Light of May ::: an original roleplay

Who: Micah and Rebekah
Where: Their home
When: Morning

Sleep was never easy. It was never deep, it was never smooth, too many faces and too many sounds, too many dreams. Only they weren't dreams, they were nightmares. Relentless, day in and day out. At the very fringes of her consciousness, the first thing Rebekah realized was how deep and smooth her sleep had been - right before startling awake by the very notion of being awake.

I'm awake, she thought, eyes opening in a flash and moving from side to side as her heartbeat accelerated when she realized she wasn't in the grey, dark room Mason had put her in. The bed was large and soft, trickles of light shone through the blinds on the window painting everything a warm shade of purple. A happy shade of purple. It had been her favorite color, once. Plum, said the little voice in the back of her mind, the one that remembered good things. Now, the light hurt her eyes, forcing her to shade them from such warm brightness.

Sitting up, Rebekah pushed her knees against her chest, uncomfortable and startled all over again. This was backwards. There were very specific steps to what she had been told to do, and somehow it felt like Rebekah had skipped a number of them. All of them. She wasn't supposed to be here.

Slowly, swallowing hard, she moved her head to the floor where she knew something horrible would be, staining the carpet and everything else forever and ever no matter how hard you scrubbed. It wasn't there anymore but she saw it anyway. She saw it, the blood. She shut her eyes and remembered the screaming, the gurgling sound of a thirsty monster gorging on the life of a little angel, responsible for the loss of a bigger one, and then a littler one before that. She hadn't apologized, she had never begged for forgiveness and the reckoning was going to be terrible. There was no forgiveness to be had, so she was just an invader. A trespasser. A monster hiding under a bed. She wanted to leave but nothing was where it had been. Flashes of someone else being her was all she could recall and things were not where she had left them because she had never really gotten into this house. That had not been her. That had been an echo, a mirage, something lost and never able to come back. Someone had walked around with her body doing things she had not been told to do, had no business attempting. A sinner had walked around pretending to be an angel and poisoned everything again. And that sinner was her.

"Why am I here, why am I here, why am I here, why am I here - no. No, no, no, no." Throwing herself on the floor, covering the place where the big mess of her brother's blood had once stained the carpet, Rebekah screamed.

Who: Rebekah and Nico
Where: A cell phone store
When: Mid-morning

Not having a phone made absolutely no sense to Rebekah. She didn't even want to begin wondering how she had managed on her trip without it, mostly because whenever she tried her head got fuzzy and eventually, it would start to ache. She had tried. At this point Rebekah could only attribute it all to a weeks long bender somewhere exotic - maybe Cabo? definitely somewhere warm. It was her type of place, and it would explain why she hadn't taken her favorite boots with her. There was no need for boots in Cabo. Not to mention, she knew how to play as hard as she worked...and she worked quite hard. Perhaps she had even lost her phone on said bender. She sure seemed to have lost everything else, given how little she had brought back. That only made sense. She hadn't checked in with work yet, assuming she had also taken a leave of absence, maybe to wait for the results of the grant she had asked for to fund her own research. At least she could distinctly remembering that having been a goal some time ago. In any case, now that she was back there was no reason not to have a phone.

So here she was, looking through the window of the store where she thought she might have had a contract already. At least it sounded more familiar than the others. Instead of talking to shop assistants Rebekah much preferred to compare specifications on leaflets, so she went in, grabbed one and moved out of the way to stand in front of a demo shelf no one was looking at at the moment.

WHO: Micah & Rebekah
WHERE: Their home
WHEN: Evening

Waving goodbye to his mother from the porch, Micah smiled as the taxi cab drove away. His mother had decided that it was time to get back to her job in California (the one that she'd quit to come live with Micah, but they didn't remember that) and Micah seemed to be doing okay. She'd give him a call when she landed back home. He would be fine house-sitting for Rebekah and going to the local high school by himself until his sister came back. He was a big boy now. Micah remembered that the house was his sister's but she'd gone away for a spell. Micah couldn't exactly remember why, but that was okay, too. School had been all right. He was a vampire. He remembered that, too. Remembered to drink his Capri Sun blood in the fridge, but he couldn't remember how he became a vampire. That was also okay. Everything was okay.

( Gather up your tears, save them in your pocket. )