He struck like a viper, whipping his hand around her other wrist and twisting it brutally. The White Oak stake fell from her hand and clattered away among the roots. She dove for it.

“You really are a fool for love.” Luc’s boot struck Rebekah hard in the lower back just as her fingers closed on the stake, and she tasted blood and earth as she collapsed face-first on the ground. She rolled to face him, but Luc ignored her and aimed his next kick at the stake. It flew out of her hand again, and she couldn’t see where it landed.

He hit her just as she jumped to her feet, a crushing backhanded blow that sent her spinning against the trunk of the tree, stars exploding behind her eyes. Rebekah blinked, trying to clear her head, but it was too late. The next thing she saw was Luc looming before her, the broken branch in his hand once again.

He didn’t hesitate. Luc brought the stake down straight and true. It slid between Rebekah’s ribs at a perfect angle and pierced her heart as if it were coming home.

- The Originals: The Resurrection, Chapter 8