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Chapter 12:"It's all fun and games even after someone gets hurt right?"

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Groaning Torsten turned to his side as he felt the blankets ripped off his half-naked form. Snapping his youthful blue eyes open, they narrowed at the figure hovering above him. A bitchy smirk formed on the lips of the form that had ripped off his blankets only to show Rebekah, standing there with a bitchy smirk. "Good to see you again brother, glad you fought so hard to get me undaggered." Rebekah pointed out with a snarl as Torsten lazily stood up cracking his stiff neck.

"It was a work in progress Beks. Besides it hasn't been an easy few months." Torsten pointed out rubbing his eyes as he rolled out of his bed picking up the closest shirt.

"Oh I'm sure living life without Niklaus telling you what to do must be awful. He never told you what to do. He was never as controlling over you as he was with the rest of us." Rebekah growled starting on Torsten who rolled his eyes, his gaze turning down to see the dagger in Rebekah's hand.

"If you're going to dagger me go ahead. In the past few weeks it has come to my attention no one will ever love me. It's all fun and games even after someone gets hurt right?" Torsten asked with a smirk but paused feeling Rebekah shove a dagger into his abdomen making him wince in pain but Rebekah only chuckled.

"Good. I really do enjoy seeing you hurt little brother." Rebekah grinned as Torsten dropped to the ground grey and full of pain. Kol walked into his bedroom now too long later bending down to Torsten with a small chuckle gripping the dagger and yanking it out causing Torsten to double over coughing violently.

"I'm guessing this was Rebekah's handy work." Kol chimed in with a small smile in her direction. "Niklaus just left the house; I'm guessing if he actually cared he would have done something. So that begs the question of what has been going on since I left." Kol inquired helping Torsten up handing him a blood bag. Torsten greedily took it feasting on the small amount of blood with a growl. He then removed his protruded fangs as his eyes met Kol's.

"He killed 12 hybrids and thinks I knew about their betrayal." Torsten confessed. "Rebekah is angry at me because I did nothing to undagger her but I was having my own issues due to the fact Claire ripped out my heart a few nights ago." Torsten informed him drawing in a deep breath as he pushed himself up letting his fingers wrap around the carton of cigarettes as he stuck one between his teeth lighting it up uncaringly as he stormed outside, Kol following him.

"Well in case you were curious I'm here to help Rebekah with a professor. Any chance you'd want to join me? Get up to mischief like we used to?" Kol offered with a wily grin. Chuckling Torsten agreed following his brother out to the car. Once Kol snatched Shane the two made their way to the Library in the Mystic Falls School. "Sister, look at this, you are even worse than Nik." Kol commented with a large grin as he glanced around the room. Torsten waltzed in with a dark gaze settling on Rebekah.

"Kol, Finally did you bring what I asked for?" Rebekah asked with a pleasant smile as it wavered once her eyes landed on Torsten who looked about ready to kill.

"Of course we did darling sister, never doubt us." Torsten growled pulling Shane into the room violently.

"You must be Shane." Rebekah smiled.

"What gave you that impression Beks?" Torsten snapped walking up to her holding a dagger. "I do believe this is yours. Be careful how you treat me Beks, I've had a very bad month." Torsten spat his eyes dangerously looming over Rebekah whose breath caught in a moment of perplexing. Everyone in the room noticed the shift in mood as Torsten gripped the dagger.

"I was furious at you, surly you can understand my fury towards you." Rebekah bit back.

"Let's just get to work." Torsten growled turning around and shoving Shane out of the room to which Kol grabbed him and they pulled him into the storage room, Shane looked between the Original siblings flabbergasted.

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