The Wicked Women

Rebekah Mikaelson

Disclaimer: There will be 4 chapters on each of the girls. They will feature how the girls ended up the way they did, and how the girls carry out there ways.

No one's POV

Long ago, in the 17th century, there was a family. The Mikaelsons. Finn, Elijah, Klaus, Kol and Rebekah. They have been running from there father for decades and they finally found a place to settle in.

New Orleans. The city that never sleeps. Klaus was king of the city, along side his brother Elijah. Finn was always in a box because of Klaus, along with Kol. But, sometimes, Kol would be aloud out to play. Rebekah was the heart of New Orleans. She had all the boys swooning over her. One in particular... Marcel Gerard. Klaus had found him, and raised him as his own. And Marcel had fallen deeply in love with Rebekah, and Rebekah couldn't deny her feelings as well...

But Klaus did not like this at all

When he found out about the two, he made Marcel choose. Immortality, or his sister. And Marcel chose Immortality...

Rebekah was daggered as punishment by Klaus, and 52 years later, he undaggered her.

Rebekah gasps

"Well, it's about time" Klaus says, as he twirls her dagger

"I was bored waiting. But I so did want to see your face, and it is indeed... priceless" He says again

"You bastard. What day is it?" She asks him panting from her long nap

"Sunday" He simply says

"I have been daggered for a whole week?" She asks, mad, surprised, and shocked

"Marcel, what have you done with him?" Worry laced in Rebekah's voice, which Klaus finds amusing

"It's 1887...Rebekah, you've been daggered for 52 years..." Klaus says proud

"What?-" She starts, but Klaus keeps talking

"And don't worry about Marcel, I presented him with a choice, he could undagger you and live out the rest of his human days with you or-" Klaus started, but Rebekah's tears inturrupted him

"No" She started to cry

"Or I could turn him, as he always wanted, in exchange for giving you up-"

"No! He wouldn't do that to me..." Rebekah protested Klaus' words

"Oh, but he did" Klaus says

And the door opens, reveling Marcel

Rebekah's heart was broken... The one man she truly loved, traded her, for immortality?

She couldn't believe what Klaus said, but when Marcel came through the door, she couldn't hear his heartbeat... The warmth he usually gave off, was gone... And she was ruined

Her brother. Her own flesh and blood, never let her love! Not once! He would either kill them, scare them off, or make them a better deal! She was so sick and tired of defending him! And all the vampires that sided with him!

So, she turned it off...

She got up, and vamp sped to Klaus, she quickly grabbed the dagger, and stabbed his stomach, making him drop to the ground, as he wasn't a hybrid at the moment, therefore, the daggers effected him. He fell, turning grey, and she vamp sped to Marcel, and snapped his neck

She ran out of the door, just to bump into her other brother

"Rebekah? What are you-" He was inturrupted by her snapping his neck

"Sorry brother, I'm really not in the mood" And with that, she was gone...

200 years later

19th century

Rebekah's POV

Currently, I'm in New York City. I've been here for about, 7 years now, and my idiot family still hasn't managed to find me. Honestly, I wouldn't bloody mind if they stopped looking

That would give me one less thing to not care about

"Rebekah? Why did you want me to meet you here?" My vampire friend asked

I smiled

"Trevor! You came" I say, pulling him in for a hug

The smell of his blood his great

I've been living off vampire blood ever since I left New Orleans... It's much better then human blood. It's warmer, and more... Flavorful...

He pulled away

"Of course. Anything for you my love"

He kissed me

That's how it starts. I find a human, pretend I love them, make them love me, turn them, and then... Kill them

I pull away

"It's great that you came. Because honestly..." I leaned in a little

I got close to his neck, and whispered

"I'm starving" And with that, I bit into his neck

He started to scream, but I didn't care, I just started draining him, until he fell to the floor

But, I knew he wasn't dead, so I do what I usually do

I set him on fire

And, I was on my home until

"Are you Rebekah Mikaelson?" The girl asked

I turned around, and met a girl in a black cloak

"Who wants to bloody know?" I asked

"You've caused much terroir here. Along with many other states, and countries" She said

"And?" I asked annoyed

"And we must stop you!" She held out her hand, and started chanting. I could feel the presents of others, and before I knew it, everything went black... For a long time...