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Elena woke up her bedroom feeling woozy and kind of out of it. She vaguely remembered waking up in the hospital earlier, where a nurse Klaus compelled had drugged her. She thought for sure he was going to kidnap her or something, but here she was in her own bedroom. Unless, of course, she was hallucinating or dreaming, which was entirely possible considering how out of it she felt.
Elena lifted her head to try to sit up, which ended up being a mistake because the entire room began to spin once she did.
“Easy, love,” a familiar voice said to Elena.
Elena saw a flash of blond hair before her eyes involuntarily shut. “‘Bekah?’”
“It’s alright. Open up for me,” she said.
Elena opened her eyes to see a bloody wrist heading for her mouth. She immediately opened her mouth to accept it. She swallowed about a mouthful of blood before releasing Rebekah’s wrist. Within seconds, the pain in her neck faded, as did most of the fog in her brain. Apparently, vampire blood also flushed drugs out of your system. “Thanks.”
“Well, you would’ve healed quickly enough on your own, but that it hardly seemed fair to make you,” Rebekah said.
“How did I get here? The last thing I remember is being sedated in the hospital” Elena wondered as she laid her head back down. She was better now, but she still felt a little lightheaded.
“I would’ve thought that was obvious. I brought you home. I had to compel the older Salvatore brother, who is way too old for you, by the way, to think he’d already brought you home and healed you. He showed up moments after I did,” Rebekah said. She supposed she could’ve let the Salvatore boy do what he was going to do, but she didn’t know what that man’s intentions were. She wasn’t willing to risk it.
“Damon’s just a friend. Was biting me really necessary?
“Everything that happened today was, unfortunately, necessary. Nik needed to believe that I am still the same, petty, jealous, irrational girl I was when he daggered me nearly a hundred years ago,” Rebekah said. Of course, she hadn’t stayed daggered that long. Around seven years ago, an unsuspecting human had removed the dagger, and she’d slipped away quietly. Then a couple of years later, she found herself in Mystic falls again. It wasn’t until about a year and a half ago that she’d returned to where Nik had left her and placed the dagger back into her own heart, so he’d never know any different
“You’re still some of those things, if I recall,” Elena said.
Rebekah smirked. “Naturally.”
“I was shocked to see you today, and to find out you were a vampire, and to find out that you’re Klaus’ sister,” Elena said.
“I know. I commend you for your composure though. You managed to hide your shock and mask it with fear that you didn’t actually feel for me. You did well. It seems I was adequately able to convey that you needed to keep quiet about knowing me,” Rebekah said.
“After five years, I’ve learned your looks by now. I know what you look like when you want me to shut up. Apparently, I don’t know much more about you though,” Elena said bitterly.
Rebekah sighed. She knew that was coming. In fact, Elena had held back longer than she’d expected. “When should I have told you, Elena? You were twelve when we met. Do you think you were ready to hear about vampirism then? About the fact that you would one day be used in a sacrificial ritual by my hybrid brother?”
“I don’t know, but certainly before you walked out of our lives,” Elena said.
Rebekah sighed. She knew that was coming too. “I wasn’t allowed to tell you, even if I wanted to. Grayson made me promise not to.”
“Did he know about Klaus?” Elena wondered. She knew by now that her father knew about vampires. He hunted them, so he obviously knew, but she didn’t think he knew about Klaus wanting to use her as a sacrifice. That was until tonight. Her father obviously knew what Rebekah was. It stood to reason that she might have told him about her brother.
“Yes,” Rebekah said simply.
“Great,” Elena said bitterly.
“He was trying to protect you, Elena,” Rebekahs said.
“Well, look how well that worked out. Did you know they were dead?” she asked.
“Not until recently,” Rebekah said sadly. She had been sad to hear about Grayson and Miranda. She was even more upset that she hadn’t been there for Elena and Jeremy.
“Did you know that Klaus killed me?”
“I did. I was plotting all of the ways I was going to make him suffer before he figured out that you were still alive. Nothing filled me with greater joy. I only wish I could’ve stopped what happened tonight, but I couldn’t, not without Nik finding out the truth, and I have no idea what he would’ve done then,” Rebekah said. She knew that eventually, Nik would find out about her relationship with Elena, but when that happened, she wanted to be prepared for it. She needed leverage, and she didn’t have that yet. She needed time, which was why she was glad he’d decided to leave.
“Well, I’m assuming he’s gone now. You can go too,” Elena said a bit coldly. She couldn’t help it. There was a time when she would’ve given anything for Rebekah to come back, but now it was too late.
“Not going to happen, Little Fury. You’re stuck with me,” Rebekah said, referring to her by a nickname she’d given her shortly after they’d met.
“Don’t call me that,” Elena said.
Rebekah soon heard the front door open and close. She hoped it was Jeremy. He should definitely be home by now. “Get some sleep, Elena. We’ll talk in the morning.”
“There’s nothing left to say,” Elena said before turning away from he blond.
Rebekah headed downstairs to the living room. Much to her dismay, it was not Jeremy she was greeted with, but an older man that looked to be the same age Grayson Gilbert would be.”
“Hey, Elena, are you…?” The man started before turning around and seeing that it was not Elena that had entered the room. “Who the hell are you?”
“Ah, you must be the history teacher,” Rebekah said. She’d compelled Stefan to tell her some things when they were alone in the back of that truck. Then she’d compelled him to forget and instead to think that they’d fought because she was jealous of his relationship with Elena. “I’m Rebekah.”
Alaric froze. He’d just spoken with Damon before he got home. He’d told him that Klaus apparently had a sister named Rebekah. “You’re Klaus’ sister. How’d you get in here?”
Rebekah chuckled. “I’ve had an invitation for years. I’ve got more of a right to be here than you do. Speaking of which, you can go. Your s services are no longer required.
“Excuse me? I live here. I’m Elena and Jeremy’s guardian,” Alaric said.
“Ah, yes, and a stellar job you’ve done. Just where was their guardian tonight when Elena was in trouble? And where is Jeremy now? Do you know?” Rebekah asked.
Alaric opened his mouth to speak but promptly shut it. He didn’t know. He hadn’t spoken to Jeremy all day.
“That’s what I though. As I said, you can go,” she said again.
“Just who the hell do you think you are?” Alaric asked.
Rebekah sighed before taking Elena’s phone from her pocket, which she’d collected at the hospital for her earlier. She went to her photos and found an old one of herself, Elena, and Jeremy, and showed it to the teacher. “I am their sister in every sense that matters.”
Alaric gawked at the picture in disbelief. Elena and Jeremy were in a photo with this girl smiling as though it was normal, as though she wasn’t an original vampire.
“Now, as I said, you can leave. Don’t make me ask you again. Neither one of us will be happy if I have to,” Rebekah said before walking back upstairs, effectively dismissing the man. She thought about compelling him, but she was sure he was on vervain. Besides, it didn’t matter. The only person she was worried about finding out too soon was Nik, and he was gone for now. She didn’t care about the rest of them. They would find out either way because she was taking back what was hers, the family she’d found five years ago.