Two Blood Siblings

        “Good girl.” He smirked as he handed her the drink. His eyes locked on his sister’s. “Who else Bekah?” He said with a small sigh. “Our mother, the wicked witch promised me live again, how was I to refuse?” He asked. 

Rebekah's eyes narrowed as he said 'good girl', but then promptly widened when he mentioned that their mother had done this to him. That he'd let her put him into a different body. Well, if given the option, wouldn't she do exactly the same? Hopefully she never had to find out. Her heart, though it didn't beat, warmed at his next words. "o you really mean that?"

"I got you one too — yours is strawberry scented, I thought you might like it more than coconut ."

"You're right, I do like strawberry more than coconut." She said and reached for the pink circle that she had just noticed. "So, what exactly do I do?"

Getting off the computer now.

"well— it’s this.. face mask thing.. for pimples .."

"Oh, my mistake." Rebekah said, walking over to sit by her niece.

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"Hope, love, I mean this in the nicest way possible, but why on Earth is that on your face?"

        “Awe come now Beks, you know I was your favorite admit it.” He smiled. “Now, tell me how are you? What have I missed?” He asked as he walked over and poured them both a drink. “What kind of trouble is my baby sister getting into these days?” He’ll ask.

"I admit nothing. Why make your ego any bigger than it already is?" If it was even possible to make his ego any bigger, but she severely doubted that. She watched him pour them both a drink. "But of course I have, Kol dearest." She said, her tone slightly mocking. And yet, there was a part of her that was genuinely glad he was here with her right now. "Now you should answer my question. How are you alive?"