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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 — 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞
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She woke to sunlight, clean sheets, and a comfortable bed. Room. Not the woods, but a room. Taking in her surroundings, she shifted, causing the sheets to rustle slightly.
Less than a heartbeat later, someone softly knocked on the door. She braced herself, panic already a rising wave in her chest, her eyes frantically scanning the room for anything that could possibly be wielded as a weapon to her advantage.
If they had caught her again—
She didn't let herself finish the thought. She had to get out because she barely escaped them the time before, and this time she was weak, and—
She saw a glimmer of blonde hair and blue eyes and forced herself to ease her death grip on the creamy sheets as Rebekah peeked from the threshold and walked into the room, gently shutting the door behind her. She was carrying a tray with tea... tea and blood.
Rebekah sat down on the edge of the mattress, placed the tray on the small oak nightstand, and turned to the Bennett.
"What—" Nathalie whispered, her voice hoarse and cracked, as if she had been screaming for hours. Her throat, her whole body burned. "How am I here?"
Rebekah looked at the friend in front of her and offered her a faint, sympathetic smile. She knew how the girl felt—just the same way she did when her father pierced his sword through her heart. Confounded and scared and alone.
She took Nathalie's hand in her own as she spoke, "We know only bits and pieces of it. You must have been turned yesterday or last night. We are not sure of whom—"
"No." The brunette cut her off weakly. "How did I end up here?"
The Original sighed and squeezed her friend's hand. "Nik found you deep in the woods. You'd been running and vamping without any certain direction until you passed out. He carried you here."
Nathalie nodded slowly. And moved over to the side, letting the blonde have just enough room to slide next to her, which she gladly did. They leaned her heads on the frame of the bed as Rebekah continued.
"Right now you are in transition. I'd say you have around a few hours, probably till the end of the day, to complete it if that's what you want. We're not sure how, but we can still sense the magic coursing through your veins."
The Bennett girl didn't say anything, didn't have so much energy to utter a single word as Rebekah laid out the facts, so the Original went on.
"Kol has a theory, though. You're a firstborn Bennett—you're magic is immeasurable. And that magic has been trying to fight off the transition and the vampirism that comes with it. You'll need to ask my brother about any further details, I didn't quite understand."
