Fanfiction: The Vampire Diaries: You Can't Keep Faking That You Don't Feel This Anymore
Title: You Can't Keep Faking That You Don't Feel This Anymore
Summary: It was funny how a promise could feel more like a curse over time. A history of Klaus and Rebekah
Pairing: Klaus/Rebekah, with implied Stefan/Rebekah, and Stefan/Rebekah/Klaus
Rating: R
Word Count: 1151 words
Author's note: Written for a friend on another site, inspired by "Your Bruise" by Death Cab for Cutie. Unbeta'd
The first few centuries were easy. They went back to Europe, to the land their parents came from, land Elijah remembered from his childhood, land she had never seen. She was still a maiden then. Father had only just begun to negotiate within the town over a suitable husband for her.
She'd never marry now, but she had her brothers. She had her family. And for a long time, that was enough.
It was after the first hundred years that she admitted to Niklaus that she longed for other girls had, that she had not ever felt the touch of a man, not like that. He had a strange look in his eyes, and if she was honest, she'd admit she wasn't surprised when he snuck into her room that night (perhaps that was what she was waiting for, why she had not yet let another man touch her).
He claimed her that night, in more than one way, letting his fangs sink into the skin of her neck as he broke past her virgin barrier. It hurt, but she also felt closer to him than she had before (something she would not have thought possible, she was always closer to Nik than anyone else).
She curled up in his arms that night, begging him to sleep with her. He grinned a little.
"It's risky, sister, what if Elijah sees us?"
She was selfish though, willing to take the risk. "Do you really think he could do anything if he did?"
That earned a dark chuckle out of her brother. "No. I don't think he could." And his expression suddenly became more serious, more challenging. "You won't let him or anyone come between us, will you? You belong to me now."
And there was a twist in her stomach, and in that moment, he seemed unlike her brother at all. Not the one she knew. But she tried to push it away. "Of course. Always and forever, Nik."
Later on, he'd remind her that she was the one who practically invited him into her bed that night. That she had been the one to start all of this.
This was her fault.
-
They carried on like this for a while, though after a few centuries, Rebekah started picking up other men. She became obsessed with modern romance, the life she had never gotten the chance to experience. She never lasted long with any of them. She either got bored of them and killed them herself, or Nik took care of it for her.
He was thoughtful like that. Or so he claimed.
Her longest affair led to an engagement. She had left the manor she had been staying in with Elijah and Niklaus to live with the man and his family. It was fun, compelling his servants, pretending she could be a real noblewoman (if she had asked Nik, he'd tell her they were better than that, equivalent to Gods). But then she got a hurried letter from Nik.
He found the doppleganger.
She let her poor fiance go, erasing all memories of her before heading back to England, to meet this Katerina Petrova herself. She wanted to be there when Nik finally freed himself from the shackles of his curse.
But she was too late. Everything was a wreck by the time she got there. Elijah was gone. And so was Katerina (a vampire now, and thus, useless).
When she got there he pulled her close, his breath heavy on her neck. "I almost had her, love," His angered words whispered out. "I was going to be free. But now that's all ruined. She'll pay for this."
Rebekah lifted up a hand, cupping his cheek as she tried to comfort him. "Let her go, Niklaus." She rarely used his full name, but now seemed like an appropriate time. "You don't need her. You have me."
"Elijah chose her, he helped her," He whispered bitterly. "It will only be a matter of time before you do the same, sister."
Rebekah's stomach twisted, like it did more and more often when he got like this. She thought of Finn, already daggered safely away in his coffin.
Was it truly only a matter of time before she joined him?
-
They ran more than ever now. Ran to find Katerina, to hide from their father, they never stayed much of anywhere. She never even got to make friends anymore, there was hardly time. The lovers she did pick up ended up killed sooner as opposed to later. And then he would slip in her bed, claiming her again, reminding her who she really belonged to.
Anf as much as she loved Nik (and dammit all she loved him, despite everything) he began to feel more like a cage than anything else. And she was his gilded bird, unable to fly away and be free.
Which was why Chicago came as such a relief to her. It was so alive. They had only finally returned to America in the past twenty years, but so far, Chicago was her favorite city. The jazz halls, the dancing, the fashion. The 20s suited her. She felt more alive than she had in decades.
And then she met Stefan Salvatore. She had had many lovers over the years, but Stefan, he was something else, he was special. And Nik liked him, or grew to anyways. It was not uncommon for her to find both men joining her at night. It was the perfect situation. Stefan filled the hole Elijah's absence had left and then some. It was like he belonged with them.
But Mikeal found them, he always did, and Nik wouldn't let her take Stefan with them. It was the first time in hundreds of years she had asked for a favor like this from him, and he had refused.
And once more, he made her make a choice.
"Him or me"
She chose Stefan.
And as he stepped closer to her that familiar twist in her stomach came back, followed by the sensation of a dagger slipping into her skin, incapacitating her.
-
She forgave him, eventually, for killing their mother. To be honest, that part had never bothered her as much as the fact that he had lied to her for so long.
He smirked, as if he was expecting it. "Aren't we a pair."
Like that first night, she wasn't surprised when he came in her room. Wasn't surprised when he slid inside her, when he bit down on her neck, filling her up in every possible way.
And she wasn't surprised by the twist in her stomach as he leaned in, whispering in her ear as he came.
"Always and forever, love," He reminded her, as if he was scolding a child. "Your words, not mine."
It was funny how a promise could feel more like a curse over time.
Summary: It was funny how a promise could feel more like a curse over time. A history of Klaus and Rebekah
Pairing: Klaus/Rebekah, with implied Stefan/Rebekah, and Stefan/Rebekah/Klaus
Rating: R
Word Count: 1151 words
Author's note: Written for a friend on another site, inspired by "Your Bruise" by Death Cab for Cutie. Unbeta'd
The first few centuries were easy. They went back to Europe, to the land their parents came from, land Elijah remembered from his childhood, land she had never seen. She was still a maiden then. Father had only just begun to negotiate within the town over a suitable husband for her.
She'd never marry now, but she had her brothers. She had her family. And for a long time, that was enough.
It was after the first hundred years that she admitted to Niklaus that she longed for other girls had, that she had not ever felt the touch of a man, not like that. He had a strange look in his eyes, and if she was honest, she'd admit she wasn't surprised when he snuck into her room that night (perhaps that was what she was waiting for, why she had not yet let another man touch her).
He claimed her that night, in more than one way, letting his fangs sink into the skin of her neck as he broke past her virgin barrier. It hurt, but she also felt closer to him than she had before (something she would not have thought possible, she was always closer to Nik than anyone else).
She curled up in his arms that night, begging him to sleep with her. He grinned a little.
"It's risky, sister, what if Elijah sees us?"
She was selfish though, willing to take the risk. "Do you really think he could do anything if he did?"
That earned a dark chuckle out of her brother. "No. I don't think he could." And his expression suddenly became more serious, more challenging. "You won't let him or anyone come between us, will you? You belong to me now."
And there was a twist in her stomach, and in that moment, he seemed unlike her brother at all. Not the one she knew. But she tried to push it away. "Of course. Always and forever, Nik."
Later on, he'd remind her that she was the one who practically invited him into her bed that night. That she had been the one to start all of this.
This was her fault.
-
They carried on like this for a while, though after a few centuries, Rebekah started picking up other men. She became obsessed with modern romance, the life she had never gotten the chance to experience. She never lasted long with any of them. She either got bored of them and killed them herself, or Nik took care of it for her.
He was thoughtful like that. Or so he claimed.
Her longest affair led to an engagement. She had left the manor she had been staying in with Elijah and Niklaus to live with the man and his family. It was fun, compelling his servants, pretending she could be a real noblewoman (if she had asked Nik, he'd tell her they were better than that, equivalent to Gods). But then she got a hurried letter from Nik.
He found the doppleganger.
She let her poor fiance go, erasing all memories of her before heading back to England, to meet this Katerina Petrova herself. She wanted to be there when Nik finally freed himself from the shackles of his curse.
But she was too late. Everything was a wreck by the time she got there. Elijah was gone. And so was Katerina (a vampire now, and thus, useless).
When she got there he pulled her close, his breath heavy on her neck. "I almost had her, love," His angered words whispered out. "I was going to be free. But now that's all ruined. She'll pay for this."
Rebekah lifted up a hand, cupping his cheek as she tried to comfort him. "Let her go, Niklaus." She rarely used his full name, but now seemed like an appropriate time. "You don't need her. You have me."
"Elijah chose her, he helped her," He whispered bitterly. "It will only be a matter of time before you do the same, sister."
Rebekah's stomach twisted, like it did more and more often when he got like this. She thought of Finn, already daggered safely away in his coffin.
Was it truly only a matter of time before she joined him?
-
They ran more than ever now. Ran to find Katerina, to hide from their father, they never stayed much of anywhere. She never even got to make friends anymore, there was hardly time. The lovers she did pick up ended up killed sooner as opposed to later. And then he would slip in her bed, claiming her again, reminding her who she really belonged to.
Anf as much as she loved Nik (and dammit all she loved him, despite everything) he began to feel more like a cage than anything else. And she was his gilded bird, unable to fly away and be free.
Which was why Chicago came as such a relief to her. It was so alive. They had only finally returned to America in the past twenty years, but so far, Chicago was her favorite city. The jazz halls, the dancing, the fashion. The 20s suited her. She felt more alive than she had in decades.
And then she met Stefan Salvatore. She had had many lovers over the years, but Stefan, he was something else, he was special. And Nik liked him, or grew to anyways. It was not uncommon for her to find both men joining her at night. It was the perfect situation. Stefan filled the hole Elijah's absence had left and then some. It was like he belonged with them.
But Mikeal found them, he always did, and Nik wouldn't let her take Stefan with them. It was the first time in hundreds of years she had asked for a favor like this from him, and he had refused.
And once more, he made her make a choice.
"Him or me"
She chose Stefan.
And as he stepped closer to her that familiar twist in her stomach came back, followed by the sensation of a dagger slipping into her skin, incapacitating her.
-
She forgave him, eventually, for killing their mother. To be honest, that part had never bothered her as much as the fact that he had lied to her for so long.
He smirked, as if he was expecting it. "Aren't we a pair."
Like that first night, she wasn't surprised when he came in her room. Wasn't surprised when he slid inside her, when he bit down on her neck, filling her up in every possible way.
And she wasn't surprised by the twist in her stomach as he leaned in, whispering in her ear as he came.
"Always and forever, love," He reminded her, as if he was scolding a child. "Your words, not mine."
It was funny how a promise could feel more like a curse over time.