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Post by Elena Gilbert on Apr 5, 2013 13:32:57 GMT -5
Elena walks into the grill ready for a party. She walks over to the bartender and compels him to give her a bottle of jack. She needed to get away from the Salvatore brothers before they drive her insane about trying to make her back into the helpless girl that she was. She loved being a vampire now even though at first she hated it. She had new powers and was able to not get hurt so easily as before. She started playing pool in the back and laughing at herself when she scored. She was having her own little party.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 5, 2013 13:49:45 GMT -5
I walk into the Grill and take a seat at the bar. I order a cognac and take a sip. I look to the corner of the room and see none other than Elena Gilbert. Joy. She's acting drunk. Evidently she's gotten over her poor me, I'm immortal, routine. I roll my eyes and turn back to my drink. Self-righteous girl. Fickle as anything too. She can't seem to make any kind of decision. Stefan, Damon, Stefan, Damon. She becomes more and more like Katherine everyday. Pity.
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Post by Elena Gilbert on Apr 5, 2013 13:56:28 GMT -5
Elena sees Rebekah from where she's playing pool. She goes over to the bar and asks for something to eat and nods to Rebekah. "Care to join me in celebrating my freedom from the Salvatore brothers. As soon as I see them next, I'm telling them that I have lost my feelings for both of them. I now think of them as family instead of lovers. I'm tired of them controlling my life" She says as she picks up her food order of burger and fries. She starts munching on them. She hadn't really like Rebekah since she was always trying to get with Stefan but maybe she could put the past behind her.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 5, 2013 14:06:06 GMT -5
I snort I'm sorry, am I supposed to like you now just because you've given up on the Salvatore brothers? I take another sip of my drink. Congratulations, really. You've managed to give up on 100 year old men. That's an accomplishment most high schoolers could never do. I say sarcastically. Idiotic little girl. Giving up on the brothers. What a surprise.
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Post by Elena Gilbert on Apr 5, 2013 14:11:24 GMT -5
"And just when I was going to forgive you for making Matt's truck go off the bridge. I see that you're always going to be the pretentious bitch. So I guess that's a no on hanging out oh well" She says as she walks towards the darts and started throwing them. She knew that Rebekah didn't like her but the least she could do was actually try to be decent.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 5, 2013 14:15:33 GMT -5
I speak again knowing she can hear me. Oh, but shouldn't you be thanking me? I mean, this is what you wanted. At least, you seem pretty happy now. Too bad your friend had to get hurt in the process. I smirk and take another sip of my drink. I shake my head.
(sorry for short post; and do you think I write a good Bekah?)
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Post by Elena Gilbert on Apr 5, 2013 14:31:35 GMT -5
"You're right I should be thanking you for turning me. It has helped me make better decisions of what I'm going to do the rest of eternity. Like trying to make new friends and getting rid of old relationships. And having fun" She whispers as she threw a dart and hit the target. She smiled lightly.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 5, 2013 14:34:55 GMT -5
I roll my eyes. I wasn't expecting that. Tell me, Elena. Why on Earth would you possibly want to be friends with me? I killed your teacher, almost killed your friend, tormented you. That doesn't sound like friend material to me. I shrug. Or maybe you're lowering your standards to less righteous people, hm? I take another sip of my drink. Thee's got to be an ulterior motive for her wanting to be my friend. First of all, I don't like her. Second of all, we're not friends. Never have been. Never will be.
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Post by Elena Gilbert on Apr 5, 2013 14:42:26 GMT -5
"Maybe everybody deserves better. I think I was being harsh when I was judging people. I mean my friends have killed people and have done things that have hurt me and I'm still friends with them. How can being friends with you be any different. I understand that you have done hurtful things to me but maybe becoming a vampire has made me realize that you always have a motive to protect your family" Elena says as she came over to rebekah getting tired off having a conversation without actually talking face to face
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 5, 2013 14:47:05 GMT -5
I search her eyes. No lies. Interesting. I speak again. Nothing I've ever done was meant to hurt you or anyone for that matter. Family first. When you've lived for a thousand years you tend to stick to those who will never leave you. Humans were just a minor obstacle. You were just a minor obstacle. Forever and always I finish in my head. Obviously NIk's betrayed me many times, but he's always come back. He always defends me when it counts.
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Post by Elena Gilbert on Apr 5, 2013 14:59:22 GMT -5
"I get your logic because that's how it is with my friends. They come first and all our friends would do whatever it takes to protect each other. Even if it means hurting other people" She wasn't lying about anything she was saying. She hated being deceitful. That was Damon's and Stefan's game not hers. She took a shot of cognac.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 5, 2013 16:56:00 GMT -5
I raise my eyebrows and look at her. What happened between you and Stefan? You were head over heels for him. Now what? I ask her. I must say I am curious about that.
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Post by Elena Gilbert on Apr 5, 2013 17:10:15 GMT -5
"Maybe I've just grown tired of how he's always treating me like I'm some fragile china doll that needs saving. I'm a different person from who I used to be. I was wrapped up in what I thought was the perfect love story and now it just doesn't seem what I thought it would be" She said as she watched Rebekah become curious.
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Post by Rebekah Mikaelson on Apr 5, 2013 17:15:15 GMT -5
I take a sip of my drink and look at her knowingly. Stefan is the perfect high-school sweetheart; he's kind, gentle, but after over 100 years he's still the same 18 year old man. He never really grew up. I take a sip of my drink. Believe me, Elena. I've lived for a thousand years; there are better men than the Salvatores out there.
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Post by Elena Gilbert on Apr 5, 2013 17:25:28 GMT -5
"Well, I finally realized that a little too late. I really need a perfect gentlemen but also someone that not going to treat me like I can't protect myself" She says taking a sip of her drink and placing it back down for the bartender to fix her another one. "I'm starting too realized that they're might be better man out their that are not competitive when it comes to winning the girl"
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