Rebekah Mikaelson (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} buffythevampire) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} portland_logs, |
Over the past two and a half weeks, Rebekah had barely had a moment to herself. Helping Santana through her transition had taken every bit of her energy, most notably during the strangely out of character snowstorm Portland had endured in the last week. Quinn had been forced to remain in their home, and Santana's blood lust had turned her on the blonde girl more times than Rebekah would have liked. She couldn't even count the number of times she had been forced to rip Santana from Quinn's throat or the number of times she'd seen Quinn terrified, cowering away from the girl she loved as if she was a terrifying monster. Truth be told, she was. She was no longer the ultimately harmless human with a razor-sharp wit and a talent for taking people down a notch. A part of her was a bloodthirsty, uncontrolled monster.
Deep down inside though, she was still the person Rebekah had come to care for and the person all of her friends were so concerned about. Rebekah did everything she could to keep Santana grounded. Every time she'd slip, she would force her to drink from blood bags. She had done everything she could to keep her away from Quinn, but time and again, she would find her and drink from her. She'd tried to explain to Rebekah before that Quinn's blood seemed different, and it hadn't taken Rebekah long to pick up on what she was saying. She had never tasted Quinn's blood herself, but the scent of it lingered in the air when Santana drank from her, and she was right. There was something different, something indescribable that even Rebekah and Elijah, with their years and years of experience, couldn't fully identify.
When the snowstorm ended, she had finally been forced to move Santana elsewhere and send Quinn on her way. Niklaus had graciously (and a bit strangely) offered Rebekah and Santana a room each in his home, an offer she had accepted, albeit reluctantly. Rebekah loved her brother wholeheartedly, but she had a very difficult time trusting him. Time and time again, he had let her down and proved what a monster he was. He acted so persecuted when he did something awful, as if what he was had been forced on him. But, in Rebekah's experience, he did little to change, little to refute claims that he was a horrible monster. During his time in Portland, however, they had been becoming reacquainted, little by little, and Rebekah had decided to take a chance, despite both Stefan and Elijah's doubts and warnings. Nik could help, couldn't he? His ways were a bit more barbaric, but he could certainly help control a newly awakened vampire. Of course, Santana had been under his care not half an hour and she had gone off and fed on someone else. Her other girlfriend, another blonde named Dani. She had apparently stopped short of killing the girl and accidentally wiped her memory of the incident before hiding out in the office at the Teardrop Lounge. Rebekah had thrown a fit over it and threatened to leave, but she knew, ultimately, staying with Niklaus was the best option. She clearly could not handle Santana on her own.