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❛ 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝙎𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙉 ❜ ════ ⋆★⋆ ════
A road trip wasn't exactly what the doctor ordered for Rory Gilbert, but it was happening. Rebekah had tugged her out of bed quite insistently, telling her that she couldn't stand another day in this dreary little town - especially with the fact that the dead were walking amongst the living. Now, she was stuck in the front seat of Rebekah's compelled Bugatti, forced to listen to some old music that she wasn't exactly a fan of, but Rebekah insisted were the classics. If the classics were usually this boring, then Rory would rather shove her face through the windshield.
"So where are we going?" Rory inquired after another moment of tense silence. She honestly didn't believe that Rebekah had invited her on a pure whim - something told her (mostly Rebekah herself) that the blonde Original wasn't exactly a fan of her, and to have her invite her somewhere surprised her. Also, this could also be a murder trip and Rebekah was actually planning her death beforehand, but Rory didn't exactly mind that either.
"You and I are going to pay Nik a visit," responded Rebekah as she ran a hand through her hair, examining her makeup in the rear-view mirror. She barely spared the car she had driven past a passing glance, despite the loud honk that came from the other driver. Rory was suddenly glad she was immortal - she would be dead ten times over with Rebekah behind the wheel.
"Wait, what? As in your brother Nik?" Rory's eyebrows pulled together as she glanced at Rebekah. "I thought you hated him - he left you in Mystic Falls to fend for yourself!"
Rebekah waved her hand in Rory's face in an uncaring manner. "That's old news, Rory! Besides, New York is always a pleasure. I'd like to see how the city has expanded since I got daggered 90 years ago. I wonder if it's as fast-paced as it used to be,"
"It is," Rory muttered, swallowing dryly. "And why did you invite me along? Your brother and I aren't exactly on the best terms."
Rebekah flashed her a teasing smile. "You may not be on the best terms with my brother, but he's on the best terms with you,"
"I don't think it works like that," Rory retorted.
"Oh, hush up, will you? You're being a buzzkill," Rebekah heightened the volume for the song playing on the radio. Rory winced at the piercing sound of jazz music blaring through her already heightened hearing. "To New York we go!"
☆*.·*·.*☆。
The rest of the drive was painful and long. Rebekah was extremely chatty, and Rory was extremely uncomfortable. Sure, she didn't exactly hate Rebekah that much anymore, but she was still an Original. She didn't exactly have the best track record with their family despite bearing their family's crest on her neck. Plus, Rebekah had both a bad temper and hatred for the women in Rory's bloodline - all of whom shared her face. She felt like she was constantly walking on eggshells around the blonde.
