Rebekah had noticed Clint's absence straight away but hadn't gone after him. He had served her faithfully for years and he deserved a bit of a holiday after that. But now it had been weeks and her vampires had reported back to her that he was here, with the redhead. Natasha, Rebekah thought her name was. How curious. How had she stayed so.... well preserved?
Questions for another day. The smell of one young boy caught the ancient vampire's attention. And she stood on the crest of the hill so that he could see her from a distance. Her cornsilk blonde hair blowing in the breeze as she stared at him for a moment.
"Come here," she said, her pupils getting larger for a moment compelling the young man to come forward. "Who are you?" she pressed as he approached. "And why are you out by yourself?" What silly parents would let such a young child out by himself. In another world he was old enough. Hell, in the world she grew up in he was old enough to be a husband and a father. But in this new world, life was precious and short and brutal.