And there it was, the same old insult that he threw at her every time, mocking her need for love. But she didn't get angry, not this time. Sure, she felt that flare of temper, just for a moment, because she was still Mikael's daughter and she had inherited that flame in her heart, but this was not the time for it. Rebekah didn't want to fight, not again.
"I know it's a weakness. I know it, but even with that.... is it so wrong to want to be loved? I don't want to be feared because I'm an Original vampire, because I could wipe out an entire town in a day without breaking a sweat. I want someone to love me. That all consuming kind of love, when they'd do anything for me, and me for them in return. Is that really so wrong of me?" There was a passion in her voice as she spoke before she paused and there was a rueful smile. "Of course, it would probably help if the next man I fall for isn't a manipulative bastard who just wants to hurt me. I know I am a foolish girl to still hope for the love, I just don't know how to let go of that dream."
That was at the heart of her desire to be human. Rebekah didn't think anyone could love her that much while she was so powerful, so deadly. If they could, if they could see her and not her strength, then she would have both in a technically non-existent heartbeat.
"Because when you're young, you don't know much better. Because the boring ones, or the over inflated egos are what they understand, not like us, with a thousand years of history. Plus, I think Tyler has good abs." Rebekah gave Nik a look, one that said she knew exactly what he was thinking about. "Of course he has all the brains and conversational skills of a brick, and I want to slap him any time he opens his mouth, but he's decorative."