibly handsome, he treated Rebekah as if she was royalty, lovingly worshiping the very ground she walked on.
She felt the kind of love Astrid had once told her about, a warm feeling swirling within her stomach whenever she was around Emil; she finally felt complete.
It almost seemed as if a love spell had been cast upon the family, because even Elijah had let his guard down, falling for a creole witch name Celeste.
Rebekah had initially been surprised upon meeting Celeste, as she was far from Elijah's type- what with her not being a Petrova doppelgänger, but Rebekah was just pleased to see her brother happy, and not with one of those blasted Petrova's!
However, in every starling blue sky, there always had to be one lonesome dark cloud, looming and waiting for the perfect moment to strike havoc.
It seemed her brother was becoming worse without Astrid's guidance, and the sight of both siblings happy with others only intensified his anger.
It seemed her narcissistic brother was under the impression that they didn't deserve to be happy, if he wasn't. Rebekah rolled her eyes at the thought. Klaus had written his own ending when he had daggered Astrid.
Gently leading Emil to the bottom room where her brothers were, she was not surprised at the sight of Klaus sat between two identical twins, one of the women already dead, whilst the other appeared to be on the brink of death as Klaus greedily drank from her wrist.
Elijah had clearly been having a moment with Celeste, but the French woman was staring distastefully at Klaus.
Shaking his head, Elijah didn't attempt to hide his disgust.
"Niklaus, there is no hope for you, is there?" He asked rhetorically, knowing the answer.
The daggering of Astrid would forever be Niklaus' downfall.
Elijah found his sister-in-law had somehow brought out the little humanity Niklaus had possessed, and without her; he was a lost man. Destructive and careless.
Niklaus didn't pull away, attempting to drain the last drop of blood as he greedily gulped, clutching the woman's wrist tightly.
Eyes trailing to the dead woman, and the dying woman beside Klaus, Emil looked rather pale. Perhaps he had known them, not that Klaus cared.
"Are we interrupting?" Rebekah asked softly, looking between Elijah and Celeste, before her gaze wandered to Niklaus.
Irritated at the interruption, Klaus pulled his mouth away from the woman's wrist, straightening up in his seat as he rolled his eyes. "Yes." He snapped.
