5.7.2013 NI is officially 2 YEARS OLD! Thanks guys for making those years amazing!
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Welcome! Have you ever wondered what your favorite supernatural TV fandoms would look like if they were all literally interconnected? If Damon from Vampire Diaries heard about Sunnydale becoming a crater? What if 'fighting for vampire rights' in True Blood mattered in the world of Supernatural? Want to find out how your favorite characters will react in a world like this? Join in and don't forget to follow your instincts!
Canons: True Blood, Being Human (BBC), Vampire Diaries, Buffy & Angel, & Supernatural.
WHAT DAY IS IT? AND IN WHAT MONTH? THIS CLOCK NEVER SEEMED SO ALIVE. i can't keep up and i can't back down, i've been losing so much time. ALL OF THE THINGS THAT I WANT TO SAY JUST AREN'T COMING OUT RIGHT. I'M TRIPPING ON WORDS. you've got my head spinning. i don't know where to go from here. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
If there was one thing to like about New York City, it was the amount of places that were allotted to food alone. Restaurants and bars weren’t lacking in the least bit and Dean definitely took advantage of that in all the time he spent in New York. It’d been several months since he first came to New York, fresh back on the hunt again. And while he left often, to chase whatever monster was terrorising across the rural stretches of the US, he spent a lot of time there, enough that it was practically like he lived in the city (not that he’d ever go that far). Dean wasn’t looking to settle down, especially not in a place like this. He’d tried the settling thing and staying in one place with one person as long as he had had been the first time that he’d ever done anything close to it. It wasn’t a life that he was looking to replicate or do again. He wanted to be back on the road, fighting things and saving people. It was in his blood more than anything else. And NYC wouldn’t ever have been a place to settle for a list of reasons. One, while he liked New York in a tourist sense, where there was a lot to do and a few awesome things to see, he wasn’t the type to care for a huge city. The traffic sucked most of the time, it was loud and there were people pretty much everywhere he went. Not to mention, monsters and vampires seemed to have a little field day with it. Dean was more comfortable in his car, on the road. Even though he liked to hit larger places for fun and had a few hunts here and there in more urban settings, he found himself in little unheard of towns more often than not. And he liked that a lot more than being here. The roads were better anyway. He’d rather be on a stretch of road that led forever through nothing than edging his way through traffic.
The traffic alone was cause for a lot of complaints from him. Mostly, because in the busy areas of the city, it was quicker to walk somewhere than to drive and frankly, Dean didn’t want to walk everywhere. He had a car for a reason. And she wasn’t going to stay parked at some beat up motel. She’d sat long enough when he wasn’t hunting and she was treating him better on the road. Cars generally didn’t fair too well when they just stayed park ninety percent of the time. He’d wound up at the diner on his own. It wasn’t one that he’d actually been to before and since he had been in New York for a while; there were a few that he liked more than others. And naturally, he frequented the places that were closer to his motel than anything else. And the place he’d chosen was off the beaten path and not the best place to hang anyone’s hat. But, the rundown motels were better and more discrete than anything else. And cheap. Credit card fraud aside, he wasn’t looking to bring attention to it. At least it was the middle of the day, so he highly doubted he was going to be walking into anything supernatural. Especially not vampires, which he seemed to find himself running into more often than not. And he killed the majority he came across too, given that they were usually evil sons of bitches that needed to be put down. It didn’t mean he couldn’t find a vampire out there. There were some that could walk in the sun and while he was aware of it, it was a small number that he hardly paid any attention to. And frankly, vampires were the last thing on his mind right now. But, that wasn’t any surprise, given that the top thing on his mind happened to be the plate of food on the counter in front of him. He was a hunter, but that hardly meant that monsters had to constantly be at the forefront of his mind. There was always room in the back of it, in case something happened, he’d be ready in an instant. And he didn’t go anywhere without a stake and a gun somewhere on him. But, he didn’t spend all of his time worried and contemplating monsters.
Being on guard constantly would only serve to make him more than extremely paranoid. He wasn’t going to be that hunter that blamed the supernatural for everything and glanced over his shoulder obsessively in case something came out on the attack. That wasn’t any way to live. He might have been a hunter, but he knew how to enjoy his life and he was going to. It wasn’t like he was going to get a lot of years to make it worth a damn. And sure, he’d been given more than one second chance at life, but it didn’t make him old. He was only thirty-two. He was still young and far below his natural lifespan. But, even he knew he wasn’t going to live to get old. He didn’t really spend time thinking that far ahead anyway. The present mattered a lot more than the future and the past was something that he’d like to say wasn’t on his mind all that much, but memories didn’t go away and they tended to be a part of him whether he liked it or not. Good and bad, that was always there. Although focussed on eating, he hadn’t forgotten to pay some attention to everything around him; aware of the atmosphere as he took a bite from the burger on his plate.
Being a vampire, of course, Rebekah had absolutely no need to eat; it didn’t help her nutritionally, she had no particular desire for the taste, since the sorts of foods that were around in abundance now were completely different to those of the twenties, and she just didn’t get hungry in that way. As an Original vampire, she barely even needed to feed; she wasn’t entirely sure how long it was she could go without blood, because who would want to try that, but she knew that someone as old as she was was far less a slave to their baser instincts than someone who had just been turned. If she wanted to feed, she did so because she enjoyed it, rather than because she thought she would die without blood; it might not be too pleasant, but it would still take an extremely long time for her to mummify in the way that regular vampires would. She had seen it done, what it did to a vampire to be deprived of blood, but it was not nearly as bad as having a knife shoved through your heart, she imagined; she was all but dead when that happened, only the fact that removing it would wake her up again making it so that she wasn’t completely. There were days when Rebekah wished that she could wake her siblings up. She could pull the knives from each of them in no more than the blink of an eyelid, she could compel some people to stay until they had all fed enough to regain their strength, and then they could be a family again. But, Elijah aside, they had all been incapacitated a lot longer than she had; they would resent Nik for that, and it was because of her brother that Rebekah wouldn’t go about bringing her family back to life. He didn’t want them alive, and she wanted what he wanted, didn’t she?
Actually, what Rebekah wanted was for her family to be together again; perhaps together, they would be able to stand against Mikael, and stop him from killing every last one of them, but Rebekah wasn’t sure that that was a risk that she was actually willing to take, when it came down to it. She had Nik, sure, but she still felt lonely, because he was focussed on his hybrids, on his master plan, and she knew that she was only here because of the necklace that she no longer had, because someone had stolen it from her. Was she being useful, to her brother? Rebekah didn’t know that. She didn’t know how long it would be before he decided to betray her and stick that knife in her chest once again, but Rebekah wasn’t stupid; she knew that it was something he would do without a second thought if he felt it necessary. She didn’t want that. She didn’t want to die, she didn’t want to be stuck in a coffin for another century or two; she might have wanted to stop having to run, she might have wanted to be able to settle somewhere and not be constantly watching over her shoulder, but ultimately, she wanted to live more than that. She wanted to be alive, because she had grown to be quite fond of this new world she had woken up in. There were issues, of course there were, but she was smart, she was used to adapting to how different things could be from one country to the next, and if there were things that she did not understand, then she was extremely good at pretending she did. She had integrated well, and of course she did not know everything, yet, but Rebekah didn’t think that she was out of place here, anymore. She might have had an air of confidence that a lot of people didn’t, but she wore modern clothes, she had the technology and the styles, even a lot of the turns of phrase down...Rebekah was, to all intents and purposes, a modern girl now.
She was at this diner today not because she needed to eat – she didn’t – but because she had arranged to meet someone here, the fact that it was slightly out of the way, and therefore less populated by tourists, meaning that perhaps it would be safer for her to talk about the things she wanted to talk about. She had never met her contact before, of course, given that they were human and she’d been dead for the past ninety years, but she had a pretty good idea who she was looking for...and they were late. Rebekah couldn’t abide tardiness, and she tapped her foot against the rung on the stool she was sitting at, getting out her phone, a slight frown on her face as she navigated her way to the clock on it. Yes, late; that was not making a good first impression, and if they made it here at all, they would have to have a damn good excuse. As it was, she sighed, and looked around the diner; here she was, one of the oldest vampires in the history of time, and she had been stood up. It was a little embarrassing, in fact, and Rebekah frowned, checking her phone again, and then glancing to the door. Nothing. Well that was just great. Another lead lost.
WHAT DAY IS IT? AND IN WHAT MONTH? THIS CLOCK NEVER SEEMED SO ALIVE. i can't keep up and i can't back down, i've been losing so much time. ALL OF THE THINGS THAT I WANT TO SAY JUST AREN'T COMING OUT RIGHT. I'M TRIPPING ON WORDS. you've got my head spinning. i don't know where to go from here. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Even if he wasn’t on the lookout or even suspicious for any type of danger in the diner, he was still aware of what went on around him. It didn’t matter if it was supernatural or completely normal, Dean didn’t shut himself off from the world around him easily. He was always at least a little bit aware, regardless of what he was doing. Sure, he was probably easy to sneak up on if he was sleeping, piss drunk or fully distracted, but there was always room for his reflexes to kick in. In this case, he was just idly paying attention to the things around him. Mostly it was just the murmurs of chatter and people walking in and out of the diner when they did. He didn’t expect anything interesting to waltz in or out. Even in NYC, when vampires were out in public and he felt like the supernatural presence only kept increasing, there was very little that would happen in a diner in the middle of the day. It didn’t seem to matter how out in the open things became, monsters still used the dark as a cover. And most vampires weren’t going to end up walking around mid-day. Of course, he knew of the exceptions; especially the rings that kept certain vampires out in the sun. But, that was an exception and not something that he thought about all of the time. Dean wasn’t paranoid. He was careful and far from ignorant and naive, but he didn’t cross over into paranoia. Life would be miserable if he sat around, paranoid all of the time. Not to mention, it really wouldn’t help anybody. There had to be room to be relaxed, amidst how poorly he might have thought the world was going. Vampires seemed to put a damper on everything.
And he never thought that there’d be a time where he was that preoccupied with them. At one time, he didn’t pay a lot of mind to them at all. Once he found out they were still out there, he might have ran into one every so often, but it wasn’t all that common for him. It happened sporadically and there were still monsters he found more often. There was a lot out there. It would have been strange to hunt the same thing day in and day out. He wasn’t ever going to be one of those hunters that dedicated himself to one kind of monster. Dean wouldn’t say that they weren’t good hunters or that they didn’t help people—because they did. But, Dean didn’t have that narrowed in of a focus and really he thought that an obsession like that could be a little dangerous. Not to mention, it was boring fighting the same thing day in and day out. Dean liked the variety and mix up of the creatures that he fought. Although, lately vampires definitely dominated it. They were the ones that came out to the public and decided that they needed rights for whatever reason. Dean imagined it was to gain trust and eventually turn on everyone. He had no faith at all in vampires being even partially good as a whole. There was such thing as vampires that didn’t kill people, he knew that. But they were rare and exceptional and probably a lot harder to find than one that was ready to use humans as walking blood bags. Vampires were evil and they were monsters. There really wasn’t more that could be said about that. And he hated arguing it, because the people who sympathised with vampires made no sense to him and he’d never see it from their point of view.
When he noticed Rebekah, it was only because she was a woman in a not-so-crowded diner. Honestly, he’d spared a glance to nearly everyone at one point or another while he sat there. And she caught his eye, enough to give her a look over before he went back to his food. Though, as he took another bite, something that he had skimmed his eyes across caught his attention belatedly. A ring. It wasn’t like him to notice people’s rings as anything special. So, he had to take another look, glancing to the woman’s hand, narrowing in on the ring before he looked back down at his plate. He’d seen it before. Maybe there was a chance he could be wrong and that it really was just some gaudy ring and nothing to be concerned about. But, he couldn’t know for sure and Dean debated for a few more minutes. She didn’t look like she was getting up quickly and it wasn’t as if he could just demand it right there. So, instead he tried to be completely unassuming about it and glanced over at her. “Waiting on someone?” He asked, as if he was just any guy trying to start a random conversation with a woman close by. He wasn’t looking to give anything away here. Now, he’d have a problem if she snubbed him completely and didn’t say a word back. But, that wouldn’t be the end of the line either. He might not have expected anything to happen today, but now he was completely on guard and fully aware of her. If she was a vampire, he wasn’t going to be caught off guard by that. In fact, he was thinking that if he could prove it, he’d be able to get out of the diner and where he could take care of the problem.
Honestly, Rebekah didn’t care if people knew what she was or not; she wasn’t going to go around wearing a sign that said, ‘I’m a vampire,’ on it, but at the same time, she knew that she was the stuff of legend, when it came down to it, and that there were many, many things she could do as herself that she couldn’t do as Rebekah Mathias, the human. The last name wasn’t even her own; when she’d been born, they’d not had them, really, but it was the one that Nik had adopted, and it made sense, as she was his sister, to use the same, to blend in a little more. If people knew of her, then that was great; they knew to fear her, they knew that to kill her was useless, and they knew that if someone tried, they would likely end up dead. Rebekah had a fierce temper, and unsurprisingly, she was not a fan of people trying to kill her. Could she be blamed for that? Even if it didn’t work, a stake in the chest could be extremely painful, and it could incapacitate her, whether for a few minutes or a matter of hours, and it would ruin her clothes, as well, which was also a complete pain, and really not something that Rebekah wanted to have to go through unless absolutely necessary – and there was no reason she could think of where it would be necessary to attempt to kill her. It was illegal, wasn’t it? There was no way that she would ever get human police officers involved, since there was no point, but the fact was that people weren’t supposed to kill her – and they’d end up hurt, if not dead, if they tried. She was a vampire, yes, but for one of her age and power, she didn’t leave a trail of bodies in her wake, not in the same way that her brother seemed to be doing, recently. He had become reckless, with his newfound power, and Rebekah worried about that, because the last thing that she wanted was for Mikael to find them.
She worried about it, yes, but it wasn’t going to be enough for her to leave this town and go somewhere else, not until Nik wanted to move on, or felt it was necessarily; Rebekah would stay with her brother, rather than breaking off on her own like Elijah had, because she had absolutely no desire to be on her own. Why would she want that? She had eternity stretched out before her, and if she left Nik, she could pretty much guarantee that she was going to end up back in that coffin; her brother wanted to keep her safe. He wanted to keep the family together, and if she wouldn’t do it willingly, then he would make her, and she had no doubt that he would be able to put that knife through her chest again; she would be waiting for it, almost, because he had done it once before and she knew that she was only awake now because he had thought she would be useful, and her reflexes were strong, but Nik was stronger. He was always stronger. She would stay here, and while her brother was occupied with whatever it was he occupied himself with, Rebekah would be searching through her network of contacts to find Mikael, so that they weren’t suddenly surprised by his presence here. If they had to leave New York, then they had to leave, it was as simple as that, but Rebekah didn’t exactly want that to happen, and she certainly didn’t want to suddenly have to run, like they had done in Chicago – or would have done, if she hadn’t been incapacitated instead. She was tired of running from Mikael; it was time to get ahead of him, for once, find out where he was and what he was doing, and attempt to track him so that they weren’t going to be surprised by him being in the same place they were—because they would have already moved on. Rebekah wanted to stay somewhere, and not have to run, for once. She was tired of running.
She sighed, looking at the door once more before she picked up a menu, pretending to peruse it; Rebekah had no real need to eat human food, or even much of a desire to, particularly not the greasy food that seemed to be what was sold in diners like this one, but she had to keep up appearances nonetheless, and after a moment she ordered herself a bowl of fries and a glass of water. Not much, certainly, but she could always say that she was on some kind of diet where not eating very much was the requirement, if anyone questioned her—not that she was used to people questioning her. She didn’t like that, either. It took her a moment to realise that the question had been directed at her – and that wasn’t something that she was unused to. Men talked to her all of the time, and Rebekah smiled at the man; it was flattering, in fact, to have that kind of attention, and she nodded her head. “Yes, I am. They’re late.” So far, it was forgiveable, especially if they ended up having some information for her. If they kept her waiting for much longer, however, Rebekah was not going to be best pleased, and that wasn’t a state that many people would have wanted to induce, really. She could be very, very impatient.
WHAT DAY IS IT? AND IN WHAT MONTH? THIS CLOCK NEVER SEEMED SO ALIVE. i can't keep up and i can't back down, i've been losing so much time. ALL OF THE THINGS THAT I WANT TO SAY JUST AREN'T COMING OUT RIGHT. I'M TRIPPING ON WORDS. you've got my head spinning. i don't know where to go from here. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Dean would never be clear on the logic behind making the hunting and killing of vampires illegal. He understood that he could be arrested for all of the laws he broke while hunting, because that had always happened. Law enforcement didn’t usually know what was out there and hence they didn’t know that he was actually saving lived when they hauled him in with handcuffs. But, it never should have been illegal to kill them once they found out that vampires were, in fact, real. They were monsters, blood-thirsty and deadly monsters. There was no one that would ever consider him otherwise either. Vampires were stronger, faster and humans were a basic food group. There was no reason why they should be protected. Dean wasn’t ever going to obey those laws anyway. They were ridiculous and dangerous. There were too many people out there sympathising with vampires or considering them to be similar to humans when Dean didn’t see the similarities. Sure, they used to be human, so they looked like them and they had emotions (though he would have to debate what they were completely capable), but they weren’t human. They were monsters that used to be and looked like people but weren’t. Dean could never really trust vampires. He didn’t care if there was one out of one million that was truly under control and didn’t drink human blood. That still made for a lot of vampires that were evil and that he suspected would end up hurting humans eventually. In fact, he thought that any that fought for rights and that were pushing for vampires to be as people were the ones that would probably turn on people once they gained their trust. Once they had that in the bag, it would practically be a walking buffet for them. Dean didn’t have the highest opinion of monsters and he was never going to. Not with everything that he had seen.
If Dean wanted to hunt vampires, he could have done it every night. They were everywhere and he ran into his fair share. It wasn’t that he wanted to, however. There were still other creatures that he should have been just as aware of. People were still in trouble, still dying because of other sons of bitches and Dean wasn’t going to forget about that. He tried not to let himself become preoccupied with vampires too much. He would forget about the bigger picture chasing them and only them. Only, apparently he wasn’t going to be only running into them at night. To him the idea of vampires walking around in the daylight was worse than them being in public at night. In that way, they were more dangerous. His opinion on vampires was strong, to say the least. But, it wasn’t any different from other monsters, only that now he could publically argue that they weren’t sympathetic. They weren’t romantic, mysterious or any adjective that teenage girls used to describe them. They were evil sons of bitches that would rip you apart without a second thought. Anyone who crushed on vampires needed to go back to celebrities; he didn’t care if it was the douchiest pop singer out there, that was better than a vampire. He just didn’t understand the appeal of a dead, fanged creature. Now, he didn’t know the appeal to certain male pop singers either, but that was more believable than vampires. Vampires used to be the thing of horror movies. They were scary and clearly monsters. But, apparently, somewhere along the way, it was decided that they weren’t by a lot of people. Luckily, there were also still those with some common sense about it.
“Don’t you hate that?” He commented casually. Dean looked as casual as ever talking to her, although he was anything but that. Now, he didn’t feel like he was in over his head, because if she was a vampire, then she was only one. It wasn’t as if he had gotten himself into a situation with multiples. He’d done that too, but in this case, it was one vampire and well within the realm he could take out on his own; just as long as he managed to get out of the diner and somewhere where he could take her out. He couldn’t do it right here and he couldn’t do it in front of people in broad daylight. That would put his ass in jail so fast and he didn’t feel like being arrested today. The process to get out was sometimes just too much work. “You don’t strike me as the type of woman that should be kept waiting.” Dean added in, picking still at his food. And he was still just as hungry as he had been before the conversation, but his focus was mainly on her. She was the dangerous piece in the diner. He just wasn’t going to outwardly let her know that he was onto her or that he was cautious in the least. Nothing about the conversation or the way that he addressed her would give that away. Dean was good at playing up the nonchalance, no matter what kind of situation he found himself in. In this one, he had to play it cool. He also needed to be certain of what he was dealing with. Though mindless conversation probably wouldn’t give him that. Still, he was wary and if she was a vampire, he had no intention of letting her live too long past this.
Rebekah knew what she was; she was under no illusions about that. She knew that she was a monster, and to claim otherwise would have been a lie – and she couldn’t abide liars. She hadn’t always been this way, and despite how long it had been, she remembered her human life vividly. She remembered growing up in the village, she remembered locking themselves in, the night of the full moon, she remembered helping her mother, talking to the local witch, spending time with friends; the things that one did hadn’t changed all that much, in the thousands of years since then. Technology might have improved, the standard of living was more luxurious, but teenage girls were always going to be teenage girls, even if they had not been called that back then. She hadn’t always been a monster, and she knew the origin story of vampires better than anyone; she had been one of the first, she had created more, and so they had spread, growing in number, leading to this point, she supposed. She had never imagined that this would happen; there had been communities of vampires, certainly, and she had spent time among them, but like everywhere else, she had never remained there long. Besides, she liked being among the humans. She liked seducing them, she liked spending time with them, and she had fallen in love with one or two, along the way...more than that, really. Rebekah always fell in love too fast, too hard, and she didn’t believe in the human concept of having one love of your life, because her life was so much longer than any human’s.
She knew what she was, and she wasn’t ashamed of it; she was proud of how old she was, how powerful she was, even if it was hardly going to be something she shouted about in the middle of a place populated by humans. She had killed, and she didn’t feel bad about it, because that was the way of the world; she might not have gone around massacring people (anymore), but she’d kill without remorse. Any vampire who claimed not to be a monster was wrong, and while she didn’t for a second think that that meant that they all needed to die, it also meant that they weren’t the friendly, loveable pets humans seemed to have been given the impression that they were. They were dangerous. Rebekah was extremely dangerous. The fact that she couldn’t be permanently killed was definitely an added bonus, however inconvenient it was to be stuck in a coffin for nigh on a century. Not that she ever wanted people to try to kill her; it was painful, it would ruin her clothes, and then she’d have to kill them, and while Nik might have spent a lot of his time dealing with dead bodies, she really didn’t want to have to do so. Perhaps she’d just be able to compel someone to take care of it so that she wouldn’t have to do it herself, even if it wouldn’t have actually been that much effort. She just didn’t want to, and Rebekah always did what she wanted; maybe that made her spoiled, maybe it just highlighted the fact that she was powerful and really could do anything that she wanted, she didn’t care. Almost anything she wanted, at any rate; she couldn’t settle down, and that was what she really wanted in life. She’d spent thousands of years on the run, and all she wanted was to stop, but it wasn’t safe. It would never be safe, and she knew that when Nik moved them, it was for their own good. It didn’t mean she had to like it, though.
As soon as they found Mikael, maybe even killed him, that would change, and so finding out as much as she could had become Rebekah’s second most important goal; the first was finding her necklace. She thought she had adjusted to modern times pretty well by now, so she wasn’t worried about that, even if she might not have understood every single pop culture reference, but she wanted her bloody necklace back. She felt naked without it. It was hers. “Such a pain,” she agreed, and if he was acting casual, then so was she; Rebekah sized up every person that she met, because you could never be too careful, especially when your older brother had the tendency to be reckless, and she didn’t know what it was, but there was something off about this man. He wasn’t lying to her outright, because she’d have known that for sure, but that sixth sense of hers was tingling; Rebekah had always had excellent instincts, and right now, they were telling her to be careful. Not wary, not attack, just watch out. To be honest, those were things that she should have done at any rate, although it was easy to forget and relax into the life that she had inserted herself into in whichever town they happened to be in – but letting their guard down like that was when Mikael almost caught up to them, and Rebekah didn’t want that to happen again. Not yet. Not ever. She smiled, inclining her head. “It tends not to be the best idea.”
WHAT DAY IS IT? AND IN WHAT MONTH? THIS CLOCK NEVER SEEMED SO ALIVE. i can't keep up and i can't back down, i've been losing so much time. ALL OF THE THINGS THAT I WANT TO SAY JUST AREN'T COMING OUT RIGHT. I'M TRIPPING ON WORDS. you've got my head spinning. i don't know where to go from here. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Vampires would always be evil and hunters would always hunt them. That was a rule that wasn’t going to change, not as long as vampires still existed. Even if there was one or two amongst millions, it didn’t change that the entirety of them were monsters. As a whole, it was a species of monster. They weren’t human. They weren’t entitled to anything that humans received, because they weren’t one in the same. They were what hunted people. And sure, some might not. But, he doubted that vampires were really living off of synthetic blood all of the time. He doubted that could even be enjoyed in the long run. Dean didn’t really know how the tastes differed (and he never wanted to find out), but in his experience food that was synthetic somehow generally paled in comparison to the real thing and was downright disgusting. No, it had to be better human and straight from said person. The only way he saw vampires integrating into society ending, was bloody. There weren’t any other options for it. And he was going to do everything that he possibly could to save as many people as he could. It didn’t matter how illegal it was, because laws that obstructed the job were always crossed anyway. It was just now that it was illegal to do what he had to, where before it was just illegal to go about the process. Dean understood the grey areas that kept him from considering psychics or witches monsters unless they hurt someone specifically, but they were human at the base. Vampires weren’t. They might have started out that way, but there were a few creatures that started human and changed. It didn’t make them less of a monster. It just meant they weren’t always. And to him, there was a big difference there.
And Dean honestly didn’t care what vampire supporters thought of his opinion. It was too black and white or too stubborn. He wasn’t open-minded enough or whatever the hell they wanted to say. But, at the end of the day, he was going to be the one out there saving their asses while they thought he wasn’t open-minded enough. It wasn’t as if these were a group of people that he was being judgemental about. They were blood-sucking monsters! And why would they want to embrace something that looked at them as the main food group. That didn’t make sense to him. He wasn’t going to sympathise with someone that wanted to eat him. He wasn’t suicidal and he didn’t think that vampires were misunderstood or in need of being romanticised. Sure, people were generally drawn to someone that was a little bad. But, not something that was blood-hungry and evil. Vampires that wanted to rip into your neck weren’t the same as bad boys in movies. He tried his best not to sit around and analyse why people thought the way that they did, because it never got him any further into understanding. It was just frustrating, especially when he knew exactly how evil vampires were and saw more than his fair share of their victims. He hunted them quite a bit in NYC and they killing hadn’t slowed down. Far from it. He was hunting more vampires now than he had in the past. He wouldn’t stop either and it seemed that even when he didn’t expect it in the least, he was going to wind up running into a vampire. They were everywhere, weren’t they? Even in diners in the middle of the day. It was getting her out of there and doing his job that would be tricky.
He nodded, of course in agreement. Although he kept his casual demeanour up, he never stopped trying to make a game plan out of the situation. He couldn’t just attack in the middle of the diner like that. Attacking vampires in public didn’t work out so well. Although, even before it was illegal and people knew about it, it wasn’t wise. One, it would cause alarm and two, it would look like he had just attacked a person and Dean wouldn’t have felt like going to jail because it was assumed he killed a person that no one would ever believe was a vampire. At her response, he flashed a bit of a smile. It was great how many faces he could put on when in reality, he wanted to kill her because of what she was. “Well, then, I feel sorry for whoever decided to stand you up.” He commented. And hopefully no one would show up, because then that would make it even more difficult for him to do anything. There were a lot of reasons why vampire hunting wasn’t exactly efficient in the middle of the day. Usually, it wasn’t a problem, but it was better when the majority were out at night. There was more cover in the darkness and it was easier to walk off with someone than it was in broad daylight when someone would notice easier. Though, maybe he’d be able to catch her off guard. After all, he doubted most people went around hunting them down or would even notice that there was a vampire out in the sun. He noticed the ring. Without knowing about the rings, he wouldn’t have been able to even come to that conclusion. Generally, he didn’t stand around thinking about vampires when it was light outside.
There were many myths and legends surrounding the vampires and what they were capable of, their weaknesses, the things that might kill them, the Original vampires in particular; they had started many of those rumours themselves, just as Nik had started the rumour of the Sun and the Moon Curse, because it was obvious how stories could spread like wildfire. Misinformation kept them safe, ultimately, and while they wanted to be known for their power, so that people would know not to cross them, ultimately, it was better for them to be some kind of legend, rather than a bunch of facts. It made them harder to kill – even though that was almost impossible to do, anyway – and it made people less likely to try and fight against them when they wanted something. A lot of the time, they didn’t; Nik might have been focussed on his hybrids, but Rebekah just wanted to get her necklace back and live her life, and she didn’t think that that was a terrible thing to happen. But with the rumours, the stories, the varying sorts of vampire, it made it difficult for people to know how to kill them – and the more things that would keep them alive, the better, ultimately, because that was what she wanted. That was what they all wanted; Rebekah was pretty sure that every living creature, whatever they were, wanted to stay alive. Falsifying stories, writing their own family history deep in a cave under what was now Mystic Falls where it would never be found...those just helped. The last thing they wanted was for stories to spread about how Elijah had been killed, twice, how all you needed was the right knife, the right ash, and they would be stopped forever. That wasn’t something that Rebekah wanted to happen, and she was pretty sure that there were very few people who knew of the fact that the knife needed to remain in their chest once they were dead, or it wouldn’t work. That was fortunate; anything through the heart hurt, but if it was take out again, they could get up and exact their revenge.
And she would, if anybody except her brother tried to kill her—and even with him, she still held something of a grudge. All she had wanted was to follow her heart, and she had been denied that. She didn’t understand why Nik hadn’t allowed Stefan to come with them as they ran, but she supposed that she didn’t know what had happened, where Nik had gone, how he’d escaped Mikael, because she had been in her coffin, by then. Rebekah didn’t go around needlessly slaughtering entire villages, although she had done that in the past, because she had outgrown the desire for that (even if she wasn’t sure that her brother had, sometimes), but she wasn’t afraid to kill, either. She didn’t need to feed as frequently as a young vampire, but she still needed to feed, and there was no way that she was going to try that bottled thing masquerading as blood. When she ate, she liked it fresh from the vein, but even then, she didn’t necessarily have to kill the person, merely compel them to forget who she was; it all depended on her mood at the time, how hungry she was, how ruthless she felt like being. But she didn’t feel bad about it; she had a conscience, certainly, but it didn’t extend to feeling bad about having to feed. That was something she had dealt with a long time ago; she was what she was. And if somebody tried to kill her, particularly if it was more than some human thinking that they could just go out and hunt vampires, with her just happening to be the one they came across, she’d stop them. She didn’t take kindly to being hunted, especially not if they were specifically after her. She wasn’t afraid of them, though, not if they were human; they could hurt her, yes, but few people knew about the dagger, and only Mikael knew how to kill her for good.
But the fact that she was so difficult to kill was why Rebekah tended not to worry when she went out and about. For one, it was daylight, and the majority of humans seemed to still be under the assumption that vampires only roamed about at night, or at least lurked in the shadows, rather than walking around looking like any other twenty-something in New York would, and for the other, she could fight. Underestimating her because she was young and pretty was going to be a terrible idea, ultimately. She’d be alive, and they’d be dead; it was just a fact. She wasn’t perfect, she wasn’t infallible, but she was stronger, and harder to kill, than any other kind of vampire out there. “As do I,” she agreed, because they would most certainly be hearing from her, if they did not make themselves known soon; she had a meeting, she had an arrangement, and they were supposed to be there. People didn’t just skip town, not when they were dealing with an Original; Rebekah’s temper was fierce, and it was always going to be best not to anger her, wherever possible. She did not like to be angered, to be left in the lurch when she required something and an agreement had been reached. Her contact was not going to be very happy when she got a hold of him. “I’ll give them five more minutes.” Enough time to see, and enough time to try and figure out this guy; there was something about him, and he wasn’t lying to her directly, but all the same, Rebekah was relatively certain that he was not who he said he was. She wanted to know more.
WHAT DAY IS IT? AND IN WHAT MONTH? THIS CLOCK NEVER SEEMED SO ALIVE. i can't keep up and i can't back down, i've been losing so much time. ALL OF THE THINGS THAT I WANT TO SAY JUST AREN'T COMING OUT RIGHT. I'M TRIPPING ON WORDS. you've got my head spinning. i don't know where to go from here. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Every creature had its myth and lore surrounding it. Sometimes he would end up skimming through dozens of books before he found the right answer or the correct lore to one specific son of a bitch. There was a lot of false information out there. He had to weed through all of the misinformation all of the time. With vampires, it started to get harder when more species were introduced than he had first heard of. It was more to keep in mind and to remember. He had to recall their weaknesses, their strengths and anything else surrounding it. Though most had quite a few similarities that made his life a little easier. It wasn’t so hard that each had such a stark different way of killing it. Stakes and beheadings were hard to go wrong by. Even Dean had gone into a hunt before without all of the correct information, unknowingly. There had been times he made a mistake or he tried one method and found in the heat of the fight that it didn’t work at all and had to improvise to find a way out of that situation. He wasn’t at all infallible and even a good hunter could be confused by all of the information out there. As long as at the end of the day, whatever he was hunting ended up dead, he wasn’t going to complain too heatedly. Usually, the right information was there, it was just a matter of finding it. It wasn’t always the easiest thing to determine. But, it was better than nothing at all. Dean might not have liked research, but he would much rather research and have a fighting chance than to go in without any idea about what he was doing. Actually, that was a sure fire way to die.
Being unprepared was suicidal. Dean could be reckless; in fact, he was often enough. But, that didn’t mean that he had absolutely no preparation or hadn’t been doing it long enough that he had a chance at living. Sometimes, it was pure luck that kept him alive if he was going to go in guns blazing without any thought beforehand. Usually, he had a plan or some idea bouncing around in his head to help him through. He was good at thinking fast and on his feet. In this case, he wasn’t too sure how he was going to manage to get her alone enough to stake her, but he’d figure it out. And since he was sure she was a vampire, he figured the stake would work just fine. It would kill her and that would be the end of it. He didn’t think he was underestimating her. Dean knew there was a chance that she could put up a fight, but most of the vampires that he went up against weren’t ones that he worried were going to fight him for the last time. And all of the thoughts he had on staking her only proved that he knew nothing about the creature sitting there. He didn’t know her age, her strength or that the stake tucked away in his jacket wouldn’t kill her the way that he hoped it would. It was always possible to be in over his head before he realised it. Most of the time, he knew when he was in too deep. It was obvious and even if he didn’t say anything about it, he could tell. Dean’s smug attitude usually drew away from the fact that he could get worried or nervous about what he was doing. He knew how to feel doubt, but that didn’t mean he had to show it.
Dean loathed that he had to worry about vampires during the day. It was bad enough to have to be concerned at night, let alone to worry that there were some with the ability to walk around in the sun. It was also convenient, however, that there was a ring that made it obvious enough to tell when he ran into them. And since this wasn’t a normal happening, he was sure that not many had a ring like that. It was more comforting than to think of an entire species of vampires being able to walk around in the sun. “That’s merciful of you,” He added, semi-jokingly. He wasn’t trying to give any clue as to what he was or what he planned on doing with her. For all appearances, he stayed casual. It wasn’t as if he had never started a random conversation with a woman before; even at a diner. So, that was natural ground for him. But, knowing what he planned wasn’t at all normal and he was sure she wouldn’t be too pleased with it. Not that he cared what she wanted. “I’m Dean, by the way.” Since he hadn’t introduced himself yet, he figured it was about time. He wasn’t sure what she planned to do when her five minutes was up, but Dean had no intention of not doing anything about the problem. And to have a vampire wandering around like that was a problem. He didn’t trust her in the least bit. He was a hunter and trusting vampires was one of the stupidest things anyone could do, especially someone who killed them on a regular basis. He might not have gone into that diner to be in hunting mode, but he adopted it fast.
Rebekah was far from stupid; she knew that there were hunters out there, and she knew, too, that if they were even vaguely decent, they would have been spending a lot more time doing their jobs, ever since the vampires had made themselves known. It wasn’t a strategy that she and Nik had ever considered, particularly, the idea that alerting the public to their presence could help them; they didn’t have to worry about lynch mobs, of course, other than the inconvenience, but she, at least, had always thought that aside from hysterical people that she didn’t want to have to deal with, it was far more likely to make Mikael hotter on their trail than ever. There were always communities of people who loved vampires that could be found, people who worshipped her and her brother, practically, and a social group could always be compelled to comply, if necessary, but being out in the open, completely, was something new. It was one more thing about this world that was different to the way that Rebekah had left it, and it had certainly been a surprising discovery. Not, of course, that any of the vampires were being entirely open, they were all keeping their secrets, the different varieties of them, and none more than the Originals – well, her and Nik, since they were now the only two left, Mikael aside, and she did not want to even think about him. Her entire existence surrounded around the need for secrecy, for surprise, for being something from a legend. If you had the right books, the right journals, there would be talk of her, of her family. Vampire hunters had a legacy, if you were one who had been born to a hunter before you, a whole line of them – and they were people that she wanted to avoid. Not that she minded killing them, because she didn’t, but because it was inconvenient to have to do so. She had more important things to do than pick them off like flies.
And the problem with hunters was that where you killed one, more seemed to spring up; it was frustrating and they were a real problem, a lot of the time. They might not be able to kill Rebekah – that wasn’t what she was worried about – but it wasn’t as though she actually wanted to get hurt, either, and as quiet a life she could lead, the better, as far as she was concerned. They didn’t want to draw undue attention to themselves, and okay, so she wasn’t wholly concerned with that, given that she was more than willing to walk straight into a department store and demand that she be brought things, but at the same time, that was entirely different to attracting the attention of people who wanted to kill her. Eventually, after enough tries, they would realise what she was, exactly, and they’d start talking, and eventually they’d come across someone who knew about the dagger, or how to kill her permanently. Maybe one of them would discover Mikael. That was not what she wanted, in the slightest – it was the furthest thing from what she wanted. They could go out and kill other vampires all they liked, Rebekah didn’t care about that, but she didn’t want to be some hunter’s target herself. She wanted to stay away from Mikael, and she wanted her necklace back, even if she had to go to Chicago herself to try and find it. It was her necklace, and she’d not taken it off in centuries; her hand came to her neck to fiddle with it automatically, and she missed it when it wasn’t there. She needed it back, and not just because Nik needed it, either. And, right now, she wanted the person she was waiting for to turn up. As great as this conversation was, Rebekah was getting impatient – and that was not a good thing to make her.
“It’s a good day,” she replied, sounding for all the world like she was joking. She wasn’t; she’d killed people for less. She probably wouldn’t bother if she never saw this contact again, but she didn’t appreciate having her time wasted, especially not when it came to Mikael, which was the most sensitive topic there was, for her. And it wasn’t as though this was ever the sort of place that Rebekah would have come to on her own, not that she could fault the company at this present moment. Easy on the eyes, and yes, there was something not quite right about him, because she could sense that even when there wasn’t an outright lie, but Rebekah could look after herself. She was not the helpless woman people had always assumed that she was, throughout history. One look at her fangs, and they tended to change their mind on that point. She couldn’t blame them; Rebekah knew how dangerous she could be. They were right to still be afraid of vampires, rather than having been lulled into a full sense of security by the fact that the ones on the television were claiming to be friendly. It didn’t work that way; they were monsters. “Rebekah,” she greeted with a smile. “What is it that you do, Dean?”
WHAT DAY IS IT? AND IN WHAT MONTH? THIS CLOCK NEVER SEEMED SO ALIVE. i can't keep up and i can't back down, i've been losing so much time. ALL OF THE THINGS THAT I WANT TO SAY JUST AREN'T COMING OUT RIGHT. I'M TRIPPING ON WORDS. you've got my head spinning. i don't know where to go from here. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
If there were vampires out there that honestly believed hunters would ever back off, they were stupid. They might be able to fool regular people with no interest or background in hunting, but the same couldn’t be said of the people who made it their life to kill creatures and to protect humans. Vampires might be illegal to kill, but it wouldn’t stop hunters from coming after them. Dean might not have been focussed in on vampires alone, but they were on his mind an awful lot since they came out. Once they revealed themselves to the world, it was a little difficult not to notice or to hunt more regularly. It seemed that he ran into more now and he ever had before. But, at the same time, he was killing more, because that was how it worked. He killed vampires and saved lives. At least hunters were never going to forget that they were monsters. And knowing some of the black and white viewpoints of fellow hunters, Dean knew that the majority would never back off. Hell, they were willing to kill things that Dean wouldn’t go after, so to say that hunters wouldn’t keep hunting vampires was ridiculous. If hunters could attack people that Dean still considered people, then they weren’t going to shy back from fanged monsters like vampires. It just wouldn’t be happening. It was comforting thought that there would always be people out there to fight it. It didn’t help that there were also people who embraced vampires. He hoped that it would change, eventually, that people would see the error in that and remedy it. He didn’t know how they could now or what would happen when they stopped being blind to vampires being monsters. He just hoped that they didn’t continue to integrate and become a part of a society that they never should have been a part of.
He didn’t want to see his world as a mixture of supernatural and human. Humans were supposed to run the show and that’s what they did. Vampires had no place in it, except for being tossed back into their overdue graves. If only they didn’t seem to keep appearing. No matter how many vampires that Dean killed, there were always more to contend with. It didn’t help that it didn’t take much for them to make a vampire out of a human, so there was always a constant supply of new vampires. And while the newer ones were easier to kill, it didn’t stop there from being more each and every night. Dean didn’t know how that could be cut off. Though, he thought that it should have been more difficult now that people knew. They could have found better ways to protect themselves. And in his contempt, he couldn’t help but imagine that some of the newer vampires had probably asked for it. There was too much romanticising and if they didn’t ask for it, they got too close to a vampire and that’s exactly what happened. Being close to a vampire didn’t make you open minded, it made you dead. Hell, if someone wanted to die thinking they were open-minded maybe he shouldn’t care half as much, but that wasn’t how he worked. Even if some of the people he helped put themselves into a bad situation, it didn’t change that he wanted to help them. They were still worth saving. He might be annoyed with them and there was a good chance they’d hear from him how stupid of a move they made was, but it wasn’t like he’d let someone die for being an idiot.
Dean nodded, giving a chuckle that sounded completely genuine for the conversation. He didn’t sound at all like someone who was sitting there trying to plot out how he could kill her without rousing attention or screwing up. He was good at playing that part. Dean never had an issue with lying, except in regards to his own family and the people that he cared enough about to make it hard. When he was hunting, the lies came smoothly, as if he hardly had to think about them. It was rare that he was caught in a lie. He didn’t usually mess up or have to spend his time trying to messily lie over another lie. Dean had been lying most of his life when it came to the job, so it wasn’t anything new. “Nice to meet you,” he smiled. Not really. But, he supposed better him than someone who might not know how to handle the situation. “I’m a mechanic.” He lied effortlessly, without a break. It wasn’t the first or last time he’d be lying about his occupation or about himself in general. Lying was all a part of the job. “What about you?” He asked, all the while still trying to strategise a way to get out of the diner with her and out of the way enough to do what he had to. Broad daylight and people being around made it complicated, but Dean also wasn’t the type to just walk away from something like this. If there was a monster, he’d kill it, regardless of how ready he was. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how. Of course, he couldn’t have known quite what he was dealing with or that the normal methods to kill her weren’t going to work.
Rebekah knew what she was; she knew that she was a monster. She hadn’t always been that way. Once upon a time, she had been a human girl, just like anybody else. She had cared about her siblings, and catching the eye of some boy in the village without her father noticing. She had cared about discovering what it was like when a werewolf turned, and making her clothes, and the talismans of the witch. She had had normal, human worries, and yes, they weren’t things that would even register on the radar of human girls now, but they had been appropriate for the time. She’d been like any other girl growing up in that era...and then she had been turned into a vampire, forced to drink blood, forced to bury her mother, left with her older brothers to try and survive in the new world – and it had been new, because none of them had ever felt like that before. Everything had been different, brighter, stronger, and it had taken a while before they’d found a witch to help them walk in the day. It had taken a while before they had realised the extent of their newfound abilities. And the more that she killed, the less human she felt; Rebekah knew that she was a monster, but she didn’t deserve to die. She didn’t go around mindlessly slaughtering (anymore), she certainly wasn’t doing that here in this city, because she liked it here. New York; she had dreamed of coming here. All the stores, all the places, all the people; Rebekah liked her life, she liked being alive, and she was hardly going to go out and jeopardise that. She wasn’t afraid of hunters, she knew that she could stop them, that she couldn’t be killed by the methods that they tried, but even so...it was better that they didn’t try. She didn’t like being hurt, and then she’d end up hurting them.
She had passed the stage of killing for the sake of killing centuries ago; there had been a time when it had been fun to exert her power over a town and just rampage, but Rebekah was a lot more elegant than that, really. She had to be to ensure her survival, and yes, she killed, she had nothing against torture, but she did it when she wanted something, when someone was withholding things from her. She wanted her information, or her items, or whatever it was that she had bargained for, and if she didn’t get it, then she got mad, just as she got mad if people tried to destroy what was left of her family – Nik – or ruin her fun. Of course she liked to have fun, and she was still discovering how that happened now, in this century, because the parties that she had so enjoyed in the twenties seemed to be long over, but Rebekah wasn’t just going to go around snatching people from their homes to kill them. Not unless they had crossed her in some way, at any rate, in which case they deserved it. The hunters out there had no need to worry about her...well, they did, but they had more cause to worry about her brother and his hybrids, really. She doubted that they knew of them, but Rebekah was well aware that they were going to be the threat, now, not her. She was just an observer, and she just wanted to live her life, free of stakes through her heart, because that was always extremely painful to go through, and then she wouldn’t be able to wear that item of clothing again, and she really liked the clothes that she had picked out. It had taken her a while to get used to the fashions of this era, but it was nice. She’d worn trousers when it hadn’t been acceptable. Now she would wear short dresses and shorts and low cut shirts.
He was lying to her. Rebekah pursed her lips; he was lying to her, and he hadn’t even told her his occupation yet. If there was ever more confirmation needed that he was a hunter, it was the fact that he wouldn’t tell her what he did for a living. Of course, he would have no idea that she knew he was a liar, but Rebekah’s sixth sense hadn’t failed her yet, and she doubted that it ever would. It was as much a part of her as anything else was, and she smiled as he told her that he was a mechanic, but this time, it was less warm, far more sarcastic. She looked him over scathingly and got to her feet; if he really was a hunter, she fully expected him to follow her, but that didn’t mean that Rebekah was going to stay here. She wanted to know how he knew what she was, of course, but she was far more interested in avoiding a fight if possible. She didn’t want that to happen; Rebekah liked her life as it was. She liked not having to deal with over-zealous hunters. “I tell when people are lying,” she replied – which was true, albeit not her occupation – sweeping out the door and into the daylight.
WHAT DAY IS IT? AND IN WHAT MONTH? THIS CLOCK NEVER SEEMED SO ALIVE. i can't keep up and i can't back down, i've been losing so much time. ALL OF THE THINGS THAT I WANT TO SAY JUST AREN'T COMING OUT RIGHT. I'M TRIPPING ON WORDS. you've got my head spinning. i don't know where to go from here. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
A hunter was what Dean had always been and it wasn’t something that was going to disappear either. Even when he was struggling to adapt to a normal life, his mind still swam with rock salt and devil’s traps. The hunter was still there and while vampires came out and revealed themselves, it struggled harder to get out. His instincts and his life were a part of him. It wasn’t something that he could just cut off. No matter how bad the world got or how much he lost, at the end of the day, he was a hunter. Even at its lowest point, it still made sense. And vampires were always going to be on the list of creatures that he killed. It didn’t matter how integrated they acted or how many people they fooled with their synthetic blood. They were monsters and kidding themselves if they thought any different. No hunter that was worth a damn was going to say that vampires weren’t a threat; that they weren’t as evil. In fact, most hunters wouldn’t have even let a vampire like Lenore go, the way that Dean and Sam had. All vampires went under the same umbrella; they were supposed to be killed. Now, he knew that there was a small percentage, less than one, he was sure, that had some kind of control. But, that was never enough to judge an entire species by nor was it enough for him to trust it if a vampire told him that they weren’t as evil as he presumed. He needed solid proof, because otherwise he was being soft on a creature that was going to kill innocent people. And the thought of people dying because he didn’t pull the trigger (or in this case, shove a stake through its heart) wasn’t one that he wanted to entertain.
Dean had a job to do. Even if it was illegal and there were people who vehemently disagreed with the killing of vampires, Dean did what he had to. No one deserved to be used as a blood bag for some son of a bitch monster. And as far as he was concerned, that was exactly what vampires would do if they had the chance. He doubted that the majority really wanted to be a part of the human world as much as they wanted control over it. They would pull people in and lure them into false security. It was dangerous and Dean would fight it as long as he could. He didn’t care if he risked arrest by killing them. He had always risked getting his ass thrown in jail because of hunting. He had to break a lot of laws to be able to do his job. Though, none of them had actually involved the killing of a creature. That felt more insulting somehow, but he dealt with it and it wasn’t going to stop him from doing what he had to do. Vampires had to die. It was as simple as that. And while he usually thought it a little comforting that people were at least safe during the day, he knew it wasn’t quite true. Not when there were some vampires that had the ability to walk out in the sun. He happened to be sitting right next to one. Of course, he didn’t plan to just sit there and hold up a conversation forever. In fact, he hoped that she decided to leave soon, just so he could get his hands on a stake and finish her off where no one was looking. He couldn’t do it in public, but he could follow her if he had to.
What he didn’t expect was for her to see right through his lie. It wasn’t a bad one. Dean wasn’t a bad liar and he knew that most people wouldn’t question it if he said he was a mechanic or something just as simple and completely normal. But she saw through it and a part of him didn’t mind that she had. It would get them closer to the truth of why he decided to talk to her to begin with. He didn’t answer right away; in fact, all he did was slide off his stool to follow her out the door. “You win,” he began as he followed her out into the light. “I’m not a mechanic.” He didn’t mind dropping it out here. He could wind this around to get into control, he thought. “And you’re not a human.” Dean was positive of it. And in the way she left, it sort of sealed it in for him somehow. He wasn’t wrong about the ring. Even in the presence of a creature that was obviously dangerous, Dean didn’t give even the smallest impression of being worried. He was confident, sure of himself, and in this case, it wasn’t a plastered on bravado. He had taken out more than his fair share of vampires. They didn’t scare him. Not unless he was stuck in a large mix of them and didn’t have anything to defend himself. Which, was a situation that he made damn sure not to find himself in. Because, he might have been a good hunter, but even he had human limits. The biggest problem he could foresee in this case was that it was middle of the day and he couldn’t just kill her out in the middle of public. But, getting her alone couldn’t be too difficult.
Rebekah had always been able to tell when people were lying. Even as a human, it had been something that she’d been able to do; she’d had good instincts, when it came down to it, and she didn’t know if it had been anything more than that until she’d become a vampire, but now it was practically flawless. It was impossible to explain how she could tell, just that she could, and she had yet to be proven wrong on that front, just as she always trusted her own instincts – even Nik deferred to her sometimes when it came to things like that, because what she thought of a situation tended to be right. She didn’t know why it was possible for her to tell, only that it was, and Rebekah liked it; it certainly made things easier when it came to knowing who to trust, didn’t it? Far more difficult to be stabbed in the back if you knew that somebody was lying to you, and Rebekah would kill anybody who tried to play her, so that was probably best for them, really. She couldn’t stand liars, and maybe that was simply because she knew that they were lying to her, rather than remaining in ignorance about it, like everybody else in this world, but the last thing that she wanted was for people to do something other than tell her the truth. She liked getting her own way, to the point of being selfish, Rebekah knew that, and and that included knowing everything that she could; that didn’t mean that the truth was always what she wanted to hear, because it could be extremely painful and disconcerting, sometimes – the old adage about the truth hurting was certainly a fact – but that was still better than being lied to. She didn’t want that; it meant that people were hiding from her, ultimately, it meant that they were finding a way to one-up her, and that just didn’t happen.
Rebekah got her way. That was the end of it. The only person she actually listened to when it came to not doing what she wanted was Nik, and even then it was likely to be with as much of a fuss as she could possibly make. She argued with Nik a lot; she didn’t often win, because he was her big brother and he was absolutely in charge, but that didn’t stop her temper from flaring up, not did it stop her from trying to get her own way. She was always very precise about what she wanted, and not getting it pissed her off no end; it made her irritable, it made her snappy, and it made her far more likely to snap someone’s neck, which she didn’t actually want to do a lot of the time. Humans were a waste of space, aside from the food aspect. She didn’t think highly of them at all, and most of the time, they were barely worth her attention. They could be a good distraction at a party, but Rebekah didn’t really think about them all that much one way or another. But killing them drew attention, and while she was never going to hide what she was, she was also not going to go out of her way to kill every person she came across, either. She was over a thousand years old; she had more control than that. She fed when she wanted to – and didn’t always kill the people she fed from either. Rebekah was a monster, she was well aware of that fact, but she had more class than a lot of the new things out there. They were wild, hungry, starving for blood, and they were getting killed because they were leaving bodies everywhere, instead of being subtle about it. Oh, she missed the days of carnage, sometimes. Rebekah couldn’t be killed, sure, but that didn’t mean that she wanted hunters to try.
She was, however, certain that this guy was a hunter, which meant that he was going to try to kill her, and she’d have to fight, and because she was already in a bad mood at being stood up, that did not make Rebekah a happy woman in the slightest. Vampires should always have been feared. A vampire in a bad mood should have been feared even more. And yet here he was, lying to her, following her...did he have no sense? She assumed that he knew what she was, hence his questions, hence the following. Bloody hunters. “I know exactly what you are.” There were no surprised here, and not an ounce of fear showed, simply because she wasn’t afraid; he couldn’t kill her. He could shove a stake through her heart and it wouldn’t kill her, merely incapacitate her for a little while—and then she would want revenge. “No,” she said, her smile almost predatory as she continued to walk down the street, aware that he was following her, but also making no attempt to make it easy for him to keep up. “I’m not. You would be wise to leave now.”
WHAT DAY IS IT? AND IN WHAT MONTH? THIS CLOCK NEVER SEEMED SO ALIVE. i can't keep up and i can't back down, i've been losing so much time. ALL OF THE THINGS THAT I WANT TO SAY JUST AREN'T COMING OUT RIGHT. I'M TRIPPING ON WORDS. you've got my head spinning. i don't know where to go from here. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Lying came as second nature to Dean. As a kid, he learned how to lie to people, to cover up the truth about what was out there and what his family did. He hid that the supernatural existed and that his dad was a hunter and as he grew up, he hid that he was one and still what was out there. There was rarely even a pause when someone asked a name and he had to lie. He could throw a fake occupation in the air without blinking and he came up with stories off the top of his head if he had to. The only people he couldn’t lie to were family. Now, if he really had to, he could, but it was never easy. It was easier to see through him and he hated that he had to if it happened. Because, there was no way that he ever appreciated lying either. He didn’t expect everyone to tell him the truth, but he did expect that his family and the people closest to him weren’t going to violate his trust. When it came to Dean and trust, he had a hard time letting go once it was broken. Even if the betrayal had a reason and it wasn’t that bad, it cut in and was hard for him not to hold a grudge. Dean wasn’t the most trusting guy out there. He had a lot of issues when it came to having faith in just anyone and when they broke that, it damaged the relationship for a long time. Dean struggled with repairing lost trust and to forgive could be just as difficult. Eventually, it could be done. But, Dean had a way of closing up when he felt betrayed. And his stubbornness didn’t help the situation.
While he was surprised when Rebekah managed to see through his lie, he didn’t care either, because now he had the opportunity he was looking for. He wouldn’t have left until she did anyway. Before she realised he was lying, he had been planning on how he was going to get out of there with her so that he could thrust a stake into her heart. In the end, he thought he would follow her out whenever she decided to leave. He would follow her far enough that he could make his move. And really, at this point she was making it easier for him to go after her. He didn’t fear that he was making a mistake, not because she was stronger than he was or that it wasn’t wise to go vampire killing in the middle of the day. Monsters were stronger than humans. That was how it had always been. He had faced off against creatures that could have killed him with a snap of their fingers, practically. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t known strength pinned against him. And there were a lot of times where he probably shouldn’t have gotten out alive. Dean had a habit of surviving instances that would kill most. Vampires didn’t scare him. He was convinced that they should be scary to most people, because not everyone was a hunter. But, he didn’t fear them. He was wary and careful and when it came to vampires having power in society, he did fear that. He feared what they would do with that kind of power and what it would say for humans when they showed their true colours. At the same time, he wasn’t going to show any amount of hesitance, because he didn’t have any in this case. He wanted to be careful to keep himself alive, but he wasn’t afraid of her.
As he followed her, he didn’t feel any fear creeping up on him. Though, even if he had, he wouldn’t have shown it. Dean was good at keeping fear under wraps. His personality allowed his attitude to get the best of him when he was nervous or worried. With her, there was nothing but that smug air about him. It had turned from casual and friendly now that he was done pretending to just want a chat with a random woman in a diner. “Congrats, did you want a prize?” He asked, sarcasm laced in his voice when she said she knew what he was. If she did, then that was just fine. There didn’t need to be anymore pretending. Although now, he supposed there wasn’t going to be surprise on his side. He walked fast after her, doing his best to keep up in order to follow her. The other problem with vampires was their speed. He didn’t have any sort of superhuman powers. He might be fast, because he trained to be fast, but he wasn’t anything above what a human was capable of. “Too bad I don’t always do the wise thing. Though, you’d probably be wise to get worried.” Dean planned to kill her. At the very least he was going to try to kill her. It was easier said than done. He didn’t know how much strength she had. Just that she was a vampire. Her age and her abilities were beyond him. He couldn’t tell that by the ring on her finger. All that he had been able to tell through that was that she had to be a vampire. And now, he had his confirmation and he wasn’t about to give it up.
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