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Claire Holt as Rebekah Mikaelson on “The Vampire Diaries 3x03: The End Of The Affair”
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Irritable. Doesn’t he know? Though he’d argue that she can be irritable only when he refuses to cater to her ridiculous whims, and then find excuse for it in whatever inconvenience she experiences at the given moment. Of course, he doesn’t give voice to his opinion, choosing instead to let Rebekah channel her focus towards something with a more productive outcome than their simplistic banter.
Her choice brings something predatory to his gaze; Klaus touches his tongue to his lips, the tiniest of movements, and the hum he lets out evolves into a soft chuckle. Rebekah’s choices have never been disagreeable. At least, when she made them with her head rather than her heart. She has an eye for the finest things in life. Just like her brother, she has learned to appreciate the luxury of languor and the sublime apotheosis of the aesthetically pleasing. Tonight is no exception. ‘Of course. It would be a shame for such a pretty little thing to spend the evening alone now, wouldn’t it?’
He saunters towards their target with Rebekah still on his arm; his eyes are sharp, more eyes of a predator than man, and shameless in their exploration of each voluptuous curve. But his smile is charming, deceivingly so. She’s beautiful, their dinner. A pretty little thing in a big city with no companion at her side. A shame, really. Bad things can happen when pretty little things are left alone. ‘Good evening.’ When her head turns to connect the voice to a face, his smile widens briefly. ‘My name is Klaus. This is my sister, Rebekah. We were hoping that you’d let us buy you a drink.’
She fell silent while her beloved brother began to initiate conversation. It was rare instances like these where she wasn’t particularly finding herself motivated in delivering her own introduction. She was being passive, giving the girl limited eye contact as she wasn’t going to allow the brunette to even consider Rebekah would claim any interest in accompanying her. This all stemmed from even pettier reasons, after all, she was guilty of robbing Rebekah’s time away from Stefan several nights ago.
After a beat of silence overcast them while the girl seemed at first hesitant on giving an answer to their request, Rebekah chimed, ‘ well, I’m afraid you hardly have a say in the matter. you see, love, my brother is quite the persistent one.’ Sampling a devilish smirk, she looked over to her side to study her brother. It was only evident to Rebekah of just how hungry he appeared to be.
Unraveling the sibling unit’s locked arms, she started to slither over next to the girl while she tugged off her silk gloves from her hands. Delicate fingers began to tuck the other’s dark tassels behind her ear, highlighting more attention to the face of their midnight snack. Digits drifted as they delicately trace over the warm tremors of the other's neck, methodically hovering over an artery that was only centimeters beneath. Locking her eyes back to her brother, she continued to dangle their dinner right before him, teasing him at his clear predatory state. ‘ Doesn’t she look ravishing tonight, Niklaus?’
Rebekah lies, freshly undaggered, on the couch in his living room. She starts to wake up when he is halfway through pouring himself another glass of scotch. Her eyes are still closed, but her lips are moving. She is saying something, mumbling words that he has to stop to hear.
‘Nik…’
His chest tightens.
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Frankly, he doesn’t know whether to be offended by his sister’s notion that he is old-fashioned or angered by her apparent inability to recognise her own recklessness. He lets the notion go, however, unlike her arm which he goes on to link with his own. If she wants a real drink, then he will provide, and quench his own thirst in the meantime. Perhaps he could even use this little bonding activity as the premise to keep her in check.
It’s not that he doesn’t trust her with being discreet. It’s that she has a penchant for doing the opposite of what he tells her, especially in his absence. ‘Dampening the mood? Why, ‘Bekah, you wound me. Don’t tell me you prefer the company of a band of nobodies to a late night snack with your dear brother.’ However lavished she must have been by their attention.
Klaus’ steps come to a stop, his eyes darting from patron to patron in search for someone who might catch his fancy, then settling back on Rebekah. He supposes that if he cannot contain her, and since this little slip-up was not deserving of the poiny end of a dagger, then he will attempt to placate her. He is not a complete monster, after all; and she is his sister.
‘I’ll let you pick who we eat. Consider it an apology.’
‘ Well, it should come as no surprise to you how irritable I can be when I’m feeling particularly famished. ’ She spoke without any trace of malice lingering in her tone. Her arm remained coiled around his, a visible showcase of their unity despite the usual banter. After all, she has chosen to be at his side centuries ago, and given the circumstances of what initially brought them here is a looming reminder that at this time it is essential that they remain together.
The corners of her lips tugged into a smirk as she accepted his olive branch with glee. Piercing eyes began to scour all patrons that were available for her consideration on who would potentially bring the most pleasure to feast on. Her search halted once she had taken notice of an acquaintance. ‘ Her. ’ She was the broad who days ago had been instigating rather aggressive advancements towards Stefan, who was now left keeping to herself.
Consider Rebekah jealous by aiming to pluck off any wench that may be a potential threat to her unsolicited romance. The liaison was still under wraps, escaping in secret has it’s appeal, though it remained as a private matter. Not one Rebekah was prepared to introduce to Niklaus for the time being. She could already envision his disapproval of allowing her emotions in getting the better of her. Fortunately for her, Stefan’s absence gave her nothing to fret over, at least for tonight.
‘ It appears she is in need of our company. Why don’t we show some manners and introduce ourselves? Shall we, brother?’

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Rebekah caught the eye of many a fellow, young and older, handsome and plain, those of means and those who had none; his own gaze never left her: unblinking, appraising, anticipating. He has waited, eagerly, since his arrival, for some poor sod to drop his eyes lower than what he would deem appropriate, so that he may pluck them out of his sockets. Of course he lets her have her fun. He lets her enchant them, lets her drink up their attention and revel in their compliments, all under his watchful eye. She’d call it folly, and he’d call it protecting her.
Klaus’ fingers tap on the glass of whiskey before him, the pads of that steely flesh soft against the fragile glass. He peels his lips back after a swig that leaves it empty, and with the music muting his approach, makes his way over to his sister and the band of merry gentlemen surrounding her. He smiles a dutiful smile when Rebekah’s lips touch his cheek.
When she turns her back on the patrons, Klaus’ lingering hand moves from the small of her back to wrap around her upper arm. ‘You’re getting too distracted. Too comfortable. You’re drawing too much attention.’ He keeps up appearances, smiles at the lady that meets his gaze whilst they walk further away from Rebekah’s previous company, but his words are naught but a hiss through his teeth as his gentle hold becomes a grip. ‘We are here to blend in, not stand out, and you, my sister, are standing out.’
Cerulean hues casted upwards proving her disdain following her brother's words, but that was to be predicted. She was far from delicate and her mannerisms were no exception. This exchange wasn’t anything new, he carries an unruly habit of always feeling obligated in providing his criticism, especially when it wasn’t requested.
It was abundantly clear to Rebekah that he had anticipated her reaction, as they continued to roam away from the center of the bar. Her head craned over towards his side, allowing for her to respond discreetly. ‘ The very reason for my behavior is no different from the rest of the women of this age. This is what I call, blending in, brother. You are mistaking this generation for ones prior. ’
Admittedly, it would be easy for her to be even more theatrical, but her goal was not to create a scene by arguing. Neither was it her intention going into the night. After what they have survived from, and continued to do so, she only desired to breathe in amusement. ‘ Besides, I believe you owe me a real drink for dampening the mood. ’
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Her eyes fall on a beautiful gown and though her gaze is disapproving there’s also a slight expression of awe. A small gasp escapes her and she shakes her head. ❛ Bekah it’s beautiful I just… Do we really need to make a big FUSS of all this? I mean, I care about Jack, I do but… it’s not even a real wedding. ❜ To speak those words stings a bit, but it’s the truth. It’s a wedding for the sake of their pack. They’re his and now they look to her as well. She feels responsible for them and will go to great lengths to make them safe. ❛ We were just going to do it in the bayou anyway. It’d get FILTHY. ❜
' Well, with that attitude in mind the bloody unification of werewolf clans won’t be of any justice if even you don’t believe in it. ’ lowering her form, she draped herself over the bed next to where Hayley was sitting. ‘ Trust when I say, I do hope to see this ceremony to work out the way you want it to. Though I’ve gathered that despite these circumstances at hand, Jackson is approaching tomorrow’s occasion with the exact pure intentions that all real wedding ceremonies carry, as should you. He loves you, and from past exchanges you and I have shared together, I am certain your feelings for him are mutual. Besides, no one is more deserving of the claim for Queen of the Crescents, and I say that with all of my respect. ’
‘ By, you, leading a united front alongside Jackson, not only to disarm the witches from their leverage but in doing so, you also are establishing an example for future generations to look back on. Wouldn’t those photographs accompanying that remarkable story be worthwhile to one day share with Hope? ’ Delicate digits graced over to her, gently tucking Hayley's hair behind her ear. There is no reason why Hayley should not be deserving of a proper occasion, Rebekah's vote of confidence doesn’t go out to just anyone. Since they’ve met, the blonde is filled with admiration for Hayley, what she stands for, and continues to do so. ‘ and, believe me, she’s certainly going to want to see her mother in more than her casual attire. If not for yourself, consider doing it for her. ’
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Rebekah and Niklaus had opportunities to scout various speakeasies that the windy city offered, though they organically found themselves returning to Gloria’s and quickly became regulars. The venue seemed to harbor all of the right things. Enchanting jazz performances, the forbidden fruit of top-shelf liquor and spirits, constant supply of fresh blood pouring in, a new handsome distraction with the name of Stefan Salvatore, and a resourceful witch in close proximity in case of any unfortunate occurrences.
When leisuring alone, she naturally drew a crowd of suitors eager to invest their time and money in hopes of not only capturing her attention but maintaining it. Rebekah is not one to shy away from a crowd, not when the attention is all on her. Being the beautiful, wealthy, blonde bombshell who is not afraid of being reckless was a role she thrived in that did not require much pretending. This time, adapting to her surroundings wasn’t too much effort on her part, not when the Roaring Twenties Era suited her so well.
A hand rested on her lower back as she peered over her shoulder to learn who the individual was. Recognizing the hand was that of her brother’s she flashed a smile before placing a familial kiss to his cheek. ‘ impeccable timing as usual, nik. though I am pleased to see you.’ facing back to the other patrons ‘ gentlemen if you would please excuse us. ’

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here’s a boy standing in front of the gates of hell. he is all dark hair, dark eyes dark lips filled with sin (and a mouthful of diamond teeth). i look at him and i think i know him; decadence smeared across his lips / luxury in his knitted brow, these are the EYES that shone red with FIRE. these are the hands that took my h e a r t and watched it bleed through his fingers. these are the beautiful thoughts of a boy DAMNED and cast from heaven. there’s a boy standing in front of the gates of hell, and there’s a body lying next to him.
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