Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing/Characters: Elijah/Rebekah, Elijah/Elena
Word Count: 360
Summary: Elijah notices the necklace on Elena, but the process of possession matters not.
A/N: For a tvd_rareships Comment Fic Party prompt by fictionalfemme. Originally posted HERE.
When the curse was fresh upon them, they stood together as a family. It was an unheard of illness—the craving for blood—and they only had each other to turn to.
Klaus was the leader, trying to find the cure, and it was him that learned of Tatia’s fate. The night he informs all of them, Rebekah holds the key to their curse in her hands. She doesn’t say anything because she is one of the youngest in the family. (Holding the key gives her power, and as a girl, that is hard to come by.) It’s not like it is of any use at the moment anyway. They need the doppelganger first.
“That was Tatia’s necklace, Bekah” Elijah says as she’s leaving. “You took it off when Niklaus talked of finding a cure.
Rebekah turns. “She gave it to me—before…you know. We were friends, brother; surely you wouldn’t begrudge me a token of our friendship?” She is telling him without saying the words. He knew anyway, she tells herself. She can trust Elijah, though—more than she can Niklaus, she is sure.
Elijah freezes almost imperceptibly for a moment, and Rebekah watches his eyes, noting the distant look in them. “No, I won’t begrudge you that, sister.”
“Niklaus cannot know, Elijah,” she whispers furtively, glancing back at her half-brother. “Too much is at stake.”
“He won’t hear it from me.”
Many lifetimes later, Elena Gilbert wears the necklace. She doesn’t know it belongs to an ancient ancestor, and Elijah doesn’t plan on telling her. He wonders, of course, how Bekah’s token ended up with Elena, but the process of possession matters not.
He thinks it’s fitting that the trinket gets back to the Petrova’s. (And wouldn’t it be ironic if she dies with the only real key to breaking Klaus’s curse around her neck?)
He keeps silent because it rightfully belongs to her and because Tatia would want it this way. She would appreciate the irony.
The necklace fits the present owner much more than it ever did his sister.
And if Elijah knows one thing, it is that Elena Gilbert is nothing like his sister.
Title: Playing Rough
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Word Count: 265
Summary: Rebekah always knew more than she was letting on.
A/N: For a tvd_rareships Comment Fic Party prompt by mistress_britt. Originally posted HERE.
Stefan twirls a finger around one of the loose blonde curls framing her face as he listens to her delighted laughter. He lets the drained body drop to the abandoned ballroom floor.
Rebekah turns her head just slightly so he is essentially caressing her cheek. There’s a glimmer in his eyes now, for she’s looking at him expectantly. He raises an eyebrow and watches as she bites her lower lip.
His eyes follow the motion, getting lost in the glossy red. She moves fast, and before he knows it, they’re kissing. The blood in his mouth transfers from him to her.
“You’re very good at this game, you know,” she whispers against his lips.
Stefan tilts his head, his eyes watching her carefully, one hand at her neck, idly playing with the string of pearls she wears. “I wasn’t aware I was playing a game, darlin’.”
“You pretend not to care about anything, leaving bodies in your wake, but I bet you know his name.” Her eyes have shifted to the man on the floor.
Hal Thomas is his name.
He doesn’t show it, though; he can’t, because the guilt would tear him apart if he let it. He can’t let it.
Stefan kicks the body and pulls at her pearls. “You think I’m just playing rough?” he whispers in her ear, delighting in the moan she unsuccessfully tries to fight back.
“Yes,” she hisses. “You know I’m right.”
He yanks the pearls off her neck. “You’re wrong,” he replies in answer as they watch the white balls skitter across the dance floor.
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Word Count: 635
Summary: Caroline's the last one standing, so when Klaus holds out his hand, she has no choice but to accept it.
A/N: For a tvd_rareships Comment Fic Party prompt by ceres_wish. Originally posted HERE.
She follows him because she has nowhere else to go; it is as simple as that, and she tells him so. Her voice shakes as she speaks, but she holds her head high.
“You’ll learn to like me,” Klaus insists with absolute sincerity, even as the blood is drying on her clothes and the bodies on the floor surround her.
She tries to force a smile, but the attempt is weak and she just bursts into tears.
Klaus holds out his hand and after just a moment of hesitation, Caroline wipes at her eyes the grabs for his hand and squeezes it tightly, as if it is all that is keeping her alive.
As they walk away from the gruesome scene, Caroline wonders if she’s making the right decision. She turns back and glances at the mutilated bodies of the people she called friends—they would hate her for this, she knows—but when he tugs pointedly on her arm, she faces forward and continues walking.
As she feels the warm ocean sand beneath her toes, Caroline closes her eyes and savors the feeling of freedom. The wind blows her hair in her face and she smells the ocean and the campfires and the cookouts on the beach and for a while, she convinces herself she is just a normal girl.
Then there are hands covering her eyes and she jumps at the loss of one of her senses. In that moment of darkness, she remembers the fighting and the screaming and the blood. She trembles.
“Relax,” he whispers low in her ear. “It’s just me.”
He pulls his hands away and gracious her with her sight. He’s grinning playfully at her and she tries to smile back, but this time her attempt is tinged with the dark memories of the ghosts of her past.
Klaus gives her a red velvet cake on her birthday, so she returns the favor a few months later with three pans of brownies. When she shows it to him, he notices all the holes in it.
“Are you angry with me?” he asks, concern evident in his voice.
Caroline shakes her head. “I was trying to put all the candles on it…but it wasn’t working.”
He takes notice of the three unlit number candles—one in each pan—adorning the dessert. He laughs as he takes a knife and cuts into the first pan, skipping the lighting tradition.
He hands her a piece, but she shakes her head. She’s not in the mood for celebrating.
Caroline finds it disconcerting, how easy it is for him to play at being a happy family unit. She plays along because she has no one else and nowhere to go, but she is not happy.
“Do you really want me to like you?” she whispers, late one night as he plays with her hair.
Klaus shrugs. “It wouldn’t hurt,” he answers candidly.
She turns to him, leans in and brushes her lips against his, but when he moves to deepen it, she pulls back. “I can’t forget what you did to them, you know that,” she says after a full minuet of staring at him. “I don’t think I can forgive you for it either.”
She doesn’t tell him that being here hurts her because she cannot bear to put that out in the open.
“You could leave, Caroline,” he says the next morning. “I wouldn’t hold it against you.”
She wants so badly to just pack up and go, but there’s a tone of sadness in the way he said the words that makes her shake her head.
“No, I can’t leave you…just as you can’t leave me.”
She swallows the pain, convinces herself it will fade—thinks it may have started to already—and once again places her hand in his.