Bora Bora, Tahiti
Standing on the deck of his private beach bungalow in Bora Bora, the sun began its descent for the night rapidly approaching. He watched as the stars unfolded. Thousands - no - millions of lights sparkles and shined everywhere in the sky, reminding him of days that were so long ago. Eons have passed since he created those stars, putting every sacred detail. Out of all the places, this part of the world was in his top three with the best view of the stars. Bora Bora gave a clear view of the heavens, a dark yet clear blanket of stars lighting up the night. The Northern Lights in Iceland always showing streams of color and light was a close second.
However, nothing beats the view of seeing the stars from Heaven.
He remembered one particular spot back eons ago. It was an overlook. There was a part of Heaven where he could stand and look at all of the creation before him. Planets, stars, galaxies. He could see it all before him in the heavens; all of its majesty existing because of him. All of this was waiting to be born, and he brought it out.
He was the beginning and the end. He was too big and too broad to be described and boxed into one word. Still, there was one name out of his infinite list most of creation knew him as.
It was still crazy. There was a difference between creating all of his creation and then finally participating and enjoying it. Between the sounds of the water calming lapping against the wood and the warm sea breeze blowing against his vessel’s skin, he had to admit that he’d done some good. Nothing like enjoying a good drink on one of the most beautiful places on Earth.
However, as much as he had done of infinite good, he also made his infinite amount of bad.
God was able to tune out the regret for the most part. With all of his God-Sight and Hearing, he was able to filter it out, shut it out to enjoy whatever he wanted. But there were times when some slipped through. Most of those were from the ones he failed the most.
Some wondering and lost.
“Father please help us. We need you.”
“Why did you leave, Father? What did we do wrong? Please tell us.”
Some full of anger.
“Really, Father? You’ve forsaken me? Your own son?! You want the Devil then? You’ve got it!”
“You son of a bitch...I believed in…”
And some were nothing, but desperate.
“They’re gone. All of them...gone. Father please...I need you.”
“Please, I can’t...I need some help. Please…”
At times when he was at his most vulnerable, the emotions that came within his vessel would begin to build and almost overwhelm him with the monumental amount of regret coming back full force. He knew he was a coward for leaving. He was a bastard for abandoning his children. With his omnipotence, he sees everything. Within the multiple universes he made, his last two were his best.
However, he saw what had happened with the first one. In its of so many years of existence, it would eventually die. It would perish. Earth has been transformed into a barren wasteland littered with the bodies of angels, demons, and humans. This wasn’t the story he had meant to create. He knew he wanted - no. He needed to start over again.
And so he did start over. His final masterpiece. His final story.
When he created the final universe, he knew that there would be fixed points that he could not avoid again. Starting over for a new universe takes time and a lot of energy, and he only had enough for one more try. But fortunately, there was nothing holding him back from making a few “nudges” here and there.
Searching for one of his children’s presence, he knew who he was looking for. God knew their goal and how it worked in the previous universe. It was time to change things just a bit.
Sipping his drink, he finally snapped his fingers. It was done.
And he knew, he’d done something right for once.
Stepping into Katherine’s “house” was like stepping into an episode of the Brady Bunch.
The theme of decor throughout the house didn’t scream Katherine’s tastes at all. It was the opposite. Cozy atmosphere, the duvet on the comfy couch, and even a fish tank? All that was missing was the kids, a dog, and Elijah, (which Rebekah still didn’t believe from Katherine’s mouth). She couldn’t wrap her brain around it. She still needed to bleach her brain from imagining her brother and the bitch doing...ugh! That thought still made her want to throw up.
“No sudden moves. No tricks either. No Katherine-ing,” Damon warned, which probably didn’t make a damn dent of difference when it came to Katherine.
Although Katherine had her back to Rebekah, the Original could practically hear the sound of the bitch’s eyes rolling. Yeah, like Damon’s warnings were dangerous.
Rebekah continued to scope the house, taking in the family atmosphere that still felt out of place. Her blue eyes watched the brunette’s every move as she walked over to a safe nestled between some books on a bookshelf, unassumingly putting in the combination to get to the cure. With the cure this close, there was no way in hell that Rebekah was going to lose focus. With it being so close to her reach, she would have no qualms ripping out Katherine’s heart from her chest, snapping Damon’s neck, and taking the cure for herself. She didn’t care about anyone else’s intentions with the cure, no matter how noble they are.
Besides, it was time to do something for her for a change.
She let Damon ramble on, letting him be the talking distraction while the Original can inch her way to the bitch.
“A quilt and a fish aquarium.” He commented, still surprised by Katherine’s sudden change in interior decorating. “Who the hell are you?”
“A very old lady with dreadful taste.” Rebekah answered in disgust.
Of course, some old habits are hard to break.
Her eyes still fixed on Katherine, she watched as the brunette finally opened the door to the safe, her movements freezing and slowing down. Katherine reached almost frantically into the safe, leaving both Rebekah and Damon wondering what the hell was going on.
Oh yes, and then the next thing that’s gonna happen is Rebekah, Katherine, and Elena are going to forget that they hate one another, skip through the meadow, and braid each other’s hair. Rebekah and Damon shot each other the same disbelieving look, fully knowing something was up.
Katherine still remained shocked, frantic panic dropping into her voice. “It was in the safe, but it’s not there.”
“Not falling for it. Where is it, Katherine?”
“I swear it was in the safe!”
“What, just like Elijah's really your boyfriend and this is really your life? And for all we know, this isn't even your house.” Rebekah scoffed, not believing the new act the bitch was playing one bit.
Damon had to agree. “Yeah, it doesn't look like the Katherine I know.”
At this point, both Damon and Rebekah had effectively gotten underneath Katherine’s skin. Rebekah almost smiled seeing the one and only Katherine Pierce bristle with annoyance. “Maybe you don't know Katherine at all. Did it ever occur to you that you have no idea who I really am?”
“Did it ever occur to you that you're not that deep?” Damon sneered, not buying into what she was saying one bit. “This whole small-town girl thing, we all know it's an act.”
Patience wearing thin, Rebekah’s hands itched to take Katherine by the throat, and choke the answer out of her until she needed to breathe. “Where is the cure?” she inquired with almost gritted teeth.
Katherine smirked at her, teasing her with the “I know something you don’t” look. At this point, the Original snapped.
She sped up to the brunette in the blink of an eye before Damon threw his arm out to stop her.
“Whoa, whoa. Hang on. We need her alive. The cure's not here. You check upstairs. I'll check down. I got this.” The last thing Damon and Rebekah needed was for Katherine to bolt with the cure, and for both of them to have to start over again in finding her location. Kat was tricky to find, and she was the master of the cat and mouse game. Running from Klaus for five hundred years would sharpen anyone’s instincts.
Score 1 for Katherine. 0 for Rebekah...for now.
Katherine would stay alive for the moment, but one more passive aggressive look from her, and Rebekah was going to be throwing down. She could see the bitch smiling behind her as Rebekah slowly made her way up the stairs, stopped at the top step and waited. She kept her ears sharp on the conversation below, ready to pounce.
“So if I was a paranoid, distrustful sociopath, where would I keep my most prized possession?”
Katherine chuckled to herself, highly doubting that Damon will ever succeed. “This should be fun.”
“Because I'd want it to be close, but not on me. Accessible but not obvious.” Damon said as he took he scanned the room around him, searching for anything that might spring out as a potential hiding spot. “I'd want to keep it safe, but not so safe that it'd be too difficult to grab and run.”
The brunette watched warily as Damon stopped his searching, his eyes settling on the fishtank before him. Dammit. He’s close.
“Well, that is a fancy little treasure chest-” He stepped down before the glass, the tiny gears in his head adding everything together. “-in a tank with no fish. I think I'm gonna have to check that out.”
‘He’s going to regret that,’ Katherine thought to herself as she watched.
“Aah! Gah!” Damon shouted in pain. “Vervain water. Looks like we have a winner.”
Katherine’s heart hammered in her chest as Damon picked up a large net to scoop out the chest. No. This was her only ticket to freedom. Like hell she was gonna let him take it for his precious Elena. Over her own dead body. Before he could take it, Katherine sprung into action. She sped ahead behind him, slamming his head into the burning vervain water, holding him there for several seconds before she threw him onto the floor. With Damon writhing in pain, she could make a run for it.
Getting the chest out of the water, she beelined for the door, only for Rebekah to block her path.
“Give it to me or you're dead,” the blonde Original growled out meaning business.
Katherine’s eyes shifted between the blonde bitch in front of her and the door. Dammit. This was going to cost her, but she knew she had no chance against Rebekah. She wasn’t stupid enough to have a showdown with her. She’ll have to find another way to get her freedom. “You're gonna kill me anyway. So what's more important to you, huh? Killing me or getting the cure?”
Throwing caution to the wind, the brunette threw the cure behind her, distracting the Original just enough to get the hell out of dodge.
With Rebekah, she caught the cure with ease, but everything around her seemed to stop. Time froze, all of what she heard around her became silent except for her undead heart beating. Her palms began to sweat just thinking about it. It was here. This little bauble seemed to almost pulse in her hand. It was so odd. There in front of her - this small, almost insignificant thing - was the key to everything she wanted. A new life. A new chapter. A brand new everything. It was in her grasp, and like hell if she was going to let this go.
Damon saw the look of awe in her eyes as she gazed at the cure in her hand. It was so close to her now. She had it...and there was little chance left for him to get it for Elena. “Look, Rebekah...Don't even think about it.”
Rebekah stood up finally, still in awe that she finally had the cure.
Damon was still gasping for breath, the sting of the vervain water blistering his skin to the point it was hard for him to speak. He still had trouble trouble getting up, but it didn’t matter. The chance for Elena to get the cure was slipping through his fingers.
“Let's just talk about this, like the two...rational vampires that we are.” He still tried to use his charm even with his circumstances, but his words fell on deaf ears. “Rebekah?”
Rebekah finally broke through her trance, rolling her eyes at his desperation. “Oh, give it a rest. Me taking this cure is the best thing that'll ever happen to you.”
The other vampire gasped out in pain. “Don't do anything stupid.”
“Admit it,” she implored him. “You don't want human-Elena running back to Stefan whilst you're left out in the cold again.”
With that, she had hit the nail on the head. She watched him as he writhed on the floor, turning his head away from her with the silence speaking the truth more than he ever did.
“Go on, Damon. Tell me why you want Elena to have the cure,” she spurred him on again, waiting for a reaction.
But there was none. Nothing.
Her smile was victorious. “That's what I thought.”
Not even hesitating, Rebekah popped the cure open, letting the contents down into her throat. She barely heard Stefan yelling for her and rushing near her as her world darkened around her, falling unconscious onto the couch as the cure’s effect took hold.
There was no going back now.
She was floating.
In her dreamless sleep, the warm darkness comforted her, wrapping around her like a blanket as the cure worked through the arteries and veins. She felt as if a warm and cleansing fire pushed throughout her body, purifying her of everything that wasn’t meant to be there any more.
Her immortality was burned away due to the cleansing fire, encompassing all of her as she slept. The cleansing fire did more than just burned away her immortality. It burned out everything that was impure, allowing what was meant to flow in her veins finally open.
The cure seeped into the deepest part of Rebekah: her soul. Her bright red soul glowed and pulsed; her immortal vampirism forever changed what was human before. However, that would change with the cure. The cleansing fire delved into her soul, burning away the redness of the monster, purging it until the red faded out. With the red taken away, the original blue light of her human soul began to shine through.
The cure finally did its work. The purpose of the cure was done, leaving its mark in her blood.
After ten centuries, Rebekah Mikaelson was finally human.
Rebekah was still unconscious on the sofa with no doubt of the cure doing its work. Stefan couldn’t help, but stare at her as she slept on the couch. It was gone now. All his effort to get the cure for Elena was gone. It was over and done, and there was nothing he could do.
“Did you even try to stop her?” Stefan all, but shouted at his brother.
Damon still pissed off, in pain, and trying to get himself back together, snapped back at him. “You forgot the part where I was bobbing for boxes in vervain water!”
“All you had to do was stall her, Damon!” Stefan argued, his arms waving in the air with frustration. “It shouldn’t have been that damn hard.”
“Sorry. It's Rebekah. I didn't have a pony to distract her, Stefan!” Damon bit back in contempt as he tried to dry himself. He was done with the cure situation. All he wanted to do was go back home.
It was then Stefan’s frustration hit his peak. “You let her take it, didn't you? You were never on my side. Now Elena will be a vampire for the rest of her life just like you wanted.”
“And how is that a problem, Stefan? All this cure has been for everyone has been nothing, but one problem after another!”
“Don’t even start, Stefan. As far as I’m concerned, Klaus’ crazy sister solved a problem and tied up a loose end. In fact, I’m ready to send her a damn fruit basket to thank her. As far as Elena is, as much as I want to make her happy, we need to stop coddling her. She is going to have to suck it up and adjust to being a vampire.”
Stefan’s mouth fell open, trying in vain to argue with him, but his words got blocked. There was no denying with Damon’s argument no matter how callous his words maybe. Everyone had been jumping through all sorts of hoops trying to get the cure for Elena’s sake, even with the risk of waking up an immortal who could bring the end of the world. And Stefan had to admit it too. He was getting tired. Chasing this one stupid thing was getting tiresome, and he wanted it to stop too. Although he thought it, he hadn’t said it out directly.
“What do you propose we do now?” he asked, wondering what would be their next move.
Damon only shrugged. “Thought about killing Rebekah in her sleep, but that would guarantee Klaus coming down on all of our heads. We’re not going to be that crazy after what happened with Kol.”
It was that moment where both vampires could hear it. The loud gasp of air came from Rebekah, finally awaken from the cure-induced slumber. Both brothers came to her, Stefan sitting in front of her on the coffee table while he scanned for anything different or what could be wrong. Damon just stood from a distance, wanting to keep an eye on the situation in case something happened.
Rebekah has sat up on the sofa, breathing deeply to keep her breakneck-paced heart a rest. She didn’t know what to make of it. She seemed better. She felt lighter, even refreshed.
Stefan finally broke the silence. “How do you feel?”
Rebekah couldn’t help the smile lighting up her face. The first genuine smile that the brothers had seen come from the blonde Original in a long time. “I-- I feel good. I...I feel great. I feel alive.”
“Still a slight problem, though.” Damon pointed out. “How do we know if she’s actually cured? Not like there’s a confirmation we can go on.”
Rebekah was taken back. Damon made a good point for once. How did she truly know if the cure worked? There was only one way to find out. Standing up slowly from the couch, she strode over to the kitchen, rummaging through the drawers to find what she needed. Soon enough, she found it: a silver knife. She made her way to the brothers again, taking off her jacket, which left her arms bare.
“Alright, you said we need a confirmation. Let’s confirm it then.”
She brought the silver knife slowly over her arm, grunting against the pain of the knife cutting through the skin. After she finished, all they could do was wait. The blood slowly dripped with little red streaks falling down her arm. Rebekah watched with observant eyes, waiting for the skin to immediately close on its own like it usually did in the past.
This time, it didn’t.
Finally confirming her hopes, she stepped back in shock. Letting the knife go, it fell onto the floor with a distinct clatter. Both vampire brothers too stood there in shock to see what was going on in front of them. One brother was almost distraught that his hope for Elena’s happiness evaporated within Rebekah’s veins. The other brother was happy and almost relieved that their problems would be over.
Rebekah was a vampire no more.
Deep within a part of Heaven that was long forgotten, there was a vault. It had stood there for eons, aging away in a secret part of Heaven that none of the angels knew except for a select few. Unless had the time to explore every nook and cranny the realm had to offer, no one else would find it. But what was inside the vault was the most important.
Inside the vault, there in the center of the room laid a chest. It was rectangular in shape, and it shined in the light with its lapis lazuli blue. The top of the chest had three distinct orbs appearing to orbit around each other like planets or stars. Silvery vines wrapped around the orbs in intricate lines, decorating the chest with delicate details to enhance its beauty. Around all four sides of the chest were carved sigils in Enochian, keeping whatever the chest was meant to contain locked tight.
To some, what the chest contained was precious beyond measure. And furthermore, if opened, it would literally change the foundations of Heaven.
The Enochian sigils around the chest began to glow, bright silver-blue pulses dimming and brightening in a pattern. What caused this action was unknown. Perhaps maybe something unlocked it or someone specifically unlocked it. It’s too soon to tell.
The pulsing faded, the sigils falling back to its dormant state before. However, it wasn’t finished. Three wisps of white-blue smoke began to emerge from the cracks of the chest. Three wisps of bright smoke fluttered and floated into the air, taking the environment around them as if they possessed an intelligence.
Before long, the three little wisps of white smoke dispersed in different directions, working their way through the secret nooks and crannies in Heaven long forgotten. They began to descend to the material plane, leaving Heaven and coming onto the Earth. The three wisps of light began to disperse as they descended through the atmosphere, all in different directions.
One wisp in particular, followed its instincts to the northern hemisphere of the world, particularly towards the eastern coast of the United States. As it got closer towards its goals, its instinct became sharper. It needed to get to its destination.
Finally, it floated to within the general area of its goal. It fluttered and flew over the small town below. Getting closer now than ever before, flying above the houses, the wisp finally narrowed down the location of its goal.
Floating towards an elegant mansion, it whipped around the areas, looking through windows and seeing most of its occupants in bed. Its goal was close. So close now.
Coming across one open window, it passed through the opening, its instinct the sharpest than it had ever been before. There lying in the bed peacefully sleeping was its goal. The occupant in the bed was female. Long blonde waves fanned over the pillow as she slept, her blue eyes closed, and her rosy pouty lips were partially opened. The wisp of light found its home. It had been so long. Too long.
The wisp of white smoke flew the sleeping participant’s partially opened month, finally making its way back home. It would only be the beginning before it would become whole again.