Thank you very much to niteowl13 for the very nice review. If anyone has any constructive criticism I'd still like to hear it. And I'm defiantly still taking requests if you're waiting on a certain pairing or song.
Stebekah
What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do?
Rebekah kicked off her shoes and headed straight for the expensive spirits. Pulling off the top she swallowed several gulps before drawing back for breath. "How do you do it?" She asked turning to Stefan.
"It gets easier." He told sitting on the couch.
"Really?" She asked raising an eyebrow. She joined him on sofa, stretching her bare legs across his lap. "It just seems unnecessary to kill woodland creatures when we have blood banks. It's messy too." She added noticing the mood smeared on her smooth shins.
"Rebekah." He sighed. "Blood banks are for people who need it. We can easily survive without stealing from the ill. And you don't have to kill anything, once you get it under control you can take a little from several creatures instead of draining one."
"I feel like draining ten." She muttered. Animal blood just didn't satisfy her. Blood bags always tasted a little stale but it only took two or three to fill her to up. These past few weeks with Stefan had driven her crazy she'd even dropped out of school to avoid snapping and eating a lacrosse player. "What if I can't do it?" She asked looking up at her lover through thick lashes, looking for reassurance.
"It's taken me years to settle somewhere that isn't Mystic Falls; I won't have any more killing." He warned.
"I'm taking a shower." She snapped, rising to her full height. When he made no response she paused at the door. "Care to join me?" She purred over her shoulder.
"I'm going to sleep." He said walking past her.
"At least I'm trying." She grumbled under the force of the shower.
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn't take all this anymore
What would you do, do, do?
She stopped hunting with him a few days later, he showed no appreciation for her efforts to live like a moronic sparkling fairy and she'd had enough. She waited for him to come in, looking for an apology or a fight; something. She adjusted her royal blue teddy and drained another blood bag, not believing how good it tasted after two months on the bunny diet.
He came in just as she was finishing her dinner; she gazed at him with challenge in her bright eyes. "Good evening darling." She greeted sweetly. "Had a nice snack?" He knew she was being difficult on purpose, instead of rising to the bait he ignored her. "Want some?" She asked adjusting her position and holding out a back. "If I remember A was always your favourite."
"I prefer B." He deadpanned.
"Oh! B for Bambi." She giggled. "Sorry I've been such a bitch, just been unbelievably hungry."
"Rebekah," He warned. "I told you I am not leaving this town. Go somewhere else if you're not even going to try." With that he left the room.
"Stefan!" She shouted after him. He was acting like he didn't even care, and she had been trying! He didn't even notice the things she did to try and make him happy. "I'm sorry!" She blurted racing in front of him.
"I'm tired, move."
She burst into tears. "It's too hard Stefan." She threw her arms around his neck, crying harder when he didn't return her embrace. "I need you to help me, please." She clung on tightly he nails digging into his shoulders. "I've been feeding from people for a thousand years. I can't just go cold turkey without help." She wailed. Stefan finally wrapped his arms around her and she relaxed, pressing herself against him, drinking in his scent, and the comfort in his body. He kissed her head quickly before stepping back.
"I'm taking the blood bags back." He told her walking away. "A work out should get it out of your system faster."
"Will you help?" She smiled flirtatiously, grateful for waterproof mascara.
"Sure. I'll try and find some bigger animals while I'm out." He left her stood in the living room still in her sheer underwear and totally alone. She looked at her face in the mirror, red and tear stained. How had he broken her?
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
She picked up a glass vase and threw it against the wall in a rage. This was it; she'd followed him from city to city despite there being no good reason to leave Mystic Falls in the first place. Damon and Elena had taken off soon after she'd turned; the council were getting a little too competent so the only way to stay safe as a vampire was to be in with the Originals, which Damon certainly wasn't.
Rebekah had been there for Stefan when his heart was freshly broken and agreed to join his stupid tofu diet now he didn't have Lexi to keep him on the straight and narrow. She wanted to be with him but she could only change so much.
She promised she'd try to keep off human blood but she wasn't going to be as depressed and lonely as him. There were men in every corner of the earth that would want her for more than company and appreciate her more.
What if I wanted to fight
Beg for the rest of my life
What would you do?
She returned home, buzzed and happy. She'd enjoyed the attention of several men and more than enjoyed the drinks they'd bought for her. She knew she'd left at least twenty horny and unsatisfied men in her wake as she left with a kiss blown over her shoulder.
She was delighted with her replenished self-esteem until she arrived in the bedroom to find it empty. She checked her watch, she'd been out for five hours, how long could it really take to return some blood and check out the local wildlife. The second part seemed pointless anyway, if there was anything bigger than a racoon nearby they probably would have found it weeks ago.
She showered and waited for him to come in. How low she'd sunk, crying for attention then waiting for a man. She was sorting this out tonight, she'd eat his stupid bunnies and not get caught with her fangs out but she wasn't sitting in alone anymore. The whole point of going out was so that he'd go crazy worrying about her. Instead he hadn't even noticed.
She sat and waiting for another two hours before he finally came in. "Hey." He greeted before heading into the bathroom. Rebekah bit her tongue to keep from breaking into a nagging rant about where he'd been.
"I want to go home Stefan." She told him. "I've tried to make it work here but I miss Nik and cheerleading, I even miss Kol."
"When are you leaving?" He said after a pause.
"You're not coming?" She said in shock. He was distant, true, and deep down she knew he was still pining for the doppelganger but she couldn't believe he'd really rather be alone than with her.
"You know I can't go back there with the council." He explained as though speaking to a slow child.
"Do not treat me like an idiot Stefan!" She shouted throwing a brush at him.
"You're behaving like a brat." He shot back dodging her assault.
"You're horrible to me! If you don't want me here than say so!" She watched him in the mirror. Begging for him to say he wanted her. The silence stretched out between them, he wouldn't look at her.
"I don't want to be alone." He said at last. "But I'm not going back to Mystic Falls, it's important that we stay somewhere safe."
He didn't want her; if he did he would've said so.
You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for?
I'm not running from you
"If it's important to you." She agreed wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. "I've missed you so much, I don't know what I'd do if Klaus never let you remember me." She said kissing his neck.
"I was a different person then." He reminded her.
"I know." She said quietly. "But so was I." She hopped up on the sink in front of him. "I'd never nibble on bunnies in the twenties, far too much fun to be had." She managed to catch him in a kiss before he left. She smiled when he kissed back, he never rejected her but she could sense dark hair and eyes in his mind and finally she pulled back. "I love you Stefan." She said, praying he'd say it back.
"You too." He lied smoothly, pulling off his shirt. "You know if you want to go back you can, I just can't go with you. I won't keep you hear."
"I won't be leaving until you want me to." She promised. He kissed her on the cheek and climbed into bed. She breathed out relief into the dark. She wasn't going anywhere. "I'd never run from you." She whispered. She curled into his back, searching for the warmth he once showed her.
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
She'd be happy if he only noticed what she was doing for him. She was bored without school but she couldn't be around teenagers with their raging hormones, their blood racing during gym; the temptation would best her easily.
She decided to redecorate the house. This one didn't belong to either family, they'd bought it together and the dark rugs and heavy drapes depressed her. She wanted a light minimalistic style and she was starting with the bedroom.
How much crap did Stefan have? He had a least ten generation worth of clothes and trinkets in this closet, no wonder she'd stored all her clothes in another room this was madness. Granted she never threw clothes out but did it all have to come down here? The boarding house was lying around empty, why was all the stuff here?
She rolled her eyes and dragged an armful of stuff out onto the floor. Well the sexy hippie dress was going. She'd missed out on the sixties but according to Nik it had been a waste of time apart from mini-skirts and The Beatles, she would've fit in nicely there.
God what a pack rat she'd shacked up with. Rebekah laughed when a box of make-up fell out she was going to find the kitchen sink any second now. She picked up a lipstick that had rolled out midnight wine, she liked that. It looked like blood laced merlot; she slipped it in her pocket. The rest of the make-up was too nude for her taste; the Salvatore descendants were clearly very boring.
She shook her head and began shoving everything into a box. For some reason he wanted to keep his great great great grandnieces stuff but she wanted that space for one of Nik's landscapes. If he could bear to stop drawing ponies and blondes.
She was dragging his stuff into a storage room when she suddenly realised why he had a sexy hippie dress and boring make-up.
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you
On the floor at her feet lay two photos. Black and white Katharina and of course the lovely Elena. Reclining on the grass outside the boarding house, wearing Rebekah's necklace with her arms around Rebekah's boyfriend. Her heart shattered, it was like being daggered a thousand times. She wanted to go on a rampage, kill and maim and drink deep.
She screamed in frustration. Why did that stupid girl get everything? She grabbed the photo ready to rip it to shreds and burn the pieces till the only reminder of that bitch was a pile of charred ash. But one more photo had fluttered out, yet another person she'd had to share Stefan affection with, Nik. It was the two 'brothers' back in the twenties, the ripper she'd fallen for.
Rebekah took some deep steadying breaths. Bunny biting Stefan would never want her, painful as that was to admit to her own reflection it was true. She was never more herself than when she was enjoying the roaring twenties with the baby faced ripper in her arms. Why pretend to be someone else when she could never get what she wanted anyway?
I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now, this is who I really am inside
Rebekah twirled in front of her full length mirror. She knew how stunning she looked; for once she looked like what she was, a poisoned dagger dripping in blood. The red dress she wore clung to her as though it was in love with her. The silk glistened as it skimmed over her hips and pooled at her feet. The neckline sparkled and the back was non-existent. She smiled, her midnight wine lips barely concealing her eager fangs. She was finally looking at herself in the mirror instead of the thin veil that she pulled on every morning. There was no point if it couldn't please him.
She turned to the plain girl sat on the couch. Quiet as a pigeon with no idea how strange it was that she was sat in an unfamiliar living room or that she soon be desperate to run but unable to. Unless, of course, Stefan wanted to play with her a tiny bit first.
Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance
I know now, this is who I really am
Rebekah laughed, relishing the freedom of being herself. She could hear the girl's heart beating steadily, she wasn't afraid yet. Compulsion really was one of the most useful tools being a vampire had given her.
"Stand." She told tonight's meal. she was sixteen maybe, a little taller than Rebekah. The child fiddled with her long dark hair, poor thing, it was the hair that Rebekah had spotted first. The hair was the reason this poor sweet thing was going to die. "You're not nearly as pretty as the doppelganger you know." She said, tilting her head to the side. The girl didn't respond. Rebekah brushed the girl's hair behind her shoulder leaning in to inhale her scent. "Very nice. You should have cut your hair sweetie." She said with mock sympathy.
"Darling!" She greeted spinning elegantly as the door opened.
"What are you doing?" Stefan asked spotting the young girl who barely reacted to his presence.
"I was missing the twenties my love." She explained calmly handing him a martini. "Thought we could have a little stroll down memory lane." She indicated her captive who she'd dressed in a blue twenties dress. "I never really suited blue but I know it's your favourite." She purred leaning over the girl, fangs bared.
Stefan yanked her away from her meal, pinning her against the wall. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Bringing you back to life." Rebekah hissed, throwing him bodily across the room before tearing into the girl's throat. The scent of young sweet blood filled the air; Rebekah felt the rushed she'd missed so much flow through her veins igniting lust in her core. The girl's short gasp of fear thrilled her even more, the poor child whimpered with fear as the realisation that she couldn't move set in.
She raised her head to see Stefan get slowly to his feet. His eyes were red and his teeth sharp. "That's my guy." She smirked. "Care to join me?" She held out a hand painted in blood.
Come break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you, you, you
She saw her victory in his eyes the instant he snapped. She moaned as his tongue travelled up her arm, consuming the sweet blood he'd been craving. She gasped in excitement as he yanked her head back plunging his tongue into her mouth, tasting the blood she'd devoured before turning cold eyes on the source.
Instead of feeding from the gushing neck wound he knelt between her legs, pushing up the girl's flimsy skirt Stefan sank his teeth into her inner thighs eliciting a small scream from his victim and a laugh from Rebekah. Weaving a hand into her vicious lover's curls Rebekah returned to the open wound and drank deep. She felt the pulse slow against her lips as life slipped slowly from the terrified girl. "Please." She choked out weakly. Rebekah chuckled against the girl's neck as Stefan snarled viciously.
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you
Stefan's eyes were hard, his lips twisted in a cruel smirk as he withdrew from the corpse. "Pleased with yourself?"
"Very." Rebekah answered, kicking the dead girl to the floor and reclining across the blood soaked sofa. "I'm starved." She growled with a devilish smile on her pretty face.
"One body not enough for you?" Stefan asked crawling above her. She pulled his face to hers, claiming his lips licking the blood off them.
"Not hungry for blood my love." She whispered in his ear, unbuckling his pants. He sank his fangs into her throat, ripping open the front of her shirt and dragging down her panties. "My ripper." She breathed tearing off his shirt.
Come, break me down
Break me down
Break me down
He thrust his erect cock into her without hesitation causing her to scream at the pleasure and roughness. Clamping her thighs over his hips she flipped them over until she was straddling him. His hands went to her breasts; gripping the front of her dress he tore it apart leaving her completely naked.
Rebekah called his name, impaling herself roughly onto him. She picked up speed as he bucked his hips wildly, fingers digging into her waist deep enough to leave bruises that would last days even with her increased healing. Their bodies blurred as they moved at super human speed drawing closer to their finish, their sweat mixing together and coating them both.
Rebekah's sharped nails dragged over his firm chest leaving trails of blood and welts that healed as she threw her head back in ecstasy pushing herself down harder as her orgasm ripped through her and she collapsed onto his bloody chest.
She dragged her tongue lazily along the trail of blood as he lifted her up carrying his dark princess into the bedroom. He pushed her into the soft mattress entering her slowly, pushing deeply into her lapping the blood from her neck, relishing the forbidden fruit she tempted him with.
Rebekah grinned in victory as he plunged into her, she had her ripper back and nothing, no-one, could take him away.
What if I wanted to break?
shop/dresses/viewitem-PD497581 There's Rebekah's dress, I love picking out clothes for her she's so pretty. I did have a dress for the girl but then I felt bad for ripping her up.
Smut in my previous stories was very well received so if you don't mind I'd like to know if I still have it.
I'm a bit torn about these lyrics, on source says 'marry me, bury me' another says 'bury me, bury me' so if anyone has the cd or is just very certain of what's correct please tell me.
Reviews are love and I return the favour when possible.