Disclaimer: I do not own any Originals/Vampire Diaries characters. However, the plot is mine.
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ETERNAL
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Chapter 1: Let There Be Lonely
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The night was a cold one. Even for New Orleans. However, that did not bother her. No, she was used to the frosty, icy chill that has become her life. So a night like this would be hard pressed to faze her.
The girl who loved too much… That was her real curse. Allowing others into her heart, only to have them rip it out… again… and again.
Let there be lonely I'm ready to grieve
The love I've been holding on to
I've tried so hard to keep saying you're mine
Now it's time, now it's time
The blonde original vampire made her way to the town's square. Rebekah could hear the music being played in the distance as she neared her destination. She could be there in a matter of seconds, but chooses to keep her steady stroll. At this time of night, there are plenty of people out about. It's been several days since Marcel's party, and the witches have been unusually quiet; probably mourning their traitor friend. However since the party, Rebekah's demeanor has diminished.
Let there be hurting I'm craving the tears
That I've burned in my eyes for so long
I want to feel every drop of the pain
As I cry, as I cry
Rebekah paid no mind to her surroundings as she walked along. In fact, her mind was busy, filling with past memories. Memories best left forgotten. Memories of her past loves who have left her hurt and vulnerable. And admittedly… broken.
I'm gonna suffer the aching I've earned
Mark this one down as a lesson I've learned
'Cause the only way out of here
It's the only way out of here
But she hasn't learned her lesson. And she probably never will. Because to live in a world with a heart as frozen as her skin; well, that's not a world she wants to live in. Rebekah could feel her eyes tearing up at her thoughts. If only she could turn off her humanity, she would. But that was not a luxury permitted to the originals. No, they had no such switch. Instead, she gets to drown in the sorrow her mother's gift has granted her.
Let there be daggers that tear through my skin
Down to my heart where the whole thing begins
Make me a new one and I'll love again
Until then, until then
She finally arrived at the square. There were a few people scurrying about, but the majority stayed, admiring a local pianist. "A concert?" Rebekah wondered aloud.
Since she had not been paying mind to her surroundings, she nearly jumped at the sound of the voice that answered her rhetorical question. "Just a traveling musician who stops in New Orleans every now and again. The tourists seem to like him, so I allow it."
"Stalking me now, Marcel?" She asked without removing her eyes from the man singing at the small piano. His hair, light brown in color, hung in loose curls grazing his shoulders. Her eyes then narrowed. He seemed oddly… familiar…
Let there be lonely
Marcel gave her a bright grin. "Don't flatter yourself Bekah." He began, "I saw you standing over here… alone… and miserable. I thought I'd cheer you up."
Rebekah only tensed at his words. "Cheer me up?" She asked in a whisper. Having watched Marcel fawn over that simple girl at the party, forced her to remember a time long ago; a time long before Marcel, when she was but a sixteen year old girl. Back when the world was filled with endless possibility; and before bitterness and anger filled her heart. Back when she was loved. "If you really wanted to cheer me up, then you'd leave me alone." She said to Marcel, though she barely noticed him beside her; as her attention was wrapped around the singer before her. 'Why are you so familiar?'
Cuz the only way out of here
You're the only way out of here
Marcel watched her. No smile on his face. He didn't trust the Originals… especially Rebekah. "What are you doing out here?" He asked, knowing she was not a social person.
She ignored Marcel. Squinting her eyes, she let out a gasp. She had gotten a decent look at the musician's face when he turned to his left. "I know him." She whispered aloud. Marcel's eyes narrowed, as his eyes immediately found the musician.
Let there to be lonely I'm ready to grieve
The love I've been holding on to
I've tried so hard to keep saying you're mine
Now it's time, now it's time
The man sang the last words and played the last notes. A light smile graced his lips as he heard the applause. He rose from his seat to face his admirers. He bowed once, and then stood to look across the crowd. He started to bow a second time, but time stood still when his eyes landed on a blonde marching towards him at an alarming pace. Once she stood in front of him, she seemed at a loss for words. But he was not. "Rebekah?" He asked in shock.
At the sound of his voice, she spoke. "Hello… Varick."
AN: So there you have it. My first Originals fic… and also my first fic using lyrics. Let me know what you think. I was listening to this song and made me think of Rebekah.
This song is from Nashville "Let There Be Lonely", performed by Jonathan Jackson; who, by the way, Varick is somewhat modeled after.
I don't know if I should continue this or not. I already have an idea as to where to take this, and possibly continue it alongside the show to keep it canon as much as possible. So if you do want me to continue it, just let me know.
With that said… … … … …
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