closed starter featuring rebekah mikaelson ( original vampire ) @nikmklsn the mikaelson mansion
" oh niklaus, this is a simple question... where is my fucking necklace? " if anything, he owed that to her, nine centuries in a box only to wake up and lack that very memory of her own mother, a family heirloom she swore to care for. " first you dagger me, then you wipe the memory of the boy i loved, then lose the one thing our mother gave me, what a fantastic brother you are " perhaps ir felt silly to miss an object so much, yet rebekah couldn't quite help herself. " i do wonder if one day your precious hybrids will despise you as much as me and our siblings... no sire bond can make up whatever the hell is fundamentally wrong with you " despite the poison dripping for her red lips, rebekah remained calm, cold, broken.
𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋. would the betrayals ever cease? despite the dagger being placed by his hand, there was a wave of relief dancing through his veins. "rebekah. is that anyway to greet your dearest brother?" he ignored the anger in her tone, much as he ignored it with anyone. he knew anger, but even the hottest flame could be extinguished with the right move. "not likely, love." the hybrid flashed a toothy grin, a false arrogance on display. above all else, she was family, and family was everything. "shall we have a chat? perhaps accompanied by a drink?"
