I'm Rebekah Mikaelson? The vampire diaries

Opening her eyes inside a coffin was definitely not the most pleasant moment of Talita's life. It scared the hell out of her, especially when she realized she was alone in the middle of nowhere, wearing a weird dress, and with her throat burning.

Any questions she had stored in her heart were pushed aside until she could escape from that damned coffin. As she put her leg out of the coffin, she couldn't reach the ground with her feet and ended up throwing herself onto the floor

Something had an incredible smell now that she noticed. Sitting on the floor, her weak legs rose without her authorization, hypnotized by the scent. A man was there, he smelled good. It was instinctive; one moment she was on the ground and the next, over the man on the other side of the warehouse, teeth sunk into his throat, sucking until there was nothing left.

Like a damn leech. Why was that fucking so good? It was simply the best thing Talita had ever tasted.

The room was dimly lit, with dusty shelves lining the walls and a faint musty smell lingering in the air. Despite the gloom, a single ray of sunlight managed to filter through a crack in the window, casting a soft glow on the worn wooden floorboards.Talita wiped her blood-stained lips before searching for the door. She expected to find a locked door, but all she found was an unlocked one. Her captor must have been incredibly foolish if this wasn't some sort of trap.

Talita looked from side to side before running as quietly as she could. 

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Klaus approached the empty coffin, he could smell the blood even before looking at the dead man. Without making any sudden movements, he tried to catch any sound.Anything that indicated his lethal little sister. He awaited his vengeful sister to unleash her frustration on him before he could begin with his plans.

— Rebekah, it's your older brother, come out wherever you are. — He sang, taunting, waiting for something that would never come. — See what I brought for you! your lovely Stefan —- The beginnings of a smile on his lips quickly died.

Klaus surveyed the lifeless figure in the coffin, his smile fading into a look of concern. Stefan's pale face mirrored the emptiness around them, and it confirmed Klaus's worst fear - Rebekah was truly gone. His heart sank as he realized that.

Memories of their turbulent past flooded Klaus's mind - the battles they fought, the secrets they shared. He knew Rebekah's capacity for revenge was immense, and he had expected her wrath to come crashing down upon him. But now, he felt an overwhelming furious.

Even furious, a guilt gnawed at Klaus's insides as he realized the role he played in driving Rebekah away. His obsession with power and control had blinded him to the bonds of family. And now, the consequences of his actions stared back at him.

As Klaus closed the coffin, looked at Stefan and in the next second the young man had his neck broken. The blood seemed to boil, pure fury driving out any guilt or unwanted feelings.

For now, she will have to face the consequences of her choices. Why would he find her and she would certainly regret it.