Three

A knock pulled Rebekah out of her thoughts of her old, dear friend, Isabel Petrova; she blurred over to the door to open it, not surprised at who was standing on her doorstep.

"Oh, it's you." Rebekah hissed, glaring at Elena Gilbert. "What do you want now? Come to stab me in the back again?"

Elena held up a bag of AB-positive blood, handing it to Rebekah who looked confused at the offering that Elena brought.

"I heard that it was your favourite," Elena explained to the confused-looking blonde. "So I brought it to..."

"Use it to get more information out of me about Klaus?"

"No," Elena replied, stepping inside the warm house. "I actually want to find out more about the Petrova doppelganger"

"And the hold she had over Klaus?" Rebekah asked, taking the blood bag from Elena's hand and pouring it into a glass.

"Wasn't Elijah also in love with Tatiana?"

"No," Rebekah mumbled. "He was in love with the other Petrova."

"There was another?" Elena asked, looking strangely at her.

"I think you better sit down, Elena," Rebekah said, taking a sip of the blood. "It's going to be a long story."

Elena sat down, opposite Rebekah who was staring into the dancing flames as if in a trance.

"Isabel Petrova was the younger sister to Tatiana, though everyone loved Tatiana; Klaus especially- everyone adored Isabel." Rebekah started, smiling as a memory came to her head.

Rebekah, Klaus and Elijah were playing chases; when they heard the footsteps of Tatiana and Isabel Petrova coming their way.

"What are you playing?" Tatiana asked, smiling once at Klaus, and then looking at Rebekah.

"We were playing chases," Klaus explained, smiling at Tatiana. "But now I must help father with a chore before dinner, excuse me sister dear, Tatiana and Isabel."

"Well, I must go as well..." Tatiana muttered. "Dinner will not make itself, will it Isabel?"

Isabel shrugged, and looked back down at the ground, not bothering to watch her sister walk away.

"Rebekah?" Esther called, which was answered by Rebekah groaning in annoyance. "Come and help me with dinner, please."

"Coming, Mother!"

"Would you like some help?"

Rebekah looked at the young, brunette beside her, who was smiling a little.

"Sure."

Both girls walked away, laughing about their dreams of marrying a man they desired instead of what their parents picked.

...

Rebekah watched as Elijah's eyes always darted towards Isabel as she giggled at something that Finn or Kol said, she also noticed he also watched as she offered to help their mother with some of the household chores.

"You like her, do you not, brother?" Rebekah asked, sitting beside Elijah.

"I have no idea what you mean, Rebekah," Elijah replied, looking down at his broth.

"Isabel."

"I..."

"Yes, Rebekah?" Isabel asked, coming beside Elijah who quickly stopped talking and shoved some more broth into his already-filled mouth. "Did you not call me?"

"Oh! Elijah wanted to talk to you."

"You pushed Elijah to talk to her?" Elena asked, making Rebekah come out of her memories. "What was Isabel like?"

"Beautiful, funny, loving... Everything that mother wanted in a wife for Elijah." Rebekah replied. "But then the wolves came..."

"Elijah is still out there!" Isabel yelled, pushing past Klaus who stood guard at the window and doors. "How can you stand there while your brother needs aid?"

"Elijah is strong..." Klaus said, trying to cover his worry. "He can cope by himself."

"Against a pack of bloodthirsty wolves that use to be men?" Isabel snapped again, throwing her hands up. "Your mother changed you and your siblings into these creatures that could rival the wolves but yet you choose to hide while Elijah is out there somewhere hurt or possibly dead?"

"He told me to protect you!"

"And I thank you for that!" Isabel replied, grabbing hold of a torch and sword. "But I will not let Elijah die out there alone!"

"Isabel!"

"Isabel!"

"ISABEL!" Klaus shouted, seeing her run into the darkened night air, he was about to give chase but Kol and Rebekah held him back. "I must go after her!"

"Elijah will be there to see to her safety."

"And what if Elijah is already dead and she dies as well?" Klaus asked, looking at both of them. "I cannot bare to lose her as I did with Tatiana!"

"You didn't lose Tatiana!" Rebekah snapped. "She simply did not wish to love you in return!"

"I'm finding them!" Kol said, getting to his feet. "Whether you both join me or not."

"Kol..."

Rebekah got to her feet, grabbing a small dagger, following her youngest brother; followed closely by Klaus.

Rebekah then tripped on a log, she grunted then noticed that the log was a log but a body of a wolf with an arrow stuck in its chest.

"That's Elijah's arrow."

"That means he's not too far away..."

The three siblings did not enjoy their happiness for too long, they heard a cry of rage and a sob afterwards.

"Elijah!"

Kol, Rebekah and Klaus raced to where they heard the cry coming from, and they saw Elijah ahead his body cradling something or someone.

"Brother?" Kol asked, coming closer. "Elijah...?"

"She... She distracted it..." Elijah muttered through his tears. "But she did not get away fast enough..."

"She?"

Elijah moved away, and Rebekah cried in horror as both Kol and Klaus stood there in shock; there lying on the ground was the dead form of the one and only Isabel Petrova.

"So the wolves killed her?"

"Yes," Rebekah said, wiping the tears that started to fall from her face. "She was my dear sister and friend, that night we all lost a part of our humanity. Isabel was the one that kept all of us in check of our humanity."

Elena looked back at the drawing of the girl, Isabel Petrova; why wasn't she mentioned in the books of the Petrova family line?

"But why isn't she mentioned in any of the Petrova family lines?"

"Whom did you think that I.M. Petrova was?"

"I thought it was Isaac Petrova, Tatiana's brother"

"No, they did not have a brother," Rebekah said and then looked at the time. "I think that's more than enough information about your ancestors."

...

Forks, Washington State

6:30 pm

Elijah finally stepped out of his 2010 Peugeot SR1 Concept, though he would've taken another faster car, he couldn't let this one go to waste.

He walked steadily towards the B&B, like Mystic Falls, this bed and breakfast was named after its town.

"What could possess the humans to name this town Forks?" Elijah muttered to himself, he then froze as he smelt a sickeningly sweet scent. "Cold ones? What on earth are they doing here?"

Elijah noticed a canary yellow Porsche zoom by, the scent was coming from that very same car; a small smile came to his face but then was gone in an instant.

Elijah now has two reasons to stay in Forks; three if he can find out who the uneducated witch was, and four if he could just find out why there was a wet dog scent all over half of Forks.

"Next?" An old woman called, her voice sounding bitter. "How can I help you?"

"I'll like to check in, please," Elijah replied ignoring the fact that half of the female population in that very same room turned to face him.

"Do you have a reservation?"

"Yes."

"Name?" The woman replied, applying her glasses and starting typing into the computer.

"Elijah."

"Last name?"

"Mikelson."

"Well, Mr Mikelson; welcome to Forks." The woman replied, handing him a small golden key with the number 204. "Have a pleasant stay."

"Thank you for your time," Elijah said, taking the key from the woman's hand, gathering his things and walking up the stairs to his room.

As soon as he opened the door, Elijah dropped his bag on his bed, and walked to the window that looks all over Forks.

Tomorrow he will start his search for Isabel.