The next day, Mystic Falls at Rebekah's House.
Elijah was with his sister, Rebekah, and Katherine, in the living room.
"Rebekah, we need your help in New Orleans. Our brother needs our help with his child."
Rebekah looked at him angrily. "So, that's it? I'm just supposed to pack up my things and leave for good, forget my life here?"
"What life, Rebekah? You've barely settled here since waking up. Do you want to graduate, go to college?" Elijah tried to reason with her. "Those are things that you can do after helping our family. Your family."
"I wanted to be human. I wanted children and a family, but I lost hope of having any of that when the cure was destroyed. Now you want me to leave any kind of happiness I could get from experiencing a normal life and go there selflessly to protect the child of Klaus, the brother who deprived me of any notion of happiness for centuries?"
Elijah was at a loss for words. He knew she was right.
"I must say, Elijah, I thought you were the reasonable one," Katherine interjected. "You're being selfish asking Rebekah this. It should be Klaus here, with an honest apology for having wronged her for so long. He didn't even care about her wishes when the cure was available, thinking only of himself, as selfish as he always was and will be."
"You're supposed to be more generous with family."
Rebekah's dissatisfaction and anger were evident in her face as she heard those things...
Seeing things spiraling out of control, Elijah sighed and pleaded with her. "Rebekah, you're right, but please, we can't change these things. We are family, and I stand before you to offer you both your wishes."
Rebekah looked at him with a sneer. "And if I decide against you? A dagger in my heart and then back in a box?"
"I've made my case. Your family needs you. And what choice you make right now is your own."
"You're right, Elijah. MY family needs me, and that's why I will stay here." Rebekah touched her belly, experiencing the joy of being a mother. After all the revelations the night before, she had come to terms with what was happening and found herself full of joy that Joe, the young man she had been falling in love with, was actually her son. It didn't change anything as she didn't care about the concept of what was considered morality of anything involving their past actions; the sudden news only spurred her feelings for him even more to grow stronger and more violent. She and Katherine were both dealing with their newfound happiness and different emotions with the fact that they were mothers, sharing a child in Rebekah's womb who had both of their blood.
"I owe him nothing. I wish him no joy. No love. I will stay here and live my life the way I want to, for I have finally gotten both wishes you are 'offering', things I desired since we were changed."
Elijah looked at her, doubts in his eyes as he heard the subtle hidden meaning in her words. Seeing her caress her belly, something he had seen her do many times recently, the wheels in his mind started turning even more after hearing her words. "Rebekah, what do you mean by 'Your family'? Do you...?"
Rebekah looked at him with a blossoming smile. "I'm pregnant, Elijah. I'm going to be a mother!"
Elijah was speechless. "S-Stop kidding, Rebekah," he stuttered in disbelief unknowngly.
"She is not kidding, Elijah. She is carrying our child," Katherine said, moving beside Rebekah and resting her hand softly on her shoulder. "Instead of us going there, we have an offer for you. What about you staying here and protecting your family, Elijah? After all, your sister's child is also family, right?"
"Your child?" Elijah's doubts were piling as he was more confused than shocked. "This is not possible. Besides, why should it be your child too if Rebekah is the mother? This is nonsense, stop fooling me with this act and these words..."
"We are not fooling you, brother. I'm carrying my child and Katherine's. He shares both our blood."
"Impossible! Niklaus can have a child because he is a hybrid and the woman having it was a werewolf. It was one of nature's loopholes the witches at the French Quarter explained. You are only a vampire, Rebekah. It's not possible, besides, you both are women!"
"What kind of nonsense are you saying that you both are mothers of this supposed child? To whom can you fool with this nonsense?"
"Elijah, this child is a fact. And we are both the mothers of him." Katherine smiled softly. "Remember the day when we got this mark?" She pointed at her neck and then at Rebekah's. "This is our bond... to our child."
"That appeared the moment he was conceived."
Elijah looked at them both as if they were crazy, suddenly falling into taking into account the 'voice' they were hearing. "You both are mad. You must be under some kind of spell by this 'voice' you both are afflicted with. I should have taken you to New Orleans so the witches could check you, sister. It was my fault for not thinking about it and leaving you here."
"No, Elijah, I'm fine, we are fine," Rebekah smiled, a little amused at his words. "It is true what Katherine is saying, the voice is our child."
...
Elijah, Katherine, and Rebekah talked for a while as they tried to explain to him what was happening.
After Elijah came to terms with his unexpected new nephew, he couldn't stop glancing at Rebekah's belly every now and then, feeling a mix of emotions, more on the weird side. "So... you will have him?"
"Of course, I will. I'm his mother, and he is my son. He carries my blood," Rebekah looked at him, a bit angry and indignant.
"I-I never thought otherwise, sister." Elijah quickly tried to calm her down. It was just... everything was so weird for him right now.
"Now you know. I will stay here and protect my family, and I hope you do the same and stay here with us. After all, he is your family now, too."
Elijah was silent for a while as he tried to organize his thoughts. "Rebekah, I'm happy for you. I really am. And I'm sure you will be a great mother," he then looked at Katherine, "along with Katherine, for this child."
"But... Klaus still needs us, and now, knowing you are pregnant with a child, it is of utmost importance that we are all together to protect both children, sister. Come with me."
"Going to New Orleans will only expose my son to danger, Elijah," Katherine spoke first before Rebekah could. "Here he will be safer."
"Safe? There is Silas out there. He will not be safe from him nor any of you both."
"And going to New Orleans to face witches that can manipulate Klaus and his child as they wish or this Marcel is going to be safer?"
Elijah looked at them both. They were firmly decided to stay. Sighing, he stood up from the couch. "Sister, Klaus needs more help than you at this moment. I believe it is the right choice for me to go to his side and help him there, and I still believe that it would be safer for you and your child to come and be with us, in family... In family, we can protect each other better."
He paused.
"Still... given the current situation, I can't continue to ask you to come and leave behind this place where you believe your child will be safe. That would be too much of me, as I asked for your help with Niklaus. You both are my siblings, and I can't put one over the other in this matter. That wouldn't be right of me."
"So, I can only act with the biggest problem, and that is Klaus's matter. I'm sorry, sister. I really hope everything goes well here till we can resolve the matter there and we can get back here to Mystic Falls."
"You're leaving then, Elijah." Rebekah looked at him with a mix of emotions. "Fine, go to him." She dismissed him with a tired voice.
"Be smart, Elijah. Klaus is stark raving mad, not to mention completely irredeemable. Leave him and stay here and be an uncle for your nephew, for my child and Rebekah's. I have lost so much of my life to Klaus, as Rebekah and you. It's our turn, Elijah. Please."
"I can't, Katerina. I hope you find a bit of what was taken from you by my brother in your child with Rebekah. I really do." Elijah took a final look at them both before disappearing from the house.
"I got hungry with all this, I'm going to change and leave for Mystic Grill. You coming?" Rebekah asked as she stood up, her plump ass bouncing distinctly as she moved. Her growing habit of craving food because of her pregnancy was doing wonders for her body as it started to take on more shapely curves.
"Sure. I have nothing else to do." Katherine said as she looked at her, taking a few peeks at her ass and tits that were getting fuller, feeling a little bit jealous, wishing she was the one pregnant of the two.
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Meanwhile, at the same time, in another place.
At Mystic Falls High, Elena, Bonnie, Caroline, and Matt arrived at the school entrance.
Caroline beamed. "Elena, you're here. Hey, I got valedictorian. You can help me write my speech."
Elena shrugged. "Pass."
"Come on. We're graduating this year. This is it. We need to soak up every second before—" Caroline's excitement didn't fade.
"Wait. Something's not right. I don't want to be here." Elena cut her off, her expression distant.
Damon appeared beside them with his always mischievous smile. "What's wrong with you? Don't you want to be with your friends? Graduation parties, caps, gowns? You know the drill."
Elena's gaze hardened. "What is this? We're not really here, are we? We're in my head."
"Relax. I just want to show you what you've been missing since you took the giant leap over the cuckoo's nest." Damon shrugged.
Elena frowned at his words. "The last thing I remember..."
Damon smirked. "Let me guess. Prom night. Beautiful dress, gorgeous hair, you trying to kill Bonnie. It's a good thing I was there to take care of you."
Elena's voice was sharp as she realised something. "You starved me. You and Stefan."
"Yeah. Well, we had to keep you weak so I could bring you here. See, the way I figure it is, if I can make you nostalgic, then you're already halfway to getting your humanity back." Damon tilted his head.
Elena shook her head with disdain. "It's not gonna work, Damon."
Damon smiled slightly. "Well, there are other ways to provoke an emotional response."
.....
Outside the dream, Stefan stood by the door, as he looked at his brother. "You still have her locked in the safe? You've been in her head for an hour. Still nothing?"
Damon glanced at Stefan and rolled his eyes. "How are you doing in there? Is the old you ready to come out and play?" He asked mischievously to Elena inside.
"Go to hell." Elena's voice came cold and sharp.
Damon's expression didn't change as he shrugged it off. "Okay. Back you go. We can do this the nice way, or we can do it the hard way. Either way, we're not stopping until you turn your humanity switch back on. I'll let you think about it. I'll be back in a couple hours… or a couple years. We've got all the time in the world."
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At the Mystic Grill, Rebekah and Katherine sat facing each other across a table. Katherine watched with amusement and fascination as Rebekah devoured the mountains of food piled on the table, showing no signs of slowing down. The spread was enough to feed an army, but Rebekah was eating for two, so Katherine found it fitting that she was keeping up her strength. She silently accompanied her, drinking her own beverage, not wanting to disturb Rebekah's feast.
Matt, who was about to check out from work and leave the grill, saw them both and confused Katherine with Elena. This seemingly weirded him out, as Rebekah was eating like a starved woman beside her.
"Hey, girls," Matt greeted them.
Rebekah, seeing him, stopped eating and cleaned her lips with a ladylike movement, as if she hadn't been eating like a barbarian just a moment ago. "I was wondering if you were gonna say hello after ignoring our table for so long."
"I was working, didn't have much free time for anything else," Matt said without much thought. Then, without waiting for her answer, he looked at Katherine. "How are you doing, Elena? Are you back to normal?"
["I don't like him...have I said it before?"]
"Boy, I'm not Elena, so you can go and be a sorry ass somewhere else," Katherine quickly sent him on his way with a sharp tone.
Joe wished he could be able to clap and cheer at Katherine's answer.
Matt looked as if he had eaten shit as he stared at her. "Katherine."
"The one and only."
"Why are you with her, Rebekah? I thought you were better than this," he looked at Rebekah.
"Are you looking to die, boy?" Katherine, with an angry look, gazed at him. She couldn't believe this stupid human boy was talking about her like that.
Joe was also angry enough at the disrespect of this asshole towards his two most important people in his new life, his mothers at that!
A whisper of magic left Rebekah as it targeted Matt, who looked at them weirdly as he soon started clutching his neck as if he was asphyxiating. "I-I c-an't b-reath..." He tried to talk while his face started changing color to purple because of his lack of air.
Katherine smiled with satisfying glee in her eyes as the cunt suffered.
Rebekah, however, was worried. "Stop, Joe! Don't kill him, he didn't mean those words."
But her words weren't exactly effective as Matt was about to faint. The disturbance was happening without interrupting other customers, as it seemed that no one was looking at their side nor paying attention as they carried on with their own things and matters.
"Joe!" Rebekah insisted with a worried look. She didn't move to assist him as she felt that if she did, her son would kill him directly. It wasn't new, his distaste for Matt.
["Why? Why are you saving him? He repeatedly talked like an ass to you and now Katherine."]
"I-I know. But that doesn't make him deserve to die, right?"
["It does to me, for talking like that to my mothers... No one can disrespect or wrong you both, even less in my presence."]
"Let him go, he will learn from this. Please."
"You should let him die. Why do you care?" Katherine questioned her with a bored tone.
"Shut up. I'm trying to be better," Rebekah sent her a hard stare.
"Boring," Katherine rolled her eyes at her 'trying to be better' act.
"Son!"
Matt, who was about to die as his mouth was already foaming, started breathing deeply as air started filling his lungs.
Rebekah, seeing him let go, smiled satisfied. "Thank you, son."
["The things I do for love..."]
Matt's face started regaining a bit of color as he gasped like a fish out of water for a long while. His body was covered in sweat, and he even released the contents of his bladder as an involuntary reaction, staining his pants.
As he could incorporate himself after a few minutes, he looked terrified, as if he had nearly died. "I-I-" He was stuttering, not able to form words as he looked at them.
"Go, Matt. Take care of yourself," Rebekah said as she tried to soothe him.
Matt looked at her deeply and, without saying a word, his body trembling, he fled for his life, terrified, not knowing what had happened a moment ago.
"That was amusing," Katherine snickered as she saw Matt flee.
"It wasn't!" Rebekah chided her. "That's what you want to be for our son? For him to kill and take pleasure in it?"
["...."]
"Oh, now you should shut up, Rebekah," Katherine angrily said. "Don't try to appear like the holy virgin now."
They stayed silent as Rebekah continued eating after giving her a hard stare. Katherine, unbothered, called the staff to clean the floor beside their table.
Rebekah, after a while, relented as she saw no benefit in being in conflict with Katherine over such a little matter as Matt. "Are they still keeping Elena trapped in the Salvatore mansion? I happen to like her just the way she is. It's tragic that they're trying so desperately to fix something that isn't broken."
"The Salvatore brothers are desperate to get back her old version, for them, their toy is broken," Katherine made small chat, being of the same mind as Rebekah. "They made her the way she is after disturbing her life; it was a matter of time before she would become what she currently is."
Rebekah laughed at her words. "Totally, not like you've had a hand in that, right?"
"If it wasn't me, someone else would have. You can't expect to live a normal life with two centuries-old vampires being around you, right?"
As they were chatting, Bonnie appeared through the grill entrance. She looked around for a while before spotting them. She walked over with a neutral face, not showing any emotion.
"Bonnie Bennett, the emergency witch of the Scooby team," Katherine greeted her.
Rebekah let out a small snicker at her words, while Bonnie stared at her, unamused.
"What's with that look?" Katherine mocked. "Anyway, what do you need with moi? You sounded urgent and anxious after contacting me."
"Especially when Elena needs her favorite witch to help her,"
Bonnie tried to calm herself down forcefully as she spoke, "This has nothing to do with them. This is between you and me."
"I have helped you two before, looking at your problem. Now I need your help."
Katherine and Rebekah looked at each other at her words.
"All right. Well, luckily for you, I've got some spare time on my hands. You said you have an offer I can't refuse. Well, by all means, what do you have in mind?"
"I need Silas's tombstone," Bonnie asked, getting straight to the point.
Katherine's lips twitched. "Help me understand what you just said. You want me to hand over Silas's tombstone? What makes you think I even have it?"
"I know you took it from the island. You're a scavenger. You'd never leave it behind."
"Are you picking trash from everywhere now, Katherine?" Rebekah mocked her. "I thought it was Stefan and Elena who were behind the disappearance of the tombstone."
Katherine rolled her eyes at her words, not answering her. Instead, she looked curiously at Bonnie. "So you're working for Silas now, huh? Running errands for the big, bad immortal."
"I didn't switch sides. In two days, there'll be a full moon. Silas wants me to harness its power to drop the veil between our side and the other side. He wants to take the cure, and then he wants to die. I said I'd help him, and I've been hiding from him ever since, buying time."
"Time for what?"
"You don't need to worry about it. You just need to give me the tombstone."
"It's a hunk of rock. What do you even want with it?"
Bonnie didn't answer her, smartly deflecting her question. "The less you know, the better. Silas is psychic. He can get into people's heads, read their minds, make them see things that aren't really there. I'm taking a big enough risk just talking to you."
Katherine snickered inwardly as she didn't care about Silas, but she still followed Bonnie's game. "Okay. Then how do I know that you're not him?"
"You don't. But I'm not."
"And what makes you so sure that I'm not him?"
"Because he can't get into my head anymore. Because I am the only one who can see his true face."
["...."]
"Alright. What's in it for me?" Katherine looked at her with an interested expression.
"Bring me the tombstone. Help me stop Silas from unleashing hell on earth, and believe me, I'll make it worth your while."
["She is lying to you... she can't give you anything worthwhile, and even if she could, she would never give you anything at all."]
Katherine paused after hearing Joe. She was a little angered by Bonnie, but she was composed enough. "How about no? I'm not interested."
"I'm perfectly aware that tombstone isn't just a hunk of rock."
"No kidding." Bonnie gnashed her lip, looking frustrated at her.
"And it got me thinking, all big spells require a source of power, a recurring element like a full moon, a comet. But that tombstone is filled with the blood of your ancient relative Katsooyay or whatever."
"Qetsiyah," Bonnie corrected her.
Katherine's lips pursed in a sneer. "She was powerful enough to create the other side. So maybe if you have her blood, you don't need a full moon to drop the veil. Maybe you can do it whenever you want. The thing I can't figure out is why do you want to drop the veil at all?"
"I have my reasons." Bonnie's frustration grew as Katherine talked.
"And again, I ask, what's in it for me?"
"You'll get the one thing you want most in this world—freedom, survival. Never having to run from anyone again. Once I've dropped the veil, I can speak to Qetsiyah. She created the spell that made Silas truly immortal, invulnerable to any weapon. You'd like that for yourself, wouldn't you? I can give it to you." Bonnie tried to seduce her with big, boastful promises that she knew would never be fulfilled.
["Hahaha."]
["Qetsiyah telling her the immortality spell?"]
["Well, you know her story; you can deduce something of her."]
Katherine looked as if she had eaten a fly. Meanwhile, Rebekah choked on her food as she started laughing while eating.
Bonnie didn't know why they had such a big reaction to her words.
"Who do you take me for, Bonnie Bennett? A fool?" Katherine asked angrily. "I'm not giving you anything for trying to fool me."
Bonnie grew exasperated, not knowing where it went wrong with what she said. "I'm not fooling you. I will be able to make you truly immortal like Silas at the given moment." She tried to insist, her forehead creasing in frustration.
"Leave it. I don't wanna hear more. You can leave." Katherine shooed her away with her hand.
Bonnie didn't leave. She looked at Rebekah and Katherine and considered her chances of taking them down to rob the stone from them.
["Give her the tombstone."]
"What?" Katherine and Rebekah exclaimed at the same time as they looked at each other. "Why!" Bonnie looked at their abrupt exclamation in wonder.
["Make her drink a bit of Rebekah's blood for the stone. It would be better if it were my own blood, but I believe none of you will give her that."]
"No way!" Rebekah quickly said. "What do you want to do?"
Katherine thought about it for a second before her face changed. "Do you want her bound to you, too?"
["I'm not. A few drops of Rebekah's blood wouldn't make her bound to me, at least not permanently, but it will be enough for me to act when needed."]
"Why," Rebekah asked, not wanting to give her anything.
["Because some things need to happen. Mom, do it and stop asking too many questions."] He commanded them.
Rebekah still didn't want to, but she would give it to her anyway.
Katherine sighed and looked at Bonnie. "I will give you the tombstone. I don't need any of your empty promises, but instead, you need to drink a bit of Rebekah's blood."
Bonnie looked at them both weirdly. "Who were you talking to?" Then she thought of the mark she had examined on them. "The voice? The one bound to you both?"
When she thought of the weird power that had absorbed her magic and left her feeling nothing, she became worried about Katherine's term of wanting her to drink Rebekah's blood. She had forgotten about that event completely as she was focused on Silas.
"N-No... I will not drink her blood."
"Then, sorry, sweetheart, you will not get Silas's tombstone." Katherine smiled at her.
"Why does 'he' want me to drink it?" Bonnie asked cautiously.
"We don't know. He doesn't want to say it." Rebekah spoke grumpily. "It's better if you don't drink it. So go on, leave and look for another way to subvert Silas's plans."
Bonnie was no fool, but she also noticed the reluctance in Rebekah and Katherine's tone as they spoke of her drinking it, as if they were sharing something precious in an unwilling way with her. She thought for a while and nodded. "Give me your blood. I will drink it. We have a deal."
Rebekah tsked in frustration at her words. She picked up her glass with one hand and bit her other hand, starting to pour her blood into it. After a few seconds, she passed the glass to Bonnie with an unamused face, not saying anything.
Bonnie was weirded out at their reaction, but she took it and gulped everything down in one sip. "Done. Give me the tombstone."
Katherine looked at her with interest and a small smile played between her lips as their mark materialized on Bonnie's neck, but it seemed weak and pale, as if it would vanish at any given moment. "Alright, let's go for it."
Rebekah gave it a glance and grunted in distaste as she instead decided to focus on her food.
Soon, Katherine and Bonnie left the place. But their absence was quickly filled by a new person.
"Stefan? What are you doing here?" Rebekah looked at the man sitting in front of her, where Katherine had been before, with a puzzled expression.
"Rebekah." The man smiled at her with an intriguing look. "I'm not Stefan, but I believe we've met before."
Rebekah was stunned at his words, not comprehending them.
["Silas."]
"Silas?" Rebekah's eyes widened as she looked at 'Silas' before her.
"Ding-dong. That's correct, but you cheated. Someone else helped you with the answer." Silas smiled, amused at her. "I'm not wrong, am I, siphoner?"
Joe materialized beside them and looked at Silas calmly with a small smile. "Don't ask pointless questions to which you already know the answer."
"Where's the fun in that?" Silas looked at him with interest as he took Katherine's glass and made a woman sitting at another table come beside them. He took her wrist, opened it, and made her bleed into the glass. "I've come because I need your help."
"Can't you let me eat in peace?" Rebekah asked, unamused at Silas' display.
"Why are you angry? It's normal for you or me to have the need to drink human blood. Even if your kind is just a mere imitation of what I am."
Joe looked at him with an interested expression. "What kind of help do you need? And why should I help you?"
"I can help you harness quite a bit of magic for yourself. I believe you're in need of magic right now, as you don't have a body of your own."
["Don't act alarmed, Mom. I'm hiding the trace of me being inside you. He doesn't know about me, more than I'm bound to you and Katherine."]
"Interesting," Joe said with a little smile, gesturing for him to keep talking.
Silas sipped the blood from the glass and took an artifact from his pocket, placing it on the table. "Do you know what this thing is?"
Joe looked at it for a moment to recognize it. "An ascendant."
"What is that?" Rebekah asked doubtfully.
Silas nodded slightly at Joe's answer, not surprised, as he knew about the prison world. "I had a lot of troubles after your intervention. Because of that, I had to go to great lengths to learn about the prison world where the still-available copy of the cure was."
"Until I got hold of this artifact, an 'ascendant,' that is used by a certain group of witches to harness the power of a celestial event to create a portal to a prison dimension and allow a person to travel through it."
"The problem is, I'm desperate to get my hands on the cure without delay, to avoid wasting time and opportunities. I need you to forcefully open a portal to the prison dimension and retrieve the cure without a celestial event."
"And how do you expect me to do that? Also, I don't see how I would benefit from doing so."
"With my help, you will channel my immortal body," Silas smiled at him. "And with the ascendant as a positioner, you can make a breach open, tearing a door apart. In the process, you're going to be gathering an enormous amount of magic for yourself that could help you perform many kinds of spells or actions. The question is, do you dare to do that?"
"Joe!" Rebekah called out worriedly, even if she didn't understand what could happen, she heard the challenging tone of Silas to her son.
Silas looked at her with a raised eyebrow at her calling. 'Joe' is his name, or a nickname?
Joe, instead, was thinking about it. If this was a trap, he still needed to walk into it, as there was no other way. Besides, he actually could benefit from it.
"I can help, but first, you will need to teach me how to channel your body and harness the power to be able to make a breach."
"You...you don't know?" Silas looked at him weirdly.
Joe shrugged at his reaction.
"Fine."
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There are many things that could happen. Bonnie could eventually fall into our MC's arms, maybe for later in Legacies? Or maybe we could grab the milf Lillian Salvatore, Damon and Stefan's mother, for the MC, a ripper, or any of the other Heretic witches, or maybe even the whole group? I don't know; there are many possibilities. Maybe I'll use none. Or maybe I will later change this chapter as I developed a new plot of things that I didn't think of using before. Well, we'll see in the next chapter when I think about it.
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