Katherine 

The short noticed of the group arriving at my house surprised me. I didn't think they figure it out that fast. We didn't have enough time to debate where to go next and keep Imogen hidden from them. My maid suggested taking us back to my family's traditional home. Our original home is gloomy and has a bizarre feeling. Maybe because we have prison where we used to lock up the people who went against us. 

I've stumbled into the prison room once and it wasn't pleasant at all. Our servants must have cleaned it by now, but the memories of all the blood. Won't ever escape my mind. I made my maid drag Imogen down to the prison and lock her up. 

My family was really excessive back in the day. I'm the last Valentine and I couldn't be any happier. Life was much simpler without my father controlling my every move. Loneliness does slip in at times, but I'm able to do whatever I want. 

To keep watch on Imogen, I turned on the cameras stationed in the prison room. I kept my gaze away from it and fixated on the microphone. I pushed the button, testing if the signal was reaching the room. 

"When can I go home?" Imogen asked a whininess apparent in her voice.

"Soon," I answered.

Honestly, I don't know what I have planned for her. Kidnapping her was the first part and it never crossed my mind what I would do after. Maybe subconsciously I wanted to reconnect with Rebel again. Seeing him caused my legs to go weak and my heart was thumping so vociferously. 

"What the hell?" Imogen groaned, the clicking of her fist echoed through the mics. 

"Don't try anything. There are over ten servants taking care of you," I explained, removing my finger from the button. I rushed down the hall, grabbing the keys that were laying in a bowl. After grabbing the keys, I unlocked my car door and sat inside. 

It's time to take my life into my own hands.

Parking my car on the driveaway in front of me. The aderaline rushed through me and I gripped the wheel harder. Just stepping on the stage made my breathing rapid and shallow. I find myself gnawing on the inside of my cheek. Soon the taste of blood filled my mouth. My stomach shifted uneasily with every step closer to the house.

Rebel's house.

 Rebel is in there, Katherine act normal. 

I remembered visiting Rebel's foster home when we first started dating. This house was an upgrade from where he lived before. His foster parents were kind of less fortunate but they managed to raise him perfectly.

I wouldn't change a thing about him.

With butterflies in my stomach, and my head buzzing with possibilities of this failing. Finally, the courage arrived and I knocked on the door. I swallowed a large gulp, tapping my foot impatiently waiting for a response.  

The last time I was this nervous was when Rebel and I had our first friendly conversation. During the attack, I was able to disregard my affections for him. Now, my feelings are making an appearance again and nothing will soothe them. 

Only talking to Rebel would.

My eyes widened when the door opened and revealed a messy haired Rebel. My heart was beating so strong I thought it would burst any second.

"Rebel," a smile sneaked it's way on my lips.

 My heart is pounding so loudly, I felt like a little girl having her first crush. 

The brown haired boy was slumped against the wall, his windswept lock matted and dull. His dark roasted bean eyes bore into mine making my legs go weak. 

Oh lord I'm still in love with him, aren't I? 

"Aren't you Jenny? " He asked, leaning against the door with his arms crossed his chest.

"Yes. . . but I go by Katherine now. May I come in?" I asked, stepping through the door before he could respond. 

"Umm Okay then?" His tone reflected more like a question. "Did you come here to bargin my sister's life?"

"Not exactly, " I said, strolling into his living room. 

The couch in the living has seen many years, many seasons. Though beautifully designed the leatehr had worn past the point of distress and small tears and holes appeared. The once bright tan colour has been bleched by the sun that streamed in from the window, the hue is now a friendly soft beige, the kind anyone wrap themselves in by the campfire and be cosy for the night. 

I settled myself into the couch, letting my hands run down the armrest and ignoring his presence. The house was made to feel like heaven and I was getting lost in it. My eyes wandered around the room noticing the endless photos of Imogen and her mother. What about Rebel? Why hasn't his mother hang anything of him?

"Not to be rude but why are you here?" He asked, interrupting my thoughts. 

Why am I here? Honestly, I let my feet do the talking and I ended up here. I could always come up with lie involving Imogen but shouldn't I be honest to myself. Rebel was the reason I came here. Years has gone by, with my unplanned adventures, testing my abilites and able to spread my wings without being afraid of losing something again. At the end of the day I planned to go back to him but I never thought I'll have the guts to.

"To see you of course," I smirked, biting my bottom lip.

His cheeks turned rosy pink showing that my words still affected him. Rebel's arua around him seemed much darker than when I last saw him. Removing myself from his thoughts probably messed with his head and caused him to act completely different. I mean he went for Emma not long after me and he always claimed he would never care for a girl like Emma. But people do really change. 

"I'm flattered but I'm with Em-," I hurriedly to my feet using my finger to silence him. The slight contact of my finger and his lips made my cheeks burn. Hopefully, my auburn hair was able to hide them. 

"Don't say her name," I whispered, letting my finger linger on his lips.

He pushed my finger down. "I'm sorry Jenny, I don't really remember us at all," He said.

How could you? The moment everything happened I erased your memories.  

My shoulders drooped on my walk toward the kitchen across from the living room. The house was open concept meaning Rebel didn't have to accompany me to the kitchen to hear me out. I opened the refrigerator searching for anything to drink and settled for a classic orange juice. 

"Well, I didn't expect you to since I erased them six years ago," I responded, pouring myself a glass and took a seat in the kitchen's granite island. 

"Why would you do that? And without my permission? That's wrong," Rebel complained, scratching the nape of his neck. 

 The glass touched my lips, satisfying my sudden thirst. With every sip I tried reading his expression but I got nothing.

"Well, to keep the story short, You watched me die. Maybe I didn't want my loving boyfriend to mourning me during his high school years," I said, clutching my hands around my glass.

Rebel strolled towards the kitchen, and took a seat in front of me. His eyes bored into mine but I knew his mind was elsewhere. When you've dated someone before you tend to notice the little habits they do for certain situations. Right now, Rebel was messing with his hair while biting his nails with the other.

"I want to remember what happened," Rebel said.

"You won't be able to handle it. In order for you to experience what happened than I would have to release all your memories. It will be too overwhelming, " I explained, shifting myself to the seat next to him. 

"Even without the memories, I know you exist. How can I go on with my life when I'm missing a large chunk of it. You love me don't you?" Rebel responded, turning to me.

I smirked, glancing down at my boots. "You could say that."

"Than let me remember how it was to be in love with you," he whispered, reaching over to my hand, slightly nudging me with his finger before locking our hands together. 

How could I forget the feel of his hand around mine?

A part of me wanted him to remember everything but for selfish reasons. He has a new life, new girlfriend, new family; I no longer fit in his life. No matter how much I wished for Rebel to fall in love with me again he's moved on. Remembering the past won't change anything when his new girlfriend is the denfition of fake. 

Wait, I meant perfect.  

"In order for you to remember we have to. . . Umm. . . Kiss," I informed, scratching the back of my neck. "And since you're with Emma you probably won't wa-"

"Just do it!"

We stared at each other in an odd way, as if it were silent argument. Our glances battled each other, until the awkwardness arose.

I moved my head closer to his. He sat there frozen, from both fear and confusion. Slowly, I leaned in so my forehead rested against his. I closed my eyes, feeling my belly twisted. I gently leaned in and kissed his warm lips. He didn't kiss back but it was what I expected. Before I could remove my lips, Rebel held my head in his hands and pulled me into a fiery and passionate kiss. 

My hands work their way around his body, feeling each crevasse, each line along his perfect physique. Rebel's hands ventured over my curved body, exploring. We pulled away and I opened my eyes. We stared into each other's eyes, deeply. No words were spoken, but a story worthy of it was communicated. 

I bit my lip, hoisting from the chair and walked towards the flustered boy. Bravely, I placed a kiss on his cheek and whispered,"Good luck with those memories."

Making sure to sway my hips with every step to the door. My stomach was still twisting and turning from the rush of that kiss. I couldn't help but smile on my walk to my car. It almost felt like nothing had changed and we were like one before.

*flashback*

Suddenly my body jolt up, struggling to catch my breath while wondering what the hell happened. 

"What did you do to me?" I whimpered, staring at my father with my tear-stained face.

"I had to for your safety," He claimed, fanatically walking back and forth.  

 He claimed it was the right thing.

"Why would you do this to me? Didn't you learn from what occured before? I wanted to live a human life with Rebel but you couldn't let me be happy, "I protested, frustratedly slamming my hand against the concrete ground.

"Jenny? How are you back? He killed you," Rebel asked, his skin pale white probably frighten from what he just watched. 

"He performed a spell to make me immortal. I can't believe this! Oh my god," I sobbed, curling my knees towards my stomach and placing my head down. The tears were endless drops dripping down my cheeks. Rebel tenderly rubbed my back, trying to process what had happened like me.

"We have to break up," I said, squeezing my arms from the anger that was boiling inside of me.

"Jen, we can make it work. We are soulmates remember?" He encouraged, forcing me to show my hidden face. Rebel placed his hand on my cheek, wiping away the tears that slipped down. His eyes were filled with tears but he swallowed them.

"How? Don't be ridiculous this isn't Twilight. Isn't it going to be weird that you have a girlfriend that doesn't age? Besides, it's stupid of me to think you will stick around," I said, ignoring his strong gaze.

I hate everything. 

"Like hell! I will always be here for you. I'm not leaving no matter how much you want me too," He said, the tears becoming overwhelming for him.

"You know it's true. Our relationship will never be the same. Go find her," I croaked, glacing at his wrist that had Emma's name. "She can take care of you the way I can't anymore." I embraced him this one last time since I knew I won't ever see again. I felt my vision get blurred by the tears escaping my eyes.

"I don't want to leave you, Jenny, I love you."

"Rebel," I whispered, finally staring into his tear-filled eyes. Placing my hand on his warm cheek and leaned into place a small kiss on his lips. It lasted long enough for me to perform the spell needed. His hand rested below my ear, his thumb caressing  my cheek as our breaths mingled. His loving gaze disappeared from his eyes and was replaced with an unemotional one. 

"I love you more than you can imagine, Rebel Blake," I whispered, watching him walk away from me like I was nothing.

This is the last time we will ever see each other.

"This is all your fault," I glared at my father.

"I couldn't lose you not like with the others. I had to make sure you wouldn't die," he rambled, trying to convice himself.

"Don't you get it? Without him there's no point to go on living," I sobbed, staring down at the promise ring on my finger. My mind was conflicted with different emotions and all I could see was red around me.

"Don't be so dramatic, Jen. You still have me," my father walked over to me, reaching his hand out for me to hold.

"I want Rebel!" I shouted, hoisting my body up myself. I placed my hands on my father's shoulder, gripping onto them tightly. The anger blinded my actions leading me to push him into the wall. "Please fix this fix me! Please!" I cried out, slamming his body against the wall.

That was breaking point of my patience. At the moment, I was blinded by a five-course serving of rage that tasted bitter, yet surprisingly satisfying. Until I opened my eyes to see bleeding skull in front of me. Suddenly, the guilt drifted in, making me feel sick to my stomach. 

Not only was I immortal but my father added strength to the mix. 

"Oh my god, Daddy! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Please Daddy, don't le-ave me to-o," I loudly cried into his chest.

*end of flashback*

The smile that was caused from the kiss disappeared when I thought about what I did to my father. I drove back to the new hideout but stopped at a grocecry store to pick up a couple of items. One of the items was a bouquent of flowers decorated with purple ribbion. 

After parking the car in front of the house, I called my servants to help bring in the other items. I reached for the flowers and walked towards the backyard. The backyard had once been lovingly paved and roses had been planted in circular beds. Now the weeds grew between the honey colored bricks and the rose beds were overgrown jungles of thorns.

There laid my father in his grave behind our miserable house. To be honest, I haven't came out here since the night I buried him. I placed the flowers in front of the tombstone that consisted of sticks. It's about time I forgave my father for everything that occured a few years ago.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. You must think I hated you because of what happened and how I umm killed you but I miss you. . . I wished I could change everything from that night," I sighed, playing with lavendar petals.

"I forgive you, Daddy and I hope you forgive me."

"Katherine!" 

Quickly, I wiped my eyes and turned around to the person calling me.

"Yes," I answered, obersving my servant dragging Imogen around with a leash.

"I have been really respectful and I think I deserved to be able to visit Frankie in the hostipal," she nervously asked.

"Fine, but you have to come back before 5 and even if you tried to escape I will have someone watching you," I informed her.

"Don't worry, I'll be back. I wouldn't want to risk anyone's lives," Imogen said, flinging her wrists up and down trying to catch my servants attention. I gestured towards my servants and she unlocked the leash around her neck.

"Be careful, it's getting late," I smirked, placing my hands on my hips.

"Yeah, Yeah," she answered, running towards the gate that lead to the front.

I hope you like this chapter. Do you guys ship Rebel and Katherine/Jenny whatever you want to call her? Her name is Katherine since she changed it but you can pick whichever one you want. I will most likely refer to her as Katherine.

How do you feel about Katherine learning more about her life?

So Rebel with Emma or Katherine. I love to hear your thoughts.

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