章節 6: 06

—I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want

So tell me what you want, what you really, really want — Talita had her feet resting on the car dashboard. She was glad she chose jeans instead of the white skirt. The loud music mixed with her voice and caused the entire car to shake. —I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna, (ha) I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah If you wanna be my lover — Someone rudely turned off the radio and she looked up scared. Her psychopathic brother was there with a maniacal smile on his face and next to him a girl with straight dark hair, big brown eyes who looked like she had been crying with those huge doe eyes. - men! I was in the middle of something here! — She looked again at the car dashboard. — Singing something called Wannabe, I seriously didn't know that this century would have such bad and good music at the same time. — The lie flowed from Talita's lips so easily that she felt proud.

— "You're not going to ask me how it was?" — He asked as he fastened his seat belt. The fact that a vampire was putting on his seat belt was indeed surprising, but it made sense considering how unpleasant it would be to jump out of the car.

— "Well, you have that smile like you just killed a bunch of little kids, and there's a girl crying in our backseat, so... how was it there, little brother?"

She got the words right because he opened a huge, sharp smile.

- "Fantastic."

- "Did you see?" — Rebekah waved at him.

- "Who are you?" — The question made Rebekah look up from the radio. The car had just started moving, and she didn't have the slightest desire to ask her psychopath brother where they were going.

- "Who are you?" — She returned the question to the doe-eyed girl.

— "I... I'm Elena Gilbert." — With a frown, Rebekah finally looked at the girl. Where had she heard that name before? Elena, Elena, Elena… ELENA DAMN GILBERT? How was Elena Gilbert a magnet for vampires and death?

- "Elena Gilbert? God…" — the words died in her mouth. Was she in a shitty TV show that ended over 20 years ago?

Rebekah hit her head against the car dashboard. Was she Rebekah, the psycho hybrid's hot sister? Didn't he die in some other spin-off series? Wait. Shit. Should she die? It wasn't like she had watched the damn spin-off series until the end. A million swear words wanted to be uttered out loud, but she just stood there petrified, staring into space. She had watched the damn show over twenty years ago; how the hell was she supposed to remember that stuff?

— "Let me introduce you, dear Elena. This is my little sister, Rebekah." —

She tried to remember the original vampire family she knew she had; what was their name? Milhaelson? Migaelson? Mikaelson? She could swear it was something with M, and she was sure they were the damn villains. Shit.

—"Do you have a sister?"

The question went unanswered, and Elena remained silent after that. Rebekah didn't really care much when the car stopped, and her psycho brother, whose name she was pretty sure started with an N, came out dragging the poor girl. All she did was think furiously about how little she could remember. Elena duplicates a less hot version of Katherine. Damon, hot-ass vampire. Stefan, duplicates dumb hot vampire. Cute hot vampire Caroline. Bonnie, hot witch with bad taste in men… Very hot Matt. Everything she could remember was useless.

— "Original Originals…" — There was… that one in the suit there who was also hot, and there was… the psychopathic hybrid? Why did she remember so little of them? — "White bridge?"

Most of the memories were disjointed. It didn't take long for Rebekah to discover that she was capable of having a headache.

— "You're making the exact same face you made when you wanted to poop and were too small to talk." — Her brother's accent-laden voice made her look up. Outside the car, he was standing there looking at her with a smile on his face.

— "I'm not making a face at the coconut at all." — She got out of the car with a frown on her face.

— "Yes, I was."

— "So, how was it?"

— "Well, things without you were a little more complicated, but..." — There was that sharp smile again. "NICK! HIS NAME WAS NICKLAUS!"

— "I'm happy, so can you make your hybrids now?"

— "Yes, it was all in her blood." — He seemed agitated, not the usual irritated but a strange agitated one. "It was her way of stopping me from making my hybrids even if she managed to transform me… her way of leaving me alone forever."

Rebekah remembered; that was why she liked Niklaus on TV, he was like her. She just didn't want to be alone.

— "I know this probably doesn't mean anything to you, but you're not alone while I'm here, Niklaus. And… I… I'm really happy for you." — Rebekah placed her hand on his shoulder and smiled. They were the right words to say to him, and she didn't need to look at him to confirm. Rebekah knew because it was what she wished she had heard before she died. — "Can we go home now?"

— "Why don't you go get the truck? I'm going to get Elena." — Rebekah looked at the car he had used, in this case stolen from someone.

— "Can't we keep this one? He has cool songs!" — She really hated the look he used.

— "No, but we can take the CDs." —

Rebekah sped up; she didn't care about taking the damn truck as long as he didn't think he could boss her around. Couldn't he just grab the damn girl and both of them run to the truck? He was taking advantage of her goodwill, that bastard.

When Rebekah came back, he wasn't there. Even though he was waiting, no one showed up. It was like that birthday party where her mother sent her to wait on the beach and never came back. She barely knew him, and yet her throat tightened, and tears threatened to form.