A chapter with a (possibly) poor excuse of a title. If there are any mistakes, I am sorry.
Also any better titles for this chapter?
I had to finish up my college classes for the spring term so my sanity has been drain during this quarantine.
But I was able to make this lovely chapter for you guys.
Enjoy~~~~~~~~
"H-how? How are you here? Look how much you've grown," Rebekah starts looking at her baby brother, who stands before her.
"I'm a witch, Bekah. We've got insane magical ways," Henrik jokes before Klaus decides to interrupt his siblings' reunion.
"Sorry to interrupt but this isn't the reason why you're here, Rebekah." The two looked at their elder brother with annoyed looks on their faces as he continues to speak. "Gloria tells me you know how to contact the Original Witch."
"The Original Witch."
"What do you have what Gloria needs?" Klaus asked.
Touching her collarbone instinctively, Rebekah quickly notices her necklace is missing and starts to panic. "Where's my necklace? What did you do with it? I never take it off!"
"I don't know. I didn't touch it." Klaus defends himself.
"We need to find it, Nik. Now, I want it back!" Rebekah demands as Henrik starts to back away from his tempered sister.
"Tell me that's not what she needs, Rebekah!" Klaus questions, grasping her shoulders. Shoving his hands away, Rebekah searches through her casket before becoming angry and flipping it over on its side.
"Jeez, Bekah," Henrik says nervously after seeing his sister's tantrum.
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"There has to be more to this dress," Rebekah says in the changing room while her two brothers and old lover sat around waiting for as they drank champagne.
"There's not," Klaus tells her.
Rebekah comes out of the changing room wearing a short black dress with an unimpressed look on her face.
"So women in the 21st-century dress like prostitutes, then. You know I got dirty looks for wearing trousers."
"Things are different, Bekah. How do you think I felt coming back to see all this," Henrik says.
"You wore trousers so women today could wear anything." Klaus states.
"Say what now?" Henrik looks at his brothers confused.
"And what is this music? It sounds like a cable car accident." She complains once more.
"It's dance music," Stefan explains.
"You would dance to this?"
"Are you done?" Klaus asked impatiently.
"And why are you so grumpy?"
"I needed one thing from you for my Witch to find out why my hybrids are dying, one thing," Klaus says. "Your necklace. And you lost it."
"I didn't lose it. It's been missing for 90 years." Rebekah defends herself.
"She's right you know, brother. For all, you could know someone could have found it and kept it... Probably gifted it away to another," Henrik says reading his grimoire.
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Face of the Dead (TVD/TO)
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