THE SEA WAS VIOLENT on this first night of the voyage.  Darkness fell and brought with it a storm that raged on with a vengeance.  Booming thunder, and the harsh slapping of waves against the side of the ship made it entirely impossible to sleep.  Rebekah padded over to the cabin next to hers, Lillian’s cabin, to seek refuge.  Almost all of the guards were above deck helping the crew, so she was able to invite herself in without any trouble.  ❛ Lillian? ❜  A sharp crash of of lightning made her hurry over to the side of the bed.  She was trembling like a leaf.  ❛ May I lay with you? ❜  //  @originalmaneater

               christmas. ‘tis the season to be joyful & merry. yet within these confinements within her walls, she feels as though loneliness is what keeping her company. new york may be bustling with people, accompanying by their loved ones. in her own condo, the only thing accompanying her is a bottle of whiskey & a fireplace that isn’t lit. nights like these are typically lonely. refusal in all holidays activities from her members simply because it is not her to be merry. to watch her members, their loved ones in arms, is something she cannot bear. another sip of her whiskey, gaze settling on the nights of the city, a sigh slips pass her lips. then the doorbell dings, signalling an unexpected arrival. the scent, however, is enough for her to guess the person behind her door. footsteps approaching her, the blonde’s scent is enough to make her want to be drunk. though, she keeps her composure but never turning to greet her companion. ❝ shouldn’t you be celebrating the holidays with marcellus? ❞ her tone isn’t soft, nor does it hold any coldness. there’s no emotion other than emptiness. an emptiness that she tries to hide, yet it is typically difficult around the original blonde vampire.

                      THE  CHILD’S  MOTHER  IS  SCREAMING  in  the  background.  Rebekah  is  shrieking  alongside  her.   And  there  are  sirens  blasting  as  a  swarm  of  cop  cars  and  ambulances  are  just  seconds  from  rolling  up  on  them.   ❛ We’re  getting  out  of  here  NOW. ❜    He’ll  carry  her  the  fuck  out  of  here  if  he  has  to.   He’s  just  as  forceful  as  he  needs  to  be  to  pull  his  crazy  ass  sister  away  from  the  little  girl.  And  thank  god  he’s  got  security  detail  to  help  him  drag  Rebekah  away  to  the  black  escalade  waiting  for  them.  Lillian  is  enough  to  handle  on  her  own.   ❛ There’s nothing else you can do.  Get in the fucking car! ❜  //  @originalmaneater  from  (x)

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. She told her mother several times that she wasn’t angry with Faith for what happened to them, had lied about how she LOVES her new life as a tribrid that seems to be more powerful than her own sister but anger builds every day and all she wants is a bath in hot water and to fucking shave her nasty hairy legs that hadn’t been touched in at least a month. Hope finds a place to draw in the dirt to calm her mind, using thick lines and depth of each scrap into the earth to draw with her stick. she hears someone near and she turns around, eyes wide looking the blonde up and down. ❝Please tell me you aren’t going to ask me what I am or make some lame excuse to pity someone that looks like they are a teenager,❞ @originalmaneater

                                                                   “ -- aunt rebekah.... you here?” 

@originalmaneater is such an amazing rebekah!! i hear rebekah's voice in every reply and i love reading her threads so much!