Rebekah couldn't blame the wolf girl. Going against Klaus, the true immortal, the ultimate hybrid, was more than a bit dangerous. It was risking one's life. Still, she probably stood a better chance than most given the leverage she currently had growing in her stomach. Rebekah was definitely not on the list of his most favorite people and if he'd daggered Elijah, there was nothing stopping him from doing the same to Rebekah. They were both family and Elijah had certainly stuck with their half-brother more recently than Rebekah. He'd ended up back in a box anyway. "Downstairs it is then," she replied, turning on her heel to follow the brunette to the back of the house and to the stairs.
It wasn't a long walk to the door and Rebekah peered down the stairs, but even with her good vision there was really nothing to see. "Because he considers family a liability. Not an asset. Besides, Elijah is a bleeding heart and Klaus thinks he's a weakness," she replied quietly. All that "always and forever" was just a bunch of nonsense and bull shit. In the end, Klaus didn't trust them and they couldn't trust him and their house was just broken. Elijah believed that the child that Hayley was caring could finally fix their family, but it looked like it was already a total fail. Elijah was no doubt in a coffin in this very room.
Rebekah barely managed to stop before falling on top of Hayley as the other girl halted at the bottom, letting out a audible gasp. "Wha-" She broke off, the girl's words hitting home. There was a coffin down here, possibly more than one if Klaus thought for a moment Rebekah might actual show up. Gently, Rebekah stepped from behind the wolf, moving forward instantly as she caught sight of the coffin and no doubt Elijah within. "It's him. It has to be." All the rest of their siblings were dead after all.
With ease, she lifted the top and peered inside. Elijah's still form, dressed in a suit like always, lay within, strangely peaceful, eyes closed as if in sleep. Vampires didn't sleep, not really, and the dagger in his chest was more than proof that such a reverie was fake. "Brother, you are too trusting..." she trailed off. "When will you learn he cares for no one, but himself, Elijah. No one." Reaching inside, the original sister took hold of the dagger and with one smooth movement, pulled it from her brother's chest.