Rebekah Mikaelson

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“Sour grapes, Rebekah.” He counters curtly, barely surprised by her stance, “You know… you sound just like him. Bitter, paranoid. Assuming the absolute worst about everyone. Davina’s my friend. My family. And know that just like you, I can get pretty dangerous when someone threatens my family. That’s the only thing you Mikaelsons understand, right? Always and forever. How’s that workin’ out for ya?”

Okay, Rebekah may of asked for that one. Here she is again, picking unnecessary fights when there’s more pressing matters to attend to. Can’t get mad at an old flame for biting back, no matter the sting.

LAST SONG: Touch It by Ariana Grande

CURRENTLY READING: Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro & The Color Purple by Alice Walker

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Rewatching The Originals! :D (currently on season 2 episode 4)

LAST MOVIE: Jennifer’s Body

CURRENTLY CRAVING:  A tub of magnum’s white chocolate and velvety vanilla ice-cream

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                “Relax. Nobody’s here to ‘end’ anybody. Even if I could kill Klaus, which — can’t. Only white oak left was on that Scythe and I tore it off years ago. Gave it to Elijah, so there goes that brilliant theory. The hell do I want Klaus dead for? I kill him, maybe I kill Stefan, too. Or Marcel. Offing my buds? Not exactly high on my to-do list.” 

This isn’t the relaxing evening of patching wounds and cleaning weapons she was hoping for. Faith finally lets her gym bag drop inside the room and climbs the rest of the way through Elijah’s window, rain-soaked and a little bloody, “If you come here to scare me straight, send me runnin’ for the hills? Psh. You’re wasting your time. It’s already forever so you best get used to me, Girlfriend.”

“Good luck convincing Niklaus of that. Now if you’d kindly shut up, you’d soon realize I’m here on another brother’s behalf.”

“For over a thousand years, Elijah’s put the needs of others before his own. For reasons beyond my comprehension, he’s chosen to end that cycle with you. Now I’d love nothing more than to vomit as I watch the two of you hold hands and ride off into the sunset, but the only reward anyone ever gets for loving an Original is suffering and death. A burden I’m all too familiar with.”

    ❝ indeed they do. ❞ he concedes, his brows lifting just a little bit as he eyes the smirk that pulls across her lips. she’s clearly hinting at something, even before she speaks.  ❝ oh? ❞ his brows pinch together for a moment before they lift, questioningly.  ❝ are you going to elaborate, or keep the suspense building? ❞

“The girl.” She states matter of factly, assuming no further explanation is necessary. Niklaus’s list of people to fond over isn’t very long these days. Rebekah heads over to an armchair opposite Elijah and sits in it, making use of the arm rests as she crosses one leg over the other, “I believe she’s the key.”

      he’s a little surprised that she doesn’t give him a lecture– not because she’s ever wanted to stop Elijah from pursuing a relationship, but because of who he’s choosing to do that with. still… the pair of them know what it is to be denied happiness by their brother, if there is anyone that would understand– it would be Rebekah. he allows a small smile to ease across his lips, a slight lift of his shoulders in a shrug.  ❝ it’s going to go down like a sack of bricks, i know that much. but i’m happy, Rebekah. truly. ❞

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“This war between Klaus and Elijah… you’re not gonna fix it. It’s been brewing for centuries, Rebekah and all you’re gonna do by getting in their way is end up with a dagger in your heart. Maybe that’s not something I wanna watch you go through again. Be smart. They can’t kill each other, all they can do is fight until one of them gets tired. That’s the way it’s always been. Besides, I’ve got skin in the game this time. Klaus has Davina. He’s using her to get at Kol but I don’t know where she is or if she’s even still alive so let’s figure out how to get her away from your brother first, then we can work on the family feud.”

      Grrreat. Today is the best day. Katherine squints her eyes a bit sarcastically. “Let’s say I’m a little short of a witch these days. Heard there’s a fat market in this town.”

    ❝ our brother’s mind was of little concern at the time. he was going to gun for Faith regardless of her species. i’m fully prepared to deal with the fall out, Rebekah. i assure you– to me, she is worth it. ❞

“The only reason I came to town is to make my family whole again.”

                      “Yeah, and that’s real scary and all but I got my hands full with one Original. When did this become my problem?” except, she knows when. The Mikaelsons are a real trip. You can’t just date one of them, you end up with the whole brood and she’s staring down the barrel of forever with a bunch of unkillable grown brats - the honest to god’s truth is that Faith doesn’t know that she has the emotional finances to deal with it.

                “Ah, Rebekah.” he’s busy. Pouring out a cup of tea, looking slightly annoyed at his morning’s peace being so brutally shattered. Oh, sarcasm. Oh, oh, sarcasm, “I thought I’d caught a note of your dulcet tones when you so rudely barged in this morning — bit of a gamble, that. What if I had been… indisposed?” he muses, as if he’s ever getting laid these days. He’s too wound up in his plans to worry about it, at present, “As for this ‘quest for power’ you’re so worried about, I haven’t the faintest idea what you mean. Tea?”