Rebekah Mikaelson Salvatore: Part Two
Then a new place. Simple clothes. Hair tied back. And not alone, oh so very not alone. People all around her, some she knew, some she vaguely recognized. Hal Yorke, Bo Dennis. Rose? Was that her? And Rebekah knew, knew the only way she could get out was to kill them all. Her eyes scanned the area, as she knew they were doing to her too. Calculating the weaknesses of each of them. She was an Original vampire, she couldn’t be killed, ripping all of them apart would be easy, and the vast majority of them meant nothing to her. She could wipe them all out.
But Rose? Rose was her friend. Rose had given her the chance when all logic had said not to. And Bo had helped to save Stefan’s life, and Rebekah owed her for that.
But she had sacrificed for Nik and look where that had gotten her. All the pain, all the hurt. Rebekah decided, moved, killed her way through all of them, felt their blood drip down her face as she relished in the kills. Until Rose. A Rose who looked at her and actually begged to be spared. Who said they would work together to figure this out. And they could, couldn’t they? Find a solution, both survive?
Or not. Rebekah did do Rose one kindness. She snapped her neck cleanly. One quick death.
She left the room and was confronted with another face from her past. One that had once looked at her with pure love, now with utter loathing. Mother. The original witch who created the vampire race in her children, now calling her an abomination to be destroyed, an affront to nature, disgusting, wrong, vile, evil. All words the real Esther had used. And as Rebekah felt hands roughly grab at her, she knew them to be the hands of her father, with more hatred, a thousand years spent trying to hunt her down and kill her. Rebekah felt the pierce of the white oak stake through her back and she screamed, screamed as she burst into flames.
Flames that didn’t stop. Pain that just kept on, blurring and endless, her screams unable to be heard, an agony that just went on.
Only for her to wake up. The itchy feeling of dried grass beneath her skin. She was back, in Lawrence, wasn’t she? Yes, there were her brothers, her husband, all looking at her with such relief and joy. It was over, it was all over and she was safe. For the first time in what felt like forever, she laughed, filled with a happiness she had never known before. There were celebrations, parties, dancing in Stefan’s arms as he told her he loved her.
Before the laughter changed. Became cruel. Words became taunts, telling her she was worthless, nothing, that she should have stayed in hell, and the realization in Rebekah that this had happened before, all of it, so many times, this day, this moment. Then Niklaus, her brother, the one she had saved, pinning her against the wall. She was not his sister, he didn’t care, she was nothing.
And then he tore her heart from her chest.
When her eyes opened, she stared at a wasteland. The end of the world. Everything they had done, everything she had suffered, and it had all been for nothing. But then what did they really think would happen? That they could go up against the might of hell and heaven and win? How arrogant they had been. How naive. And all for nothing.
Over and over and over again, all of it kept happening. Days, weeks, months, years, decades, the same torments so many times, and Rebekah kept on screaming. Until finally, she snapped. Finally, she just turned it all off. The pains of Hell kept on happening to her, she just no longer cared.