𝑹𝒆𝒃𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒉 𝑴𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏

The Original Sister ✦ Original Vampire ✦ Mikaelson Family ✦ Daughter of Mikael & Esther ✦ Sister. Lover. Survivor. ✦ Beautiful, immortal & dangerously temperamental ✦ Always and Forever. #TVDRP #MVRP #Darkthemes #Vampire #Triggerwarning #MDNI21+

Rebekah stared at Stefan for a moment, completely dumbfounded, before letting out a bitter laugh. Slowly, she crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. “Oh, Stefan. You really are a pathetic little hypocrite as soon as your wounded ego gets the better of you.” She took a step closer and looked him straight in the eyes with a mocking smile. “You claim you don’t want me, that you’re completely indifferent to me, and yet you almost lose your mind the moment I mention your brother’s name. How incredibly interesting.” Rebekah tilted her head slightly. “And just to be clear: I’m not with Damon because I’m desperate. I’m with him because I love him. Because he makes me laugh, because he challenges me, and because he isn’t constantly trying to punish me with memories of a relationship long past.” At his remark about Katherine, her expression darkened. “And Katherine had more class? Really, Stefan? Is that all you can come up with? Using another woman to insult me? But hey, maybe she wants you back, so I’d suggest you go to Katherine.” She snorted contemptuously. “You can think whatever you want about me. But don’t you dare dismiss my feelings for Damon as a desperate attempt to make you jealous.” For a brief moment, her mocking smile faded. “You know, I actually loved you once. Back in the ’20s. And maybe back then, there was nothing I wanted more than for you to choose me again.” She held his gaze. “But that Rebekah is gone now.” Finally, she stepped aside and cleared the way for him. “So go on, Stefan. Run to your bourbon, to your guilt, or whatever else you want to blame for your problems right now.” A final, almost malicious grin flashed across her lips.

Starter for @TenacityImpulse Rebekah had resolved not to start a fight with her brother today—for once. A resolution that, in this family, was probably already considered an extraordinary display of self-control. With a glass in her hand, she walked into the living room and spotted Hayley on the sofa. Rebekah paused in the doorway and studied her for a few seconds. “Please tell me you’re hiding from Nik.” An amused smile flitted across her lips as she walked toward Hayley. “Because if that’s the case, I’d love to join you. I’ve heard enough from my brother today that I’d gladly pretend to be deaf for the next hundred years.” Rebekah plopped down next to Hayley on the sofa and set her glass on the table. “You know, sometimes I really wonder how you put up with this family.” She paused briefly and let her lips curl into a small grin. “But then I remember that you’re just as stubborn, irritable, and completely unfazed as the rest of us.” She leaned back and looked at Hayley from the side. “That was a compliment, by the way.”

Rebekah blinked once and then slowly raised an eyebrow. “Oh, maybe you should explain it that way to Nik, too. At the word ‘claim,’ his ego would probably jump to the conclusion that two ancient beings are arguing over who has a claim on him.” A soft, amused laugh escaped her. “Although I have to admit that explains a lot. If Vladis is the origin of the vampires and you’re the origin of the werewolves, then Nik carries the legacy of both of you within him, so to speak.” She tilted her head slightly as her gaze grew more pensive. “Which probably means that my dear brother is descended, of all things, from two sides of a family that’s apparently even more complicated than our own. “He’d probably like that.” A mischievous grin flitted across her lips. “But don’t worry, I get it. Forebears, not owners.”

“Well, at least you’re smart enough to know when it’s better not to ask questions.” She crossed her arms over her chest, but her curiosity had long since been piqued. “If Ash can actually hold his own against your oldest brother, though, I understand why even a proud wolf would be cautious.” A faint grin flitted across her lips. “And believe me, I know the difference between pride and stupidity all too well. I’ve spent a thousand years with my brother Nik.”

Rebekah leaned against the wall for a moment after Stefan let go of her. Then, completely unfazed, she ran her hand over her neck and watched him go with a look that was somewhere between anger and amused astonishment. “You really are unbelievable, Stefan.” With vampire speed, she was suddenly standing in front of him again, blocking his path. “First of all: Touch me like that one more time, and I’ll show you the difference between a vampire and an Original.” A sweet smile flitted across her lips. “Second: Just because things aren’t working out with Elena doesn’t mean you suddenly have a claim on me.” She crossed her arms. “And since you’re so eager to find out who the unlucky guy is…” Her smile became almost mischievous. “Damon.” Rebekah let a brief moment pass, just to savor Stefan’s reaction. “Yes. Your brother.” She stepped closer and tapped his chest with a finger. “I’m dating Damon. And before you convince yourself that I’m only doing this to make you jealous: The world doesn’t revolve around you, Stefan Salvatore.” When he invited her to shower with him, she finally laughed dryly. “Nice try. But if I want to see a Salvatore naked, I already know exactly which one I’ll go to.”

Rebekah had firmly resolved to spend this evening in peace. A glass of bourbon. No family. No witches. No men who thought they could make her life even more complicated. Then she heard that voice. Of course, “Salvatore.” Rebekah rolled her eyes even before she turned to face @diabolicalslvtr . Her gaze slowly swept over him before she exhaled with a gesture of annoyance. “I should have known that a pleasant evening was too much to ask for.”

Rebekah watched as Stefan calmly poured himself a bourbon and simply rolled her eyes at his little charade. “Oh, Stefan. How convincing.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “You don’t like me, but here you are, of your own free will, in my house, drinking my bourbon, and suddenly wanting to talk about our past together.” A dry laugh escaped her. “You used to be a better liar.” But when he mentioned the 1920s and their love back then, her amused smile vanished. Not out of hurt—but rather out of disinterest. “The ’20s?” Rebekah shrugged. “I’m not interested in that time anymore.” She stepped closer and, without hesitation, took the bourbon bottle from his hand to pour herself a drink. “Yes, I remember us. I remember that I loved you. And maybe your little charade would even have impressed me back then.” She took a sip and then looked at Stefan with complete composure. “But that was back then.” A confident smile flitted across her lips. “I’m with someone else now.”Rebekah raised her glass pointedly. “Here’s to someone who’s a better match for me. To someone who doesn’t constantly remind me of what could have been between us a hundred years ago.” She tilted her head and looked Stefan straight in the face. “So if you came here to throw me off balance with memories of our great love, darling, then you’re about a century too late.” Rebekah walked past him, deliberately brushing against his shoulder. “You must really miss the 1920s.” A satisfied grin followed. “I don’t miss them.”

“No. Don’t even ask.” Rebekah sighed deeply, took a few steps across the room, and ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. “That self-righteous, paranoid, control-freak bastard!” she muttered.

Rebekah’s eyebrows shot up immediately. “Of course he does.” She laughed softly, almost in disbelief. “A living blade that’s also his soul and knows more about him than he does himself. Just when I thought your family couldn’t possibly get any more complicated.” But her mocking tone quickly gave way to genuine curiosity. Rebekah crossed her arms and studied Crimsonfang intently. “But if this blade is actually a part of Cole—his soul—then that means this knowledge already exists somewhere within him. It’s just that Cole himself doesn’t have access to it yet.” She tilted her head thoughtfully. “And it hasn’t revealed itself to him yet.” There was a brief pause. “Why?”

Rebekah closed the door behind Stefan and watched him go with a raised eyebrow. “No ‘thank you’?” She cast a meaningful glance over her shoulder—toward where he had walked past her—and then back at him. “And then you bump into me, too. Your manners have really gone downhill, Stefan.”

“Are you trying to tell me that Cole set up this system himself … but maybe didn’t even realize why he did it?”

Rebekah leaned against the doorframe and eyed Stefan for a few seconds, one eyebrow raised. “Did you say ‘please’?” An amused smile played on her lips. “How polite of you, Stefan. It’s almost as if you suspect I’d otherwise slam the door in your face.” She let him wait a moment longer before finally stepping aside to make room for him. “All right, then. Come in“