You Thought I Was Mortal?

"So you would tear down this family for what? A random girl off the street who happens to have similarities to the wife you lost. Who you never truly loved because if you did, you would not have left her on her own so you could be with Celeste. A Witch. You would not have left her on her own in a town riddled with Vampire Hunters, to be hunted like an Animal, shot and stung up, to burn alive when the sun came up. Just to scare off the other Vampires in the town. You left her as bait." Rebekah snarled at her brother, who right now was swigging a bottle of JD and swaying in his seat.

"You do not understand Bekah!" Elijah slurred, trying to keep himself steady and in his chair. "They are not similarities, she is the spitting image of Lana. It's like she came back from the dead to torment me." He took a swig from the bottle.

"Ew. Elijah, stop that. You have been drunk from the moment you came home." Rebekah attempted to take the bottle from him, only to be snarled at. "Fine, keep your bottle. You great big baby." and she left the room.

Elijah stared after his dear sister, swigging from the bottle again. Although his sight was vastly compromised and the room  was essentially spinning, he knew were she was heading. She was going to track down the little human that had sent her brother to find solace at the bottom of a bottle.

     

     I sat unpacking my worldly possessions. I pulled out a few of my clothes, I folded them and placed them in a pile. I hated unpacking it was boring and you always realise you've left something behind that you will never see again. I blew the hair out of my face as I lifted at photo frame from the box. I smiled, it was a picture of my Mom, Dad, myself and my little brothers, all happy and smiling. I placed it on my dresser and went back to the box. "Nice apartment." Came an English sounding accent. I shot up, eyes wide.

"Who are you?" I asked, backing myself to the wall.

"I'm Rebekah and my, my, you really are the spitting image of dear Lana." Said the blonde woman stood in my door way. She was beautiful and pale, with golden blonde hair. She was slim and tall and had more confidence than anyone should be allowed to be.

"Why are you in my apartment?" I asked, trying to reach for some kind of weapon.

"Well, the thing is, you, my little lamb, have sent my dear brother into a downward spiral. I am sure you did not mean it, I mean all you did was walk out of the airport and walk into a stranger." She started to advance.

"I do not know what you mean?" I said, still reaching around for a weapon.

"That gorgeous guy you ran into, names Elijah? He is my brother and you are coming with me." She ran at me faster than my eye sight worked. One second she was in front of me, the next she had thrown me over her shoulder. Within minutes we were inside a beautiful old house. I did not have time to look around before she pulled me into a dark room. It smelled like booze and must. The curtains were drawn and from the little light that seeped in, the place was dusty. "Elijah!" Yelled Rebekah.

"Go away, you shrew!" Yelled a voice, only it was slurred and rude. In stumbled in that man from two days ago. Had he been drunk this entire time?

"I've brought you a gift, dear brother." Rebekah pushed me forward, although it felt more like being thrown.

"Lana?" He said, squinting. "Oh. No. Its Ember, right?" He laughed, taking a swig from his now empty Jim Bean bottle. He snubbed at it and threw it into the unlit fireplace I hadn't seen in the darkness of the room.

"Why am I here?" I asked whoever would answer.

"You'll see, little human." Rebekah left, I heard the door click and what sound like a slide bolt being drawn across it. She'd locked me in here. With this raving drunk. 

"You don't look surprised to have been locked in here." Elijah laughed again.

"You think you're the only Vampires to try and keep me hostage." I replied, earning a raised eyebrow and questioning look. "What? You thought I was mortal?

Please." I laughed, and broke open the door.