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          ‘ do you work here or are you merely late on halloween and dressing as an imbecile to annoy me? ’ she groaned to herself, pushing herself up onto her feet before walking over to the other female. ‘ i was going to order something to drink, you know regular black coffee or whatever you guys drink these days but i’m frankly done with your stupidity and that’s enough for me. ’

things had begun changing around her, most importantly within her. rebekah and come to the realization that she was human ( you know after running TRULY RUNNING for her life from some deranged maniac. ) ‘ is this the new life of ripper stefan or should i be calling you something different now? ’ she tried to act as normal as she could, pushing anyone to think otherwise on her own abilities would leave her weak and vulnarable and with stefan being what she thought he was ripper she needed to be safe.

‘ ... what? ’ she paused for a moment, slightly confused with the brunette but it didn’t take long for it to click. ‘ so what now, memories faded away or something? you hate your life that much darling, what a shame. -- - what’s the problem with others telling you who you are, ashamed of the truth or scared? which is it? ’

‘ how about you explain yourself to me, who you are and where you hail from. ’ she demanded. the blonde was fully aware of dopplegangers, but her knowledge never suggested the same term for herself. there was no history behind this and well, rebekah prided herself in understanding a grand amount of it. ‘ go on. speak. ’

‘ a drink would be lovely. ’ she chimed in, allowing the fresh blood on her clothes to dry itself off and well considering the time of year it was, the blonde had no need to clean up after her dinner. ‘ bit of a wild night, hm? -- -the names rebekah, what about yourself cutie? ’ trying to make conversation, as her eyes watched around her new environment. 

     ‘ cheers to what? ’ she asked loosely, though her mind had already held a previous idea for the very cheerful vampire before her. ‘ what shall we celebrate, life? liberty? love perhaps, mrs. salvatore-- - or is it going to be still forbes by the end it? ’ she raised a brow, a small smirk growing across her lips as she held her own shot glass up to cheer before chugging it down. ‘ surprise? ’

‘ and what did you expect? i’m actually curious, what on earth am i missing? ’

‘ oh i’m sure that’s true, whatever helps you sleep at night dear. ’

she wasn’t sure if her mood was soured by the events of her own past, perhaps she was simply done with the day, or it was a norm for her but rebekah was already tired of stefan’s presence. ‘ It should take you exactly four seconds to cross from here to that door. I’ll give you two. ’ she sighed, the bitter taste of the idea being left in her mind. it wasn’t that she was MAD about him getting engaged but more so that she wasn’t told sooner. sure, the two weren’t best friends - -okay well they were hardly of the sort, but she thought the other would at least give her the good news rather than her hearing about it. perhaps the entire reason for her attitude was because she was merely jealous he’d found his own happiness before she could ever -- pft, nah. rebekah wouldn’t admit to that.

‘ you’ve got a knife? i’ve got a spoon ’ she stated with the most amount of confidence. it didn’t matter what she held, rebekah knew her strengths well enough to not care what weapon she had, she could easily rip the other apart limb from limb with her bare hands ( at this point the spoon was unlucky on elena’s part. ) it would be a cold day in hell before the mikaelson would allow the doppleganger, the most annoying amongst them all, to hold a knife to her as if she could really do anything. 

‘ can’t say i really care. ’

‘ compliments get you no where in life, didn’t daddy ever teach you that? don’t be such a bore, your life’s useless to me that way. ’

‘ oh i won’t be saying that at all. didn’t you get the hint? it’s not happening. ’

‘ dramatic, interesting, a flare for the arts... to each their own, i suppose. ’

‘ why am i finding it so hard to believe? ’

‘ i have a feeling everything seems to effect you, princess, tell me i’m wrong? ’