Rebekah Mikaelson was dying.

Rebekah groaned as she tried to lift her body up from the bed. After taking the cure, her 1,147 years had caught up quickly with her.

Nik and Kol had been right. She had hated the 10 years of being a human that she got. It was horrible. All these years, she had wished for nothing.

After she was gone, only three Mikaelsons would remain. Hope, Nik and Davina.

After Hayley's death and Elijah and Klaus' sacrifice, all of them were scattered across the world. Freya, Keelin and Nik went to Canada. She moved to New York. Kol and Davina settled in Georgia.

Keelin had died because of breast cancer. Kol had died to save Davina from a pack of werewolves. Freya's magic was bound and she was slaughtered by a minion of Dahlia who survived.


"I'm so sorry, Hope, Nik, Davina. I couldn't save them." She said weakly referring to the dead members of their once happy family.

"Shhh…It wasn't your fault Aunt Bex. It was their choice." Hope soothed her as she held the hand Nik wasn't holding.

"She's right, Bekah. Sleep. Soon you'll be with them again." Davina murmured, brushing her hand against Rebekah's forehead.

Rebekah smiled and closed her eyes for the last time, regretting her choices and wishing that she could go back to the past and correct all the wrongs.

"I love you." she told them before her soul was taken by death.


Rebekah gasped as she woke up. Expecting to be on the Other Side, she looked around.

To her surprise, she was in the coffin that her brother had always put her in after he daggered her.

She remembered wishing she could go back to the past and correct their mistakes. Was it possible that her wish came true?

'Most probably. I mean I am wearing my 20's clothing. Thank god whoever did this.'

She grinned deviously as she started forming a plan in her mind.

It was time for the show down.