Rebekah (anoriginal) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2014-11-17 18:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | niklaus mikaelson, rebekah mikaelson |
Who: Rebekah and Niklaus Mikaelson
What: Rebekah turns into her costume
When: Halloween, Oct 31
Where: Rebekah's house
Rating: PG-13 - Someone goes vamp and talks of blood and daggering
Status: Complete
Nik’s Halloween took two unexpected turns. First, it had been planned without his consent (although that part hadn’t bothered him; it was really more amusing than anything) by a certain blonde that was actually not his sister. Second, the same person that had made him plans had also ditched him at a restaurant with the bill due to an emergency. It was well after 6pm, and now that he was left to his own devices, he stopped by his second home.
“Bekah, open up,” he called, his knuckles hitting the door. “Rumor has it strange things are going on. Wanted to make sure you were alright.”
Her costume was fairly simple because she decided to try and be her vampire self in the dreams. She had loved the dreams about them being Vikings and decide to go with that version and even went out to buy fake fangs. It was kind of silly, but she wanted to experience a bit of this side of herself. Stefan had gone to drop Natalia off with her grandparents so they could go trick-or-treating and the adults could have some fun.
She heard a knock at the door and she had just been starting to feel a little strange. She chalked it up to maybe getting a cold from someone at work, so she shrugged it off as she went to answer the door. To her surprise it was Nik on the other side and she flashed him a fangy smile, “Heyya. what kind of strange things? Come on in.”
Seeing her dressed up the way she was felt uncomfortably surreal. It was one thing to see it in the dreams; another to see it in the flesh, and something about it bothered him more than it should.
Guilt carrying over, maybe.
“Vampire. How original,” Nik teased and entered, shoving his car keys into his pockets. “Strange things. People have been acting bizarre on the streets. Not just regular Halloween behavior, either.” But Rebekah looked fine, so he wasn’t as concerned now. “Natalia? Stefan? They around?”
“Don’t make fun of me. Decided I should at least get a feel for it if I’m going to end up turning into one some day,” she countered before sticking out her tongue playfully. She closed the door up behind him and grabbed a piece of chocolate from the candy bowl, “Is it the Purge or something? And both of them went off to Mom and Dad’s so they could take Nat out trick-or-treating and we could go out and party.” She ate the piece of chocolate and immediately her stomach started to cramp, “Ugh, maybe I shouldn’t eat anymore candy.”
“Right, leave some for the children.” Nik smirked, helping himself to the bowl and pulling out a mini-snickers to unwrap and indulge it. “Get sick on sweets now and you won’t have the stomach for alcohol. But no, nothing Purge-like. But knowing this place and it’s unexplained phenomenon…” He shrugged. Better to be safer than sorry. “Remind me to drop off a gift for you next time I visit, by the way.”
Her costume reminded him of the painting he drew of her - of a younger Rebekah during those old times, flowers braided into her hair.
“Ha dea ha. No, it wasn’t me being punished for eating candy. It just felt like my stomach didn’t want me to eat candy. Like, I’m not supposed to be eating candy,” she couldn’t quite explain it, but her stomach wanted to revolt the moment she swallowed her first bite. Her face was still full of concern as she listened to Nik explain, “And yeah, I’ll remind you to drop off a gift. I love gifts, so I will never say no. But what kind of things are happening? I’d like to prepare myself before leaving this place.”
“People are talking strangely over the network. Not sure if they’re simply taking their Halloween costume a little seriously.” Caroline had left in a hurry - and he knew it was an emergency - but he didn’t know exactly what kind. Something to do with Anna. Could be completely unrelated, though. Rebekah, though, seemed; he’d just have to check on the rest of the sibling line. “And perhaps you shouldn’t be eating that, then.” Nik snorted, quirking a curious eyebrow. “Throw up and you’ll still be the one cleaning up, I hope you know.”
“Hm, I don’t think I really paid attention to last Halloween on the network, but it wouldn’t surprise me if something crazy was happening. This place is insanity and I almost wish I could bring myself to move away, but I still love it here,” Rebekah commented before sighing at his attempt of corner over her eating habits. It was really strange though and she could feel a headache coming on. Maybe she just wasn’t meant to go out tonight? And she felt herself start to fall to the ground.
Nik noticed that sudden, ungraceful sway and as if instinct kicked in, he caught her milliseconds before she hit the ground and gave herself a massive knot on the head. That’d be fantastic; especially if Stefan walked in seconds later and wondered why the hell his wife had a big nasty concussion the night of Halloween. “Bekah--hey. You alright? Look at me, Rebekah.”
It took her a few moments to wake up, but when she did she was hungry. She gasped for air and felt her face tightening. She could feel the new canines in her mouth and she looked up at her brother, “What happened to me? Why am I so hungry, Niklaus?” She could hear his heartbeat and her brow furrowed as she tried to figure out what was going on and why she had the overwhelming urge to bite her brother. She quickly moved out of his arms and practically flew back so her back was against the wall in fright.
And here he thought his little sister had escaped the wonderful fuckery of this goddamn forsaken county, but Nik was quickly becoming to learn that this county had no plans of blessing them with nice things. Because he recognized those fangs, that familiar look of hunger on her face (he’d dreamt of it plenty of times now), and he knew what had just happened.
“Bekah,” Nik repeated her name, this time with a warning, and he slowly - and very cautiously - rose to stand again, hands held before him. He wasn’t terrified of her biting down on him and it’d be pointless; vervain was present in his system, thanks to no other but Caroline, but he’d still exercise with caution. His little sister could snap his neck like a twig with the flick of her finger, and Nik kept his narrowed eyes glued to her. “I think people are turning into what they’re dressed as - it should be temporary. You need to stay inside.”
“I don’t want to be like this!” She practically screamed it as she dropped to her knees. The last thing in the world she ever wanted was to become a vampire and now it was happening. She had seen how horrible it made every single member of her family and she was hoping to have escaped it this time. It didn’t help that her emotions were on overload now and she wanted to feed so badly, “I’m so hungry. I don’t want to hurt anyone. But I can’t handle this.”
"Liquor," Nik abruptly suggested, sighing. "From what I recall it helps suppress the hunger." Barely, but he'd rather have her drink whiskey than drink some innocent sap's blood. Everyone out there was a walking Happy Meal on legs, and the smell of a fresh wound would drive his sister into a bloodlusting frenzy. "I'm sure Stefan's got plenty. Why don't we have a drink together?"
“Oh…..okay…” she said a little warily. She really wasn’t sure if that was going to be to be enough. The dreams never held back from how horrible the bloodlust was and she was feeling just like her dream self when she first turned. The urge to run outside and find someone to snack on was overwhelming and she also felt that urge to go after Nik. Did she trust herself enough to go drink with him? “You...may have to bring it over to me. I don’t trust myself.”
His lips pressed into a flat line, forcing an obviously fake smile at the suggestion, because he didn’t like the idea of going too far from his sister. Vampirism gifted someone with speed he’d only felt in the dreams and anything could trigger the damn woman to getting the hell out of the house. “We’re not going anywhere, Bekah. We’ll drink here.”
Nik found himself not liking the interesting turn of tables and something inside him stirred with fear. Anger, even. It was the strangest cocktail of emotions but the one that felt out of place was jealousy. That his baby sister had turned into something that made them legendary and ridiculously powerful and here he was; the fragile human in comparison. He was practically a walking, body-temperatured blood bag.
Nik suppressed a scowl.
He grabbed the closest bottle of liquor - something strong and nasty and poured Rebekah a glass. “I’ll give Stefan a call. Finn, too.” Finn already confessed his transition and he’d rather have him deal with Rebekah than Kol.
Kol would say something pompous and irritating and Nik didn’t have the strength to snap his neck and temporarily put him out of commission like his dream counterhalf and--
What the hell am I even thinking?
His sister was terrified with what he had just turned into, and Niklaus was bitter about it?
The second glass he poured was for him.
Too bad that she could see what was going on in his face thanks to her advanced sight. Something was going on in his head and she wasn’t quite sure what was causing it. She finally took a few deep breaths to calm herself down because honestly these emotions were entirely overwhelming. It was almost like being out in the ocean and she was right on the cusp of drowning. It was time to stop being afraid of what was going on and focus on trying to act like her normal human self.
Unfortunately for Klaus that mean she sped over to where he was and stood behind him as he poured the glass of liquor, “What are you so upset about? You’re scowling. And Finn is a good idea.” She almost wanted to tell Klaus not to call Stefan, but she knew that her husband would be upset if he came home and walked in on her like this without warning. And if she could read Klaus’ thoughts she would fully agree on the Kol point. Finn was the more patient and understanding of her brothers that had turned into vampires at this point.
She picked up her glass, tilted her head back, and drained the liquid in one gulp. All while moving into a chair at the table. She needed to get this speed thing under control. The empty glass was set on the table as she watched Klaus with predatory eyes.
The sudden wind of speed had honestly jolted him - it was so abrupt that his human senses acted appropriately, well…human. Something that soured his mood further, and something that he hated to think it bothered him. Nik’s lips curled back into that full-blown scowl, no attempt at suppression this time.
“You’re moving too fast,” he answered, honesty and annoyance bundled into one statement. He downed his drink desperately and easily and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. There was a look in her eyes he didn’t like and while watching her, he called Stefan. And when it all went to voicemail, he cursed his luck and hung up. “Your husband’s unavailable at the moment. What did he dress up as, exactly? Did he wear a costume while dropping off Natalia?”
The entire tone of the visit took a drastic change on his behalf. He approached the house with the motive of a concerned older brother, and now it was darkened with a sense of jealousy and paranoia. His sister had become the predator and he had become the prey. An imbalance he surely didn’t like as Klaus, and one he was beginning to really hate as Nik.
“And before you think about sinking your teeth into my neck, I should warn you about the vervain.” He tapped that lovely main vein on his neck.
“Stop scowling. It reminds me too much of you in the dreams. All frowns, scowls, and daggers,” she quipped back at him as she took a long sip of her drink. When he asked about Stefan she had to think for a moment to remember if he had dressed in his costume before taking their daughter over, “No, I don’t think he had put his costume on to take her over. He was going to be a vampire as well.”
She wished that she had the power to read into his mind. There was something else bubbling under the surface besides concern for her and how she was handling this. Could it be? Was that truly jealousy she saw in his eyes? Why in the world would he be jealous about this? She never wanted to be a vampire - in the dreams and out - but then she remembered that he was king of the hill in the dreams. Maybe that’s what was causing the issues, “And good to know. Could almost be worth the pain to do it though. Joking! Totally joking.”
Don’t forget the grins of condescending sadistic glee either, Rebekah, but Nik wasn’t going to bring it up. The comments of how his expressions reminded her enough of the dreams helped sober him up from that strange and very inappropriate range of emotions, enough to where some anger drained and he was left with wary eyes.
“Well, good to know Stefan isn’t turning into anything dangerous that could harm Natalia.” There was at least that, otherwise things would have drastically turned for the worst. His comment earned a snort and a roll of his eyes and Nik nudged the bottle over to her more - she might as well drain it to keep her somewhat full. “Very funny, sister.” Except it wasn’t funny at all and his words dripped with irritated sarcasm. “I’ll give Finn a call.” His phone lit up and he scrolled to find his contact number. “Hopefully he’s not stuck in some sort of character form and can supply us with some blood bags. Wouldn’t want you to starve now, would we?”
“You wouldn’t like me if I starved,” she commented sarcastically. She knew that if she starved she would get incredibly desperate and bad things would start to happen. So the faster they got her fed the better. Maybe it would wear off in a few hours or something, right? She had no idea what was going to happen with this, but thinking about it only made her want to drink more. She grabbed the bottle and took a long pull from it before putting it back on the table, “You should just dagger me until this is over.”
Dagger her? She went there, not him. The joke was so distasteful it was almost hilarious, and Nik didn’t know if he should shoot her a glare or kind of...laugh it off. Because that’s certainly what he did in the dreams to any of his siblings if they so looked at him wrong. But he was also kind of sensitive about it because his dream-self was a raging dickhead to his family when he couldn’t imagine doing anything to hurt them here.
Except here, they weren’t a viking family turned into vampires that lived throughout a thousand years. Live that long with your siblings and you're bound to want to kill each other eventually. Perfectly natural reaction, right?
Hah. No.
“All joking aside, it wouldn’t actually be a horrible idea until all this all blows over. Got a dagger you’re hiding from me, little sister?” Nik decided to finally smirk about it and hold the phone to his ear. “Just pretend it’s college again and keep drinking, Rebekah.”