XIII - 𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠 𝔣𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔤𝔬

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"WHY ARE YOU THE STUPID WHITE GIRL IN HORROR MOVIES?"

Lilura's question bounced off the walls of the dimly lit warehouse. The pitter patter of her and Klaus' footsteps echoed across floors. The world was was pitch black as if some deity had decided to plunge the world into a great nothingness.

"Why do you say that?" He chuckled, turning around to face Lilura who was clinging to his shoulder. Klaus enjoyed their close proximity. He liked it even more it's the way her breath fanned his neck and made goosebumps appear on his pale skin. Not to mention, she was also gripping the collar of his shirt and his arms with soft fingers.

"You're walking to the bloody noise when you should be running."

Klaus cracked a cocky smile, "Why run when I'm invincible?"

Lilura bit her lip and looked left and right, as if someone was going to jump the pair. "You never can be too careful."

"Love, your squeezing the circulation out of my bicep."

She let go but still held on to his Henley sleeve.

And then suddenly, Lilura felt someone breathing down her neck.

"Nik," She squeaked, closing her eyes.

"Come out, come out where ever you are!" Nik bellowed, throwing an arm around Lilura's waist to keep her from bolting.

The lights turned back on and then suddenly Nik had a dagger sticking through his stomach.

Though it didn't seem to do him any harm.

In front of them, Rebekah Mikaelson furrowed her eyebrows in disappointment.

"Don't pout. You knew it wouldn't kill me," Klaus said, pulling out the dagger. It fell with a nonchalant clatter.

"Yeah, but I was hoping it would hurt more."

"I understand that you're upset with me, Rebekah...So I'm going to let that go. Just this once. Brought you two peace offerings," Klaus tapped Lilura's butt, which propelled the enchantress forward.

She was still in shock as she drank in Rebekah's 20's attire and the annoyed features of the blonde Original.

"Li!" Rebekah beamed, engulfing Lilura in a sea of feathers and pearls. The female Original had missed her friend dearly and she put into the hug the words she wished to say to Lilura.

"Rebekah, I've missed you so much," The Siren whispered sincerely into the other girl's hair, feeling her eyes tear up at the familiar scent of roses and perfume.

When Rebekah finally let go, Klaus clapped and called in the other gift.

"You can come in now," He said.

Stefan walked out of the shadows, forest green eyes searching for the new face. His eyebrows were strung together in their ever present brooding expression. A flash of confusion coated his features like a fine layer of snow on a car window at the sight of the three immortals facing him.

"Stefan..." Rebekah whispered, clenching Lilura's hand harder when she spotted her old flame.

With a wave of his hand to imitate performing magic, Klaus said, "Now you remember."

Lilura watched as a mirage of emotions attacked Stefan's face. She guessed he was reliving all the Chicago memories he had forgotten. When his forest gaze finally focused on Rebekah, they were burning in emotion.

"Rebekah," said Stefan after a moment of silence.

The Salvatore walked closer to the Mikaelsons and squinted at Klaus,  "I remember you. We were friends."

A small nod, "We are friends."

"And now the reason you're here. Gloria tells me you know how to contact the original witch," Klaus beamed, already back to business.

"The original witch?" Rebekah echoed.

"What do you have that Gloria needs?"

The blonde instinctively touched her smooth neck but halted when she realized her belonging was nowhere to be found. "Where's my necklace? What did you do with it? I never take it off!"

Klaus sniffed like the truly helpful brother he was, "I don't know. I didn't touch it."

"We need to find it, Nik. Now, I want it back!"

Klaus rolled his eyes and met Lilura's gaze, "Tell me that's not what she needs, Rebekah!"

As quickly as the peace had been created, all hell broke loose.

"Ugh!" Klaus bïtched, pinching the bride of his nose.

"Don't you ugh me, Niklaus!" The blonde Mikaelson retorted, throwing over her coffin with incomparable vigor.

Lilura bent down and looked under the others, not quiet as keen to flip over a coffin. You see, she was something called a little bit lazy.

"I can't find it," Rebekah huffed in annoyance before splitting into an eerie smile.

"Niiik?"

"What, you hag?"

She pouted, "I'll be needing some clothes and a new necklace. Don't you think, Li?"

The enchantress grinned, never one to pass up on a shopping spree.

"You bet your arse Klaus is paying."

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Lilura had consumed 16 bottles of red wine. Although the store offered champagne, she would much prefer some good old Trader Joe's eight dollar wine because it was a classic. It was a staple, and she was damned if she didn't drink it until she passed out.

Rebekah slammed the door open, "There has to be more to this dress."

"There's not," The siren shrugged.

"So women in the 21st century dress like prostitutes, then. You know, I got dirty looks for wearing trousers."

"You wore trousers so women today could wear nothing," Klaus smirked, offering Lilura some strawberries.

"And what is this music? It sounds like a cable car accident."

Stefan looked ready to die, "It's dance music."

"People dance to this?"

"Yup!" Lilura beamed, getting up and bending down into a twerk.

"No!" Stefan screamed when she squatted. "No! No!"

"What? I'm picking up this penny," The enchantress frowned, indeed snatching said coin off the floor.

"I —"

"Mate," Klaus drawled, staring at Lilura with an amoralistic hunger. "Only I get to see that."

Stefan blanched and sighed, "Are we done?"

"And why are you so grumpy?" Rebekah inquired, pointing at Klaus' permanent frown.

The Hybrid bristled, "I needed one thing from you for my witch to find out why my hybrids are dying, one thing. Your necklace. And you lost it."

"She didn't lose it. It's just been missing for 90 years," Lilura supplied, grinning toothily when Klaus sent her a glare.

"So what do you think?" Bekah spun around.

"I like it," Stefan replied but his eye twitched.

Rebekah and Lilura exchanged irritated glances.

"What? I said I like it."

"I can always tell when you're lying, Stefan," Rebekah spat, disappearing back into the fitting room.

"Naughty, naughty," Lilura tutted.

Klaus groaned, "Nice one. Good work."

"You're the one that pulled the dagger out of her," Stefan whined.

From the room, the trio heard a gasp,  "I heard that."

"All right. I'm going to get some fresh air," Stefan grumbled,  standing up and shoving his hand in his pockets.

It was silent for a while.

"More wine, love?"

———— Δ ————

After anihilating Klaus' credit card, Lilura and Rebekah walked out of the store in fits of giggles. The great Hybrid followed, frown set in place and hands itching to wring his own sister's neck.

This continued until Gloria's bar, where Klaus forgot about his murderous tendencies when Lilura decided to sit on his lap rather than the other chairs.

"What do you think you're doing?"

The siren smiled sweetly, but Klaus knew she didn't need to use any of her siren charm to make him do things.

"I want to sit on a cushion, and you're the next best thing. Besides, I know you like it, so stop complaining."

The Hybrid hid his smile, "My starlight, I am anything but a cushion. "

Her nose scrunched up, "Gross. Are you saying you're hard?"

Klaus choked on his drink.

At the same moment, the door swung open to reveal Stefan Salvatore who looked a little shaken.

"You left us," Rebekah commented, stirring her martini and staring at him.

Stefan sat down. "Yeah, sorry. Retail therapy was making my head explode."

After letting Lilura pat his back to relieve him of his choking, Klaus croaked, "Tell me about it."

"What's she doing?"

Klaus followed Stefan's gaze, "Gloria's failing."

The witch rolled her eyes, "It's hard to find something when you don't have anything to go on."

"So use me. I only wore it for a thousand years," Rebekah said.

"See? Now this one offers a solution."

The female Mikaelson sat atop the bar, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

"All right, give me your hand, sweetheart," Gloria mumbled.

"She's, uh, she's looking for the necklace, huh?" Stefan asked the siren.

"Do I have to answer?" Lilura asked, rubbing her eyes in exasperation. "We've been over this, Stefan. Stop being Elena."

"I can sense something," The witch suddenly spoke. "Anta Cotis Syrum, Anta Cotis Syrum...I found it."

"So where is it?" Rebekah immediately sprung the question.

Gloria chuckled, "It doesn't work like that, doll. I get images. There's a girl with her friends..."

"Yes, a dead girl with dead friends, if I don't get my necklace back," Rebekah growled.

"Well, I'll have to dive back in to get the details."

Klaus began to play with the midnight strands of Lilura's hair. "So dive," He smiled through gritted teeth. Klaus had picked up on Gloria's strange reluctance to help him since their first meeting. Something was not right; Gloria was playing a dangerous game.

"I need more time," Gloria insisted.

Immediately, Lilura sensed a change in the witch's demeanour.

"And space. You're harshing my ju-ju."

"We can wait," Lilura said, narrowing her eyes. "It's no problem."

"I'm sure you can. But that's not what I asked."

The siren felt Klaus stiffen.

"Hey. Hey, you know, why don't we just come back later. I'm hungry anyway. I'll let you pick who we eat," Stefan placed a hand on Klaus' shoulder.

"Hold on," Lilura held her hand up. "What about my dog? Could you maybe check if he's alive?"

A drop of sweat fell from Stefan's forehead and onto the floor.

Gloria noded, "Give me your hand."

The siren offered her soft hands, and Gloria closed her eyes. Almost a second later, the witch resurfaced with a smile.

"He's a cute one," She said.

"Yeah, he was," Lilura smiled sadly.

"You don't have to worry. Sirius isn't dead. He's actually being well taken care of."

The Siren fell her heart stop from pure happiness. "Where?"

Gloria scrunched her eyebrows, "I'm not quiet sure, but the man giving it a bath called you 'Lily'."

Lilura's anger was about to explode in three, two —

"Love," The Hybrid said. "We'll take care of it."

And suddenly she wasn't so mad at Damon. Perhaps it was the reasurrance of someone being on her side, but maybe it was because Klaus was looking at her like that.

Like he would rip the branches off trees and hold lightning bolts in his hands, just so she could walk peacefully. Like he would swim to the bottom of the ocean to retrieve her happiness. Like he would do anything if she asked.

Yes, maybe it was that.

For someone who had been alone for so long, the simple promise of being there made her heart swell with emotion. Silent but thankfully, the siren accepted the hybrid's warm arm across her shoulder as they walked out the bar.

———— Δ ————

"My girl's dead. I'm bored."

Lilura looked up from her book to see Rebekah in the same spot, on top of a crater, with the company of an unconscious girl.

"You weren't kidding about being hungry," Klaus remarked, watching Stefan's binge in fascination.

"Yeah. It's been a long day."

Or maybe you're hiding something.

"Try being related to her and married to her," The Hybrid chuckled, pointing to the women respectively.

"You're being mean," Rebekah said. To Stefan she grimaced, "And why are you being mean? You used to love me."

Klaus turned around to catch Lilura's stiff middle finger as a reply to his statement.

He laughed under his breath, "It's been ninety years, Rebekah. Give him a minute."

"Why are you taking his side?"

"Because, my dear sister, I feel pity for any man who doesn't give you what you want."

Rebekah sneered, "Will you stop making me out to be a brat? I am not a brat!"

"A thousand years of life experience says otherwise."

"Well, you're no picnic, either. I mean, I've only spent one summer with you and I feel like I want to blow my head off," Stefan replied.

"Fantastic," Rebekah cackles.

"I need to go," The Salvatore stated, dropping his guy and whisking himself out of the warehouse.

"Where's he going?"

"To write a name on a wall. It's a long story," Klaus wiped his mouth.

Lilura turned the page, "You see, Bekah, you dated an absolute creep."

The blonde bounced over to Lilura.

"Oh, how I've missed you, Li."

————— Δ ————

"We're going to go back in there and demand answers," Klaus said, pointing at the bar. "We're going to make Gloria tell us the whereabouts of Sirius and the necklace. We will not go without an answer!"

Lilura watched him rant with a small smile. "Aye, captain!" She saluted him.

"Alright, ladies first."

When they opened the door, Lilura realized the bar was void of life.

Gloria was gone and so was the alcohol.

"Bloody hell," Klaus whispered. "The witch ran!"

Lilura mused with a knowing smile, "Don't you think everything's a bit weird?"

Klaus pursed his lips but noded in agreement.

"I sense several lies here, Nik," She said. "And I have a feeling they all stem from a certain Salvatore."

Klaus smirked, "Well, great minds do think alike."

"Naughty, naughty Stefan."

———— Δ ————

Lilura and Klaus bounced on the scene with two twinningly evil smiles.

"Gloria's gone. She's cleared out. We need to find a new witch immediately," Klaus said.

"Who died?" Lilura inquired at the tense silence between Rebekah and Stefan.

"Yeah, what's going on?"

Rebekah's eyes flickered uncertainly,"Something's wrong. He was asking about Mikael. He's not with us, Nik. I can sense it."

"She's wrong. Klaus..."

Klaus did not let the liar finish his sentence.

"Oop, now Stefan's dead," Lilura remarked, prodding the still form with her foot. Her blue-green eyes darkened,

"I've got a score to settle with the other one."

Klaus grabbed the traitor's foot and lugged him to the car.

"Don't worry, girls. We'll give them what they want," He flung Stefan into the trunk. "Right after we make it rain blood on the town."

"I like the sound of that," Lilura giggled, slamming the car door shut. "To Mystic Falls we go!"

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