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2.9 Outsiders

"This is dreadful," Rebekah commented as she picked up some kind of wooden carving. There was a hint of annoyance in her voice, probably from the phone call she just had with Klaus and Elijah over the fact that Elijah and I had moved back to my house. Klaus was mad that Elijah was "sulking" and Elijah was mad that Klaus couldn't mind his business. It was beginning to give me a headache, being stuck in the middle of them. I can't imagine how Rebekah's done it for a thousand years.

I noticed the spiteful glares we were receiving and I took the item out of her hands, gently placing it back on the table. "Let's go somewhere else," I suggested and ushered her to another tent. We were at some little witch market in the quarter. Rebekah came to look for something to help her with her magic so she could bring Kol back, and I just tagged along because I needed a break from Elijah and Klaus. Plus, I liked spending time with Rebekah. I missed hanging out with her, especially since she was gone for so long.

We moved to another table, where Rebekah had the same sour look on her face. "What am I supposed to do with this?" She demanded as she picked a bundle of sticks.

"Don't ask me," I shrugged. "Why don't you ask Davina to help you?"

"She's still heartbroken over Kol," she answered with a sigh. "Can't say I blame her. His death felt different this time. It's like we were finally becoming a family again."

"Well, if there's one thing I know about your family, it's that you guys don't stay dead for long," I confessed with a smile.

Rebekah's eyes floated up to mine, then she focused on someone behind me. I turned around to see a man staring directly at us, not even being discrete about it. I looked back at Rebekah, "You know him or something?" I asked quietly.

"No," she shook her head. "I'm trying to decide if he's staring at me or you."

He was still staring at us when I turned around. I wanted to go over there and ask what his problem was, but he must've taken the hint because he eventually walked away.

"That guy's giving me the creeps. Let's just go," she decided a few minutes later, and I nodded in agreement as we started making our way back to the car. We pushed our way through the crowd, where someone walked right between us and bumped into our shoulders.

"Excuse you, too," Rebekah snapped at him.

He turned around and glared at her, and Rebekah backed up against me. I grabbed her arm and pulled her behind me as I tried to get us out of this crowd. I didn't like the way they were staring at us, and more and more guys seemed to appear out of nowhere and follow us. We turned down into some alley behind a restaurant that led to a dead end. Rebekah cursed in frustration and tried to go back the way we came when two men flanked us.

"Are you two looking for something besides a smack in the jaw?" Rebekah hissed at them.

"You will die for what you've done," one of them said to her and crept forward.

Rebekah lifted her hand in their direction and scrunched her face in concentration, but nothing happened. "Stupid bloody magic!" She huffed. I felt myself step protectively in front of her and prepared to lunge at them when one of them suddenly produced some kind of rattle. As soon as he began to shake it, it felt like my head was exploding. I dropped to my knees, clutching my head, as Rebekah cried out in pain.

The pain was terrible, but within a few seconds I was able to get back to my feet. I sped to the witch with the rattle, knocking him into the wall. He raised his hand in my direction again, and before he could do anything, I ran over and yanked him to his feet, snapping his neck in a split second. I didn't even have time to think about the fact that I just killed him when I heard the other guy step towards me. I prepared to feel another wave of pain from his assault when he was suddenly thrown into the dumpsters behind him.