Re: HELLBOUND
A thousand years, so many wars, empires rising and falling around her, and Rebekah had never been so terrified in all her life. Scared of losing, scared of what would happen to the world, scared that Lucifer could indeed actually kill the unkillable vampires.
And just as scared of what winning would mean. Being sent away again. Kol would be dead, Stefan wouldn’t love her any more, Niklaus and Elijah both apart from the women they loved, and her alone with no friends of her own.
Rebekah had no idea why Khan had chosen her to lead. Maybe he’d seen something in her, maybe he didn’t care what happened to the supernaturals, but she did. Even the ones she didn’t like. And Niklaus could belittle her all he liked, she was intelligent. She did more than just sleep her way to success, she was capable of thinking on her feet. Even as the battle began to rage around them. She shouted orders, directing people to fight where they were needed, her own eyes a deep red and fangs clearly showing as she moved with the speed and grace of a predator, of an Original vampire, tearing into the throats of any demons that got in her way. Every move she made was calculated. Not every one paid off, of course, and inwardly she panicked more than once, but her face was a mask of coldness. She tried her best not to look at Sam… no, not Sam, Lucifer. At first glance there was no difference, but the expression on his face was so different from the Sam she had met, and it chilled her to the bone. Whatever was going on behind those eyes, between the two archangel brothers, she was staying clear of it. All of her focus was on ripping apart the demons attacking them, moving to protect those under her command. Whatever might or might not happen if they won this fight wouldn’t matter if they lost, if any of the people she loved died. Whenever she could, she spared looks for her brothers, Stefan, Caroline. Any time a weapon went near them, she could feel her heart leap into her throat before the danger was destroyed, normally in a shower of blood.
And then it happened. Rebekah wasn’t even sure what it was, what had triggered such an event, just the blinding light that suddenly appeared, along with a rumble of the earth beneath their feet. As she turned, her eyes widened with fear at how close Niklaus was to the vast power opening up behind him. The Cage. It had to be. Her brother was standing right on the precipice of the Cage.
She didn’t even really need to think about it. There was nothing to decide, no debate to be had. In the blink of an eye, Rebekah had moved, covering yards in a second, one hand reaching out to grab Niklaus and just throw him away, using every bit of strength she had.
But the momentum of it. Even she couldn’t be quick enough to save him and escape herself, and she knew it. The force of her speed, her strength, she couldn’t stop even after he was safely away. Rebekah just had the time to scream before she fell, tumbling into the Cage of Hell.