Cora Hale (animosity) wrote in zombieslogs, @ 2012-11-22 11:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !tabula rasa, faith lehane, neal caffrey, rebekah mikaelson |
Who: Rebekah and Neal and later Faith
What: Rebekah confronts Neal and gets whammied with the spell before she can rip his pretty head off
Where: The projects
Warnings: Violence probably
That Gossip Girl twit was usually a source of amusement for Rebekah. She seemed harmless enough but just a nuisance enough to get the people in the prison all riled up and to key Rebekah into a few power players in the projects. She had made it a point to acquaint herself with Adam Conant, the man with the crystal skull but had yet to find the time to do so. And now Gossip Girl had made herself invaluable to Rebekah by providing information on her rat. She should have known something wasn't quite right with Neal. Nik had warned her that she warmed up to strangers too quickly, fell too hard, loved too much. Rebekah's heart was flawed in so many ways.
Which was why she got awfully cross when someone took advantage of her good graces. She could be a royal bitch when she wanted to be and at the moment, she very much wanted to be. She had to take care of Neal, to make an example of him before Nik got around to it. Because if Nik did it, then she would appear weak, hiding behind her big brother. She knew that others already thought as much about her. And Nik was going to be so very angry at her whether she took Neal to task for his transgressions or not. At least she could take it out on Neal before her brother took it out on her.
She let herself in to Neal's flat, as she often did. It was her flat as far as she was concerned. It was the one right next door to hers after all. She had put him there, offered him protection for his worthless blood. But what was worse, she hadn't just enjoyed his blood, she had enjoyed him. She had even come to care for Neal. He was no Alec but he enjoyed art and pretended to be interested in what she had to say. It was all pretend of course. She knew that now.
He was still sleeping. She found him in bed and on any other day she might have crawled in beside him and woken him up gently, this was not one of those days. Those days were over. She grabbed his ankle and jerked him out from under the covers so he landed on the floor with a thud. When he started to get up she put her foot on his bare chest and pushed him back down.
"Don't bother getting up, Neal," she said sharply. "I want you to tell me every little piece of information you fed your little mates." She increased the pressure on his chest ever so slightly so he would see that she wasn't fooling around.