WHO: Rebekah and Kol WHAT: Ragey emo feels. WHEN: Right now! WHERE: Around! Who knows?! RATING: TBD, but it's two feelsy Originals. STATUS: In Progress
Her husband had gone storming out. Rebekah had watched him leave, part of her wanting to go after him and beg for his forgiveness, but her stubbornness, her pride and her hurt stopped her. Memories of the Cage, of that Circle, the betrayal of seeing him go back to her so many times, it all came back, fighting its way free from the little box in her mind where she had locked it all away. Pushing it down, refusing to deal with it. Not talking about it, not ever. It was too much, too raw. Far better to file it away and pretend it never happened.
She was also starving. It had been days since she had even tried to feed, and the hunger gnawed at her insides. It was with a growl of frustration that she wrenched open the fridge and tore at the bloodbag. But her attempt to drink ended the same way as all the others. A mouthful, then another, before she began to choke, her throat closing up before she reached over the sink and spat it all out. The rest of the bag she threw against the wall in a fury, watching the way the blood hit the tiles and began to drip down, staining the white with the red.
Kol accepting her invitation to go out was the first sign of relief she had felt all day. She knew, she really did, that meeting up with him would either calm them both down or their rages would feed on each other, making them both worse. But really? She didn't care. Rebekah could not handle Nik's patronizing or mockery, or Lexi's judgement, or the guilt of what she had said to Stefan. And she wanted to focus on Kol, to cling on to him and never let him go, just in case he was taken from her again.
It didn't take her long to reach the edge of the Mikaelson Manor, sending him a text to let him know she was there. She stood by a tree, jittery and fidgeting, eyes glancing this way and that in case anyone else showed up first. She only wanted Kol.