Chapter 2
The clear, night sky graced it's presence as Rebekah prodded along the narrow path, wondering about her heated encounter with Elena. Their bodies were so close and all Rebekah could think about was her beautiful, brown hair kindly complimenting her perfect, plum-shaped face. Rebekah's mind was running wild, she'd forgotten what it was like to want someone this much. Yes, Rebekah would always bicker with her and with good reason too, but she'd never admit her true feelings.
In an attempt to shake this feeling, she punched a tree and yelled in frustration. What was it about Elena that rattled her emotions this much? Why was the thought of her embedded in her memories, causing a constant ache for her presence?
NO! Rebekah thought. No-one could have such a hold on her. She's not that weak enough to fall for the great Elena Gilbert that everyone else seemed to worship. She would not become like the rest of them!
Suddenly, the marching sound of footsteps and conversation rang in Rebekah's ears. This island was supposed to be deserted, Rebekah thought. Why had she not heard this earlier? Her heightened senses were supposed to work wonders. Oh yes of course, she remembered, her mind was occupied elsewhere these days.
Dammit Elena.
She hid amongst the bushes and waited for the oncoming nuisance to arrive.
They appeared very quickly almost as if they were in a hurry. They possessed a certain weird vibe about them, as if they ate people for sport. They were definitely a werewolf pack.
One member spoke, his great height and sharp features painted him as the leader of the pack. His voice fitted his manly, muscular physique.
"I hear the dopple-ganger is here. Her blood is of great value, it will bring us great pleasure!"
Another girl spoke out "Bring her to me! I want her... Alive". She seemed to be the leader's female accomplice.
Rebekah froze at those words. How did they know about Elena?
Elena. She had to go and find her. Regret dug it's claws deep in her mind. She never should have left her alone.