Then the witch was lifted off her, and Rebekah caught a glimpse of red-gold hair and freckles as she sprang back onto her feet. The mort-vivant screamed incoherently and snapped Lisette’s right arm, then plunged her hand into the young vampire’s chest. Rebekah lurched forward to separate them just in time, then punched her own fist through the undead witch’s spine and pulled her heart out through her back.

“Thanks,” Lisette gasped, her face even paler than usual in the moonlight. She cradled her hurt arm against her wounded chest, but Rebekah could see that both gashes were already beginning to heal.

- The Originals: The Loss, Chapter 32