@quinncess // @fiercerebekah There are not enough words to express how sweet she is and how fantastic she is as a writer.

" ghosts ? " he blinked, unable to hold back a soft laugh as she posed the question. there they were, at the most extravagant, exciting party in the city, the world at their fingertips ( or, rather, their fangs ) and she felt the need to ask about ghosts? he swore there wasn't a dull moment with this woman. " no . i believe in us, here, right now . anyone sorry enough to miss out on immortality is gone for good. now why is that going through your mind ? " he lifted a hand to brush back a stray blonde curl, genuinely eager to hear more of her thoughts.

“I hope your trust in Hayley is well-placed,” she said after a pause, her voice now laced with venom. “I was going to share the good news, but I suppose our deal is off. I won’t be coming back for you when I get my chance tonight.”

Rian De La Cour    &    @fiercerebekah​

                    Lillian flinched when she finally moved to change before James got done with practice. She needed to get out of the bathroom and into a new set of clothes. She could play off the cut lips but she couldn’t pull off the blood all over her white t-shirt. She headed towards the locker room and grabbed her bag pulling out a new shirt. She was thankful it was empty as she slid her shirt over her eyes. Her eyes trailed over the pale skin that would soon be covered in black and blue. How would she hide that?

her  hands  shook  as  she  looked  down  at  them  ,     the  blood  spilling  from  them  being  proof  that  absolutely  nothing  was  okay  anymore  .  the  hybrid  gasped  for  air  ,   that  same  hand  suddenly  coming  up  to  clutch  her  stomach  as  her  gaze  settled  on  rebekah .    “   something’s  wrong ...  some-something’s  not  right ...  ”   the  words  barely  fell  from  her  lips  before  all  she  saw  was  black  ,     her  momentarily  lifeless  body  hitting  the  ground .      it  wouldn’t  be  for  another  few  hours  that  she’d  regain  consciousness ,   the  scent  of  rebekah’s  perfume  being  the  first  thing  to  reach  her  senses  as  she  woke .      “   wh-what  happened ?  ”   

“Great, one of those.” And she crouches with the intention of sitting on the floor with the cable in her hands, when she hears the door swing open, fully expecting to see Hope before she had time to finish. Who she sees however, Lizzie can’t determine whether is better or worse. She stares at Rebekah Mikaelson at the door, mouth agape. “Well... I guess asking you to shut the door and pretend you haven’t seen anything is out of the question”.