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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 5, 2013 9:04:20 GMT -5
I walk inside the house and toss my jacket on the couch. I'm dressed in jeans and a tank top with sandals. I pour myself a glass of Cognac and sit on the couch. The fire's still burning for this morning. Nik must have been here. I haven't seen him in days. He's been busy with his bloody stupid hybrids. I've heard that there's a new girl in town, Elizabeth Salvatore Bloody fantastic. Another member of the Salvatore family. As much as I won't admit it to anyone else, it does slightly hurt. Sleeping with Stefan was good. Like he said, crazy sex is good sex, but even so, a large part of me wishes that feelings were involved. I hate my brother for compelling Stefan to forget me. I miss the 20s; the sex, the alcohol, the music. It was one of the only semi-carefree times of my life. I cross my legs and take another sip of my drink. I relax into the couch and stare into the flames.
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Post by Elizabeth Salvatore on Apr 5, 2013 10:27:38 GMT -5
Stefan had packed a lot of Rebekah's things in a box and asked Elizabeth to drop them off at the Manison, seeing as he didnt want to get bit by a hybrid. The girl sighed as she placed the box in her truck. She fixed her blue, white and tan Sparry brand shoe before hoping into the ford F100. It wasnt much, but she loved the truck. She read the directions given to her by Stefan and arrived about fifteen minutes later.
As the girl parked her truck, she took in the outer beauty of the home. It was grand really. She sighed as she picked up the box and walked to the front door, ringing the bell and awaiting someone to answer it.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 5, 2013 10:34:15 GMT -5
My eyes flick to the door at the sound of the doorbell. I sigh and set my drink down before standing. Stefan was supposed to drop my things off a while ago. I open the front door to see a human girl holding a box. I look her up and down before speaking. Do I know you? My tone is dismissive and brisk. I'm not in the mood for solicitors, but based off of her clothing I'm guessing she can hardly afford a vacuume cleaner. She looks a bit like the Salvatores. She has their cheekbones. Lovely, another Salvatore in this bloody town. This must be the lovely Elizabeth. Bloody fantastic. She's lucky Nik didn't answer. He wuold've dragged her inside and fed on her. I inwardly smirk at the thought
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Post by Elizabeth Salvatore on Apr 5, 2013 17:16:34 GMT -5
Then, right before Eli was about to leave to box and get in her truck, the door was opened. A blonde woman who looked in her late teens, early 20s asked if she knew her. "Uh no. Umm, Stefan asked me to bring you the items you requested? Your shoes, slippers, red robe, some O neg bags and some of his journals." Eli knew that for every second she spent with Rebekah, she was placing herself that much closer to death. She sucked at hunting. The only thing she had with her was an elbow band hidden under her sleeves with two tiny wooden stakes that would give her only enought time to get the hell out of dodge. The girl held the box out, her heart beat increasing.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 5, 2013 17:27:26 GMT -5
I smirk as I hear her heart rate increase. Relax. I don't feed on random girls. I'm a bit more selective. I take the box from her and set it inside. Stefan's too lazy to bring it himself, huh? You're his niece, aren't you? You clearly know who I am. I say to her.
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Post by Elizabeth Salvatore on Apr 5, 2013 17:41:05 GMT -5
She sighed in a deafeated way. "Elizabeth Salvatore. Unkown family member of the Salvatore's, last human Salvatore, yadda yadda. It's nice to meet you Rebekah. Sole daughter of Esther and Mikael. Second youngest child, including Hendrick who was killed by your neighboring village's werewolves who was with Klaus when it happened...." The girl finally realized she had said a lot more than waht was needed. "I like to read, sorry."
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 5, 2013 17:48:28 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows. Clearly you like to read about my family. I cross my arms and lean against the doorframe. Nice to meet you too. I take it you're living with the Salvatores?
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Post by Elizabeth Salvatore on Apr 5, 2013 17:52:48 GMT -5
Eli looked down as Rebekah commented to her. Then the vampire asked her where she was living. "For the time being. I'm actually buying a place and Elena Gilbert is going to be living with me. Things are....complicated..." after that, she chuckled to herself. Things were more complicated than what she wanted to admit. She moved a piece of hair out of her face as the wind blew past. "You know, Stefan really does like you a lot. He just doesnt want anyone to know." she told Rebekah, hoping to release some tension between the two.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 5, 2013 19:50:11 GMT -5
I pause and look at her. She seems nice enough. Do you want to come in? I look at her. She actually seems nice. It would be nice to have a friend that doesn't want anything from me. Stefan wanted a dagger. He doesn't like me. Really no one does. No one gets to know me. They believe all the rumors of me being a heartless bitch, when really I've just protected my family. Family first, always and forever.
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Post by Elizabeth Salvatore on Apr 5, 2013 19:59:29 GMT -5
Eli looked up at Rebekah. "As long as I dont get killed, i wouldnt mind." she said. That was all she wanted in return, was not to be killed. She had nothing to do with anyone and wanted nothing material from anyone. She was a simple minded person and really didnt care for such things. All she loved was clothes and family and friends.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 5, 2013 20:15:04 GMT -5
I snort and step aside to let her in. I have no interesting in angering the Salvatore brothers. I haven't killed anyone in a while. I smirk and wait for her to come in.
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Post by Elizabeth Salvatore on Apr 6, 2013 20:55:17 GMT -5
"Well. why would he send me here? You seem nice." the girl said as she took a step in, adoring the way the house was built. It was completely amazing to her.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 16, 2013 20:10:29 GMT -5
I let her in and close the door behind her. Stefan and I have an interesting history. Lovers in the 20's; then NIk compelled him to forget my existence, so, that led to complications. I say before sitting on the couch.
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Post by Elizabeth Salvatore on Apr 16, 2013 20:17:32 GMT -5
"And it doesnt help that he fell in love last year with the doppleganger of his fatal love back in the 1860s." Eli then stoped, looked to Katherine and widened her eyes. "No offence. Katherine's the worst of the worst besides Klaus, at least from what I heard.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 16, 2013 20:20:29 GMT -5
I smirk and roll my eyes. None taken. Katherine's not the worst of anything. She's an insecure little girl who runs from all of her problems. Yet she's back in town, running in circles around Founder's Park. Figuratively speaking , I mean.
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