The Last Petrova

Fun and Games

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"Why the bloody hell is my brother spending more time with my boyfriend than I am?" Rebekah spat out, glaring at Klaus and Stefan as they laughed at the bar. 

"Boyfriend? I don't recall Stefan making things official between the two of you," I remarked, leaning forward, my elbows leaning against the table.

Rebekah rolled her eyes. 

"Tell me the truth," Rebekah said to me, her voice cold all of a sudden. "What's going on between the two of you?" she asked, leaning back and taking a sip from her crystal red drink. 

"Between the two of- what, me and Stefan?" I laughed, shaking my head at the absurdity of it all. 

"I love Elijah, you know that," I said to her. 

"Besides," I added, "Salvatore's... Not my type," I said, tilting my head to the side. Rebekah raised an eyebrow. "What does that mean?" she asked. 

I shook my head. "He's a child, Rebekah. Personally, I don't know what you and Nik see in him at all," I shrugged.

Rebekah rolled her eyes. "Well, the 'child' obviously thinks very differently about you- can't you see he's obsessed with you?" Rebekah demanded, not even trying to hide the jealousy in her voice.

I stared at her. "You're not serious?" I asked. Rebekah nodded furiously. "God- what is it about you that makes everyone like you so much? Elijah loves you, then there were those six italian princes in the seventeenth century- now Stefan? Not to mention the countless other commoners who were more than willing to throw themselves at your feet back when we were living in Asia," Rebekah said. Her glass shattered in her hand.

"Hi, there," two men said, appearing from behind us.

One was tall and had black hair, the other was slightly shorter and was blonde. 

"We couldn't help but overhear your conversation," the blonde man said, sitting down on Rebekah's left. "If it's any consolation to you, I think it's absolutely absurd, a pretty girl such as yourself being overlooked," the black haired man said, sitting down on her right. 

I sipped my drink and watched these two men carefully as they carried out the routine they had undoubtedly practiced on numerous women before.

"I mean, look at you! You're a sight to behold," the blonde man said. "A golden haired jewel," the black haired one said, not missing a beat. 

Rebekah smiled. "Is this your doing, Helena? Did you compel these dimwits to try and make me feel better?" Rebekah asked me. I raised my hands up in defense, and mouthed 'no'.

"Dimwits? Well, it's not the worst we've been called," the blonde man laughed. "What d'you say to us buying you a drink, doll?" the black haired man said, placing a hand on Rebekah's knee. 

She smiled with an evil look in her eye. "Now why would I need a drink when I've got the two of you two keep me well quenched?" Rebekah said with a tone of false cheeriness.

The two men laughed. Obviously, they had no idea what she was talking about, but- "I suggest you remove your hand from me before I rip both your arms off your shoulders," Rebekah said, her bright smile maintained. 

The black haired man laughed nervously- not because of the threat, but because he was probably already convinced at this point that Rebekah was a mental patient. "Come on, sweetheart," the blonde man began. "Don't be so mean to my friend here, he-" I rolled my eyes as I heard a snapping sound. The blonde man had his mouth wide open in a silent, horrified scream as Rebekah began breaking the bones in each of his fingers.

"What's going on here?" Stefan asked, sliding into the seat on my left. "I was just about to ask that very question," Klaus said, sitting down on my right.

"These two courteous gentlemen wish to play a game with us, love," Rebekah said, nodding at Stefan. 

"And since you're the fun one of the group, why don't you come up with something for all of us to play?" Rebekah said, taking Stefan's hand in hers.

Stefan smiled with the same sadistic glint in his eye that Rebekah had worn as she snapped off the blonde man's fingers.

Stefan placed the empty bottle of whiskey he had been holding onto and placed it in the middle of the table, on its side. He gave the end of the bottle a little push, and it began to spin around.

"Whoever it lands on, I get to rip their throats open," Stefan said, leaning back as the bottle came to a stop in front of the black haired man. "Oh, would you look at that," Stefan smiled.

I heard something that sounded very much like the shriek of a little girl as Stefan tore into the man's flesh. Rebekah watched with a dreamy expression on her face as Stefan kept feeding, more and more, until- "That's appetizing," I said sarcastically as the man's head fell onto the ground.

"Klaus?" Stefan said, black veins rippling throughout his face. "Your turn," he said, wiping away the blood with the back of his hand.

Klaus smiled and obliged. The bottle span around and around, until it came to a stop in front of... Me.

I shook my head. "I never agreed to play this stupid game," I said, standing up to leave. 

Rebekah laughed, and Stefan wrapped his blood covered arm around her. "Come on, Helena, don't be the one to ruin all the fun," Stefan said, raising his eyebrow mockingly at me.

"Move it, Nik," I snapped at Klaus, aiming a kick at his leg, which blocked my path. The tip of my sharp shoe struck him hard in his ankle, and yet he didn't even flinch. 

"I said, move," I repeated. Klaus simply stared up at me amusedly.

"You heard what Stefan said, love, I don't want to be the one to ruin all the fun, now do I?" Klaus said. 

Then, without warning, he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. I tripped over his foot, and somehow managed to turn around mid-fall, so that I was now laying on top of him, my body faced upwards.

I gasped as Klaus leaned down and dug his fangs into my neck. I felt my own warm blood trickling down onto my chest. I closed my eyes- why did it feel so good? I felt Klaus's hand graze my left shoulder- and then I stuck my hand into his chest and ripped out his heart.

Klaus's dead body collapsed onto the chair. Rebekah stared at me with both her eyebrows raised. I threw Klaus's heart at Stefan. It hit him across his chest and landed at his feet. 

"Try that again, and it'll be your heart I'll be ripping out," I spat at him, running my hand through my hair, soaking it with mine and Klaus's blood. 

"And unlike Nik, I very much doubt you'll be able to recover as easily," I said, before I walked away. 

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