“It’s frustrating really,” Rebekah told the waitress compelled to listen to her endless complaints, nod with a smile and refill her coffee when she’d started to run low. “I came back to help my family, but I hadn’t planned to stay and now there’s just something making it far too difficult to do that without feeling selfish despite the fact I had made it clear upon my return. I just wanted to live a normal life... but Nik, he’s a bit of an arse. Even if I did get over the whole letting them down, I don’t think he’d let me go again. Not really.” Her eyes falling upon a man sitting near the darker corner of the cafe’ with a pencil in his mouth, pecking away at his keyboard. This place was mostly dead except for the three of them. “Excuse me, um.” The barista spoke up upon noticing the blonde vampire staring “He looks normal.” There’s a pointed look she’s giving the women, but soon after she’s internally debating it before vocalizing the concerns. “Yes well, normal as he seems. It’s never been a good idea for me to get involved with someone like him. Trust me.” The other women’s frowning and mentioning something that the original had brought up earlier in their conversation. “I thought you said the first rule of truly living was to do something you’re most afraid of?” Rebekah’s gaze fell before she gave a little snap. “I’m not afraid.” That was a lie. “Oh.” Replied the young barista. “I just thought— how come you don’t just go and talk to him then?” Shaking her blonde curls, she responds. “He’s busy anyways.”

“I’ve seen him look over here like fifteen times already.” This has the vampires breath catching in her throat. “He has?” Maybe he could hear them. Oh God... that would be like super embarrassing. Nodding, the barista flashed a weak smile as she gestured towards him with her eyes and reflexively the Mikaelson sibling looked and their eyes locked. Dammit. Rebekah looked away from him and whispered to the girl “Fill this now and go away, you won’t remember any of what I’ve said until next I tell you.” to which she was compelled to comply. From that moment afterwards, Rebekah sat in place drinking her coffee and trying to contemplate whether or not she should got up to him. In the end... She decided to put her family life aside for the time being to do something bold.

Paying closer attention to him with her senses Rebekah was able to notice when he was completely off guard, which took a bit of time considering despite the fact that he seemed busy on his laptop... He was tense. Once she had managed to find the perfect timing though she was up and at his side within seconds. There was a warm smile on her face as she leaned on his chair slightly to get a glimpse of what he’d been working so tediously on for the past forty five minutes. “What’s it about?” Her accent was thick as she licked at her lips before giving him a bat of darkened lashes and a bit of an assumption on what he was really doing just so that she could make conversation with him. “—Your book...”

@runningfromthosedays​

@ runningfromthosedays

Spike didn’t like the fact that some sort of spell, at least he figured it had to be a spell, was keeping him from leaving the French Quarter.  As a borne and bred Brit, he didn’t have the fondest love for the French.  The fleur de lis decor was starting to get under his skin.  At least, that’s what he’d admit was bothering him.  

The real problem was that he found the truth slipping out of his mouth in weird ways all night. He stood at some invisible wall, near a back alley, that reminded him of the barrier that kept him out of homes if he hadn’t been invited, and slammed his hands against the “wall” only to find them repelled. 

“Oh, you’ve got to be sodding kidding me!”  He groused, then let his face shift into its vampire visage as he ran at it and was tossed backwards, right into someone.

He shook his head and looked up, human mask falling back into place, “Oh uh, funny gag, right?”