The Girl who loved to easily
Orshid
"Only memories are burning now. So she turn them off as well." Rebekah, post 4x4. One-shot.
*If The Vampire Diaries was a TV Show of mine... oh, goody, It would be all about Originals.
**The picture cover for this story belongs to the lovely singingcaroline from Tumblr. Thanks to her for let me use it !
"In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry."
~ Margaret Laurence
It's like you're screaming, and no one can hear.
When she cannot help it, she remembers the place she lived, once upon a time in a far, far away era. She thinks about the smell of the trees and the sound of the waterfalls, of her brothers' sword-plays and their foolish laughs. The fire crackling and the wind screaming, her mother braiding her hair and her father looking at her sternly, tenderly. And then her vision turns dark, red and smokes and all she sees is her little brother's bloodied face, the sun burning her, the vervein burning her, the feelings burning her until she shut all of them off.
Only memories are burning now. So she turn them off as well.
It has been a thousand years that she is roaming the earth, and still, she cannot think about others happy moments to erase too. It was always about running and 'don't get attached', living through the decades and trying to catch the falling loyalty of a brother she could not stop loving. It became a motto, a mantra she used to justify everything "he is my brother and I love him, he is my brother and it is always and forever." Even her is here, while Elijah, the self-righteous one went away. She foolishly try to think that she is better than him, but she is wrong. He could not carry the guilt. He could not follow Nik in his madness, because Elijah is the best of them.
But she stayed.
"It's always been me."
And she does not want to think about love because love always mocked her. Her brother stabbed him. Alexander stabbed him. Stefan stabbed him. Damon stabbed him. Even Matt stabbed him. Whether it was with a dagger or with betrayal, sometimes with both.
And it is so unfair, so heartbreaking for her because despite all the hate, the bitterness, the pain, Rebekah loved them all, cared for them ; she loves them all.
But who is loving her now ?
There is no easy love in her heart, Rebekah thinks. And she would have scoffed if the dagger in her chest wasn't numbing her, she would have cried and screamed and killed and wiped so, maybe it is not so bad.
Maybe it is better that way.