After being kidnapped, Isabel Donovan a high school student is forced to endure the supernatural of her world. And it gets worse. Her enemies are a part of her history.
Vampires, Witches, Werewolves, Doppelgängers and that's only the beginning. Hybr...
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Isabel, Klaus, and Stefan are in a clothing store, the two men drinking champagne while Isabel drank tea as they waited for Rebekah who is trying on clothes.
"There has to be more to this dress," Rebekah complained.
"There's not."
Flashes of the blonde woman flew across her eyes. The name 'Bekah' was whispered then 'Parabatai' then lastly 'Queen' her eyes fluttered open to see Rebekah in a short, black dress.
"So do a lot of women in the 21st-century dress like prostitutes?" She asked directing her question toward the dirty blonde female. "You know, I got dirty looks for wearing trousers."
"Some women like to look like...that but there are other clothes that look much better," Isabel answered looking up from her baby she was bouncing on her knee.
"And what is this music? It sounds like a cable car accident."
This time Stefan answered. "It's dance music."
"People dance to this?" Rebekah asked disgustedly.
"Hmm." Stefan hummed.
"Are we done?" Nik asked bored.
Rebekah walked over to them with a pout. "And why are you so grumpy?"
"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."
"I didn't lose it. It's just been missing for 90 years." Rebekah stated before looking at Stefan and spinning. "So what do you think?"
Stefan pursed his lips and nodded once before saying, "I like it." The blonde Original gave him a look telling him she was highly unsatisfied with his answer.
"What?" He smiled in amusement. "I said I like it."
"I can always tell when you're lying, Stefan." She stated while walking back into the fitting room.
Klaus looks at Stefan and sighed while holding back his laugh of entertainment. "Nice one." He raised his champagne glass. "Good work."
"You're the one that pulled the damn dagger out of her." Isabel mused. "So good work to you."
"I heard that." Rebekah's voice rung out from behind the curtain.
