Chapter 32: Mine is the Fury

Cutler-

The sound of sausages sizzling on the stove filled the kitchen. I turned them around every few minutes with the spatula, making sure that they were nice and crispy. One little bastard was refusing to cook. It sat at the far edge of the pan, looking sad and lonely. Setting the spatula down, I pressed one finger against the area where the cooked sausages resided, and another where the other was located. I winced slightly as the burns slowly faded, but it was as I suspected: the lonely sausage was in a cooler part of the pan. I took up my spatula, and expertly maneuvered the little monstrosity to the warmest area. It hissed and crackled, and when I turned it over, slight grey had become brown. Victory.

"I think you might have burned a few."

I glared at the ghost. "Shut up Finn." Unfortunately, he was right. While I had been focused on the devious little thing by itself, several of the perfect brown masterpieces had become overdone. Oh well. It seemed I would be eating the burned ones.

"These will be pretty unpleasant to eat." I grumbled, switching off the stove and shoveling the sausages onto a plate. "Thanks for warning me after I burned them, oh Wise One."

"Your taste in women is even worse than those sausages."

"Wow. Your family has no respect for each other."

"My sister is a horrible person."

"If you're saying that because she's killed people," I said coldly, "then why don't you hate me? You saw what I did at that bar. The entire town I slaughtered with Kol."

Finn sighed. "When I have watched you kill people, you did it under hallucination, emotionlessness, or out of anger those you cared about were harmed. Rebekah has killed people simply for being rude. She and all my siblings deserve death for their crimes."

"What about Freya?" I snapped.

When I looked at Finn, he was absolutely stunned. "How do you-"

I smiled my most pleasant smile. "Think about that. Bye-bye."

Willing the ghost away, I turned back to the food. I directed the sausages to plates that already contained pancakes and scrambled eggs. I preceded to gobble up the contents of one plate, putting it into the sink when I was done. I filled a glass with orange juice, and then took it and the other plate upstairs. I knocked on the door to the room were Rebekah was staying. "I brought breakfast." I announced.

"I'm not hungry!" came Rebekah's voice through the door. "And I'm especially not in the mood for sausages!"

"You're right Rebekah, I should have made bacon, but my hybrids ate all they had at the store and they haven't restocked yet. I did make really good pancakes, though. You should totally try 'em."

A muffled sigh came through the door. "Fine. Bring them in."

I entered cautiously, trying to think of a way to dodge any projectiles that might be sent my way and save the food. There wasn't one. Honestly, I didn't think Rebekah would throw anything at me, but I had seen enough movies to know there was no harm in being prepared. Fortunately, I reached her without incident. I did not feel like getting OJ on my carpet.

Rebekah was sitting up in bed, her hair disheveled, her eyes red from crying, and surrounded by feathers. Apparently, one of the pillows had made the foolhardy mistake of pissing off an Original. Hopefully, I wouldn't do the same. "Hey there," I said, setting the tray in front of her, "how're you holding up?"

She glared at me. "My brother disowned me, and the rest of my family is gone. How bloody well do think I'm holding up?!" she snapped.

Hmm. Anger. This called for humor. "I'm sensing a bit of hostility here. I know what this calls for."

"What?"

"Your favorite activity. Getting Naked."

What happened next was very unexpected. Instead of the wry smile I was hoping for, I was bitch-slapped so hard my jaw was dislocated. "Ow!" I yelped, snapping the bone back into place.

"Did you really just call me a whore and ask me to sleep with you?! At a time like this?"

"I was talking about the drink!" I moaned, swallowing the blood in my mouth so as not to spit it on the bed.

"Oh."

Struck by brilliance, I morphed my face into a scowl. "Oh? Oh?! That's all you have to say? My sheets almost got bloodstains in them!"

Rebekah tried to suppress a giggle. "You sound like an old woman."

My plan was working. Feigning incredulity, I said "Do you think this is funny?"

A guffaw burst from her lips. After it subsided, she said "Yeah. Just a little."

I pumped my fist and grinned. "I am the freaking master."

Rebekah gaped at me. "Were you… trying to make me laugh?"

"Yup. And I did it, cuz I'm the best, aaaround, and nothing's ever gonna keep me down-"

Except apparently a pillow to the face. The blow knocked me onto my back, and with a rush of air, Rebekah was sitting on my chest. My hand reflexively shot out, grabbing the first thing I could find, which was the orange juice, and I upended it over Rebekah's head. She let out an indignant shriek, and while she was disoriented, I rolled over, reversing our position so now I had her pinned.

She was breathing rather heavily, I noticed, but the little scuffle couldn't possible have exerted an Original vampire. So why….

My thoughts were interrupted by a sound I hadn't thought to hear. The doorbell. I glanced down at Rebekah. "I should probably get that."

"I should go wash this juice off."

"Definitely."

I climbed off of her, and made my way downstairs, flustered. That had been perilously close to Original Sex. Whoa.

I opened the door, my eyes widening in surprise. "Louis?! What the hell are you doing here?"

The lanky witch swaggered in through the door, moving right past me and plopping down on the couch. He glanced at hybrid corpse lying next to him. Damn. I really needed to bury them. They were starting to decompose.

Louis flicked his wrist, and the body rolled onto the floor, allowing him to kick his feet up. "Dude, not cool!" I protested. "Show some respect!"

"What? They're just bodies."

I glared at him. "They were my pack."

"And they died. Boo hoo. These aren't the first deaths on your hands, and they won't be the last. You kill a lot of people in two thousand years."

It was true. Future Me had a whole damn library filled with the names of people he – I, had killed. They numbered over a million. But wait. I hadn't told Louis about that. So how did he….

"I guess you've probably figured out I haven't been completely honest with you." Louis said flatly. "See, thing is, I work for you. As a matter of fact, my whole family does, and they have been for centuries. Well, not you. Other you. The two millennia old badass. The one who's going to make you the beast you were always meant to be."

Anger seized hold of me, and I rushed forward, but pain, pain I never expected to feel from an ordinary witch, sent me to my knees. "You mother- argh!" I gasped.

Louis tutted. "Silly dog. Do you really think I would have been sent here if I couldn't handle you?" He knelt beside me, and put a hand on my head. "Time for you to learn a new trick, doggy." He began tl chant an incantation, and I felt a blinding pain in my gums. I closed my eyes and screamed. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt so much!

There was a wet sound, and then it stopped. I opened my eyes, and saw Rebekah, with her hand in Louis' back. He let out a gargle. "Your master sent you here to die, you lying fuck." I growled. Then, a pulled back my arm, and swiped, my hand cleaving through flesh and blood and bone. A croak of air made its way out of the broken windpipe, and Louis severed head thunked to the floor.

"What the bloody hell was that?" Rebekah asked.

"Somebody that I used to know. Hey, wanna get naked?"

"The drink?"

"No. I feel like crap. I mean 'can I do you'?"

She smiled wickedly. "Sure. Why not?"