“So I was thinking-” Rebekah started, sitting you down on her bed.
Rebekah rolled her eyes and continued what she was saying. “I was thinking, since you’re single and all - well, I could set you up with one of my brothers.”
Your eyes widened, but you tried to hide your worry the best you could. For a couple months now, you had been dating Rebekah’s brother, Kol. It had been a secret, seeing as the two of you didn’t want to get the supernatural involved in the development of your relationship.
“I don’t know, that seems like a bit too much.”
Rebekah sat down the stuff she was moving in a huff. “What are you talking about? You’ve been crushing on one of my brothers for months! Everytime they come into a room your heart speeds up and you get into a better mood. Why would you not-” She froze in realization. “Unless you’re already dating them! Who is it? Kol? Klaus? Elijah? How long have you been dating him?”
You grumbled under your breath, not wanting this to happen. “For Five Months.”
“For five months?” Rebekah raised her voice in anger. “Five months? And you haven’t told me?”
“We wanted to keep it a secret, you know, so the supernatural didn’t get in-” You were cut off by your phone ringing. The contact read “Babe.”
“Answer that! Answer that right now, Y/N! I’ll find out eventually.”
In a state of defeat, you answered the phone. “Hi Kol.”
“Kol? I knew it! You’ve been shagging my best friend behind my back, you annoying rat!”
“Rebekah? Y/N- Why did you tell her?”
You rolled your eyes in annoyance. “I didn’t. She already figured it out and then you called.”
“Really? Well- I gotta go. Before Rebekah kills me.I love you.”
“I love you too.”
That’s kinda long for my usual imagines?? You’re welcome, I guess.
+ “For every casket girl that was saved, countless others were not. But women are more resilient than given credit for. And some women, well, let’s just say, their oppressors had better watch out. I, too, am resilient, and I’m tired of being oppressed!”
It was rather foolish, and there was a bloody reason she didn’t discuss it with her siblings for they would have voted against it. It didn’t work before, trying to reasonwith Marcel. But she believed his intentions were never to hurt her, so she had to try. And for one was to distract Marcel, she might be the only one able to do such a thing and getting away without a scratch. She wasn’t entirely sure which of her words reached him. But here she was, at the old Mikaelson mansion, where he supposedly held Nik. Trust was a big word, and surely after what Marcel has done to her family she couldn’t say she did. But if there was even a slight chance Nik was here, she had to see him. No words were exchanged as she followed him down the stairs, perhaps he thought he owed her this much. Any thoughts of Marcel’s reason to give in to her commands were ripped off her mind at the sight of her brother, chained, and with a look in his eyes she could tell he was utterly shattered. A darkness could be found within that she hadn’t seen in a while. ‘’Nik–’’ she breaths, but it rather felt like she was suffocating at the sight of her brother like this. As Marcel opened the gate, she pushed past him to get to Nik, the sight of the circle however stopped her just in time. She had no intentions in being stuck with him. That wouldn’t help anyone.
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Rebekah Lee holds a bachelor’s degree in Creative Writing and currently works as a library professional. In March, she launched The Plot Line Hotline, a blog dedicated to story structure and plot development. She writes fantasy and hopes to someday be published. You can find her at: theplotlinehotline.com!