Characters: Rebekah Mikaelson & Stefan Salvatore Setting: Rebekah's out and about at the Ilikai Bar & Grill Summary: Rebekah is having a drink and trying some tasty local food. Status: Closed; Incomplete Rating: Low
With the impending move to the large house shared with her siblings, Rebekah took her long awaited trip to the Ilikai Bar & Grill. She'd been meaning to eat there since a bit after her arrival, but with the arrival of numerous baddies and others from her world the bar had slipped her mind. It was only following the announcement that they would be moving in tomorrow Rebekah was reminded of her intentions to visit the conjoined, lobby bar. Rumors had it as top-notch, delicious, and a good combination of Hawaiian and American Cuisine. Knowing she could enjoy food for substance and taste made the prospect much more tempting to the witch and she departed for the bar around 7. Seated with a good view of the beach, Rebekah ordered a fruity cocktail of some kind and, taking a risk, requested whatever the waiter thought best on the menu for herself.
As she sipped her sweet drink, a sea-salted breeze ruffled her dark hair. Rebekah would never take feeling the wind on her skin, throw her hair, for granted again. To be able to feel temperature change, the sun on her face, or the sudden shift when she entered the air conditioned lobby and found herself shivering from the abrupt coolness. Food, drink, and a hot shower fell into this crucial, precious category too. Food was much improved since the last time Rebekah needed substance and drink flavorful. Both consisted of a tempting variety and Rebekah indulged in what she could. Strange for a human, she also enjoyed exercise, running on the beach, aerobics, and even weights. There was something remarkable about working for the flexibility, the strength, she'd been gifted with so easily as a vampire. Trying. The curse for so many of humanity, but oddly was appreciated by Rebekah. As was the small things: her heart beat and taking a breath.
The sight of a familiar face or familiar "hero hair" caught Rebekah's eye. It was Stefan Salvatore; a man she'd once loved and out of most of the Mystic Falls lot, liked better than most. A vampire tortured by what he was: a vampire. His lust for blood renowned to the point he was nicknamed "the ripper". So popular he was that even Klaus heard of him and held a bit of respect for him. Feeding on a human so violent as to rip their head off fell into the category of things that caught Nik's attention. Violence, blood, and gore often did that. For Rebekah, it was different; she was enchanted by the idea of falling in love and thus her heart was always open, ready to receive whatever crossed her path. In the 20's, Stefan Salvatore had been just that and for that night, he enchanted her, swept her up in romance, and what she believed love. Her father's abrupt arrival in Chicago sent her brother fleeing and Rebekah into a box; Klaus made Stefan forget her. When they met again, Rebekah was overjoyed to find Stefan there upon her awakening. Unfortunately, those feelings from so long ago were gone; Elena Gilbert's presence and her relative, Katerina Petrova, sealed Rebekah's fate. Though, the past was the past and Rebekah formed a friendship with Stefan, if not a shaky truce.
Raising a hand, Rebekah called out to him, knowing well that the face he would see was the face of a stranger to the vampire. "Stefan! Hey!" Her English accent remained, but the rest of her was gone, the face of Eva in its place. When he was closer, she smiled, unable to stop herself from teasing him. "I don't suppose you'd find any furry creatures running about in here, love," she said. "At least they wouldn't still have the fur." A quip from Damon's recent post about finding an "alternative" food source for Stefan. She thought Stefan had graduated to blood bags, but Damon claimed he continued to dig the animal variety as a source of blood. It was a poor source and left a vampire weak, but more than weakness, Stefan feared "the Ripper" rearing his ugly fangs once more. Rebekah could understand; he lacked much of the control other vampires took for granted. Though younger, Caroline possessed more control over her blood lust than Stefan who'd been around for over a hundred years.