Rebekah's point of view.
Rebekah was standing on Elena's porch wondering what exactly had happened in the last few minutes. Elena was far more knowledgeable than she had expected, and she was unsure who this Stephan character was. Something about his name sounded mildly familiar but in her over millennia of life, she knew many people by many names.
She felt uncomfortable, but still felt her legs carry her back up the steps to the front door; and then through it. She smiled briefly as her body made no resistance against the barrier of invitation. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced for many years seeing as she had been in a box for the last hundred years, and many of her friends who were actually living had long since died. It was such an odd way to feel after so many long moments of silent solitude where she sat helplessly in that ugly pine box with a dagger in her chest.
She could smell food. She could smell the way the home smelled, like wood polish and baking sugar. The smell of some kind of underlying cinnamon that wafted into her nostrils and it made her hair stand on end.
She stood aimlessly in the entryway, staring at Elena. As she made her way around her house, it truly was a sight to behold. She felt rooted to the spot, while Elena seemed to glide across the hardwood, and around a corner into what must have been the kitchen. Elena could follow the smell of food cooking logically back to that point in the house, but she couldn't will her body to move towards that place.
She could hear Elena speaking to Jenna. She remembered the voice from her first day; it was silky and soft in a mothering kind of way. Rebekah was actually quite drawn to that voice, that soothing voice that seemed to gradually melt away the unease. Elena's head popped around the corner, and beckoned her forward. She couldn't move, couldn't speak...
She watched Elena walk towards her, her body swaying in a kind of sultry way that she was sure only Elena could manage. Rebekah could feel her face flush, and her body heat up. She loved how she was so easily aroused by Elena, it was unakin to anything she had ever experienced before.
"Are you going to move from that spot? Or just stand there like a dummy?" Elena asked as her fingers laced through Rebekah's and with a swift movement Rebekah was pulled from her rooted spot and into Elena's body. It was odd how she found the feeling of Elena's body in such proximity to her own, felt like the way home would feel. She could smell her shampoo, and hear her heartbeat, and for the first time in her undead life, she felt content. She felt like there had been a part of her missing but she just hadn't known it until Elena's arms wrapped around her.
It scared her a little bit. It scared her to care this much about someone, someone so fragile and human. She loved it, as much as it terrified her; she loved it. She loved the way it made her dead heart beat excitedly when she got close to this woman.
Instinctively Rebekah's hands brought themselves to cup Elena's face. It was like she could feel every pore reaching out to her, begging her to kiss Elena's lips; and she let herself lean her face closer to the most beautiful lips that she swore she'd ever seen. And when they touched, it was complete euphoria. It set her skin alight with a slight tingling that seemed to start at her lips and radiate through her body, down her chest and to her toes like a wave. She let this tingle feed her need to let their lips connect again.
They stood there for four and a half minutes; with their lips connecting over and over again in the most delicious way she knew how to let them. It made her breathless; Elena literally took her breath away. Elena would always take her breath away. She let their lips separate for a moment while she let her eyes linger on the most beautiful set of chocolate brown eyes that she would ever live to see.
"Take me to the food!" Rebekah laughed tugging on Elena's hand. Elena smiled sweetly at her; they way that Rebekah loved, and led her through the house to the kitchen where Jenna most certainly was.
The kitchen was beautiful. There was this light fixture that dangled over a granite top island that sat in the middle of the room, with benches tucked neatly under it on one side and what Rebekah was sure were cupboards on the other. There was a large window right above the sink with a little ledge that held candles and a little bamboo plant that seemed to be quite alright, and some cards and things that seemed to have sentimental value.
Jenna was standing in front of a stainless-steel flat top stove with a few large pots and a wooden spoon. Rebekah could smell meat sauce, an authentic Italian recipe; she could smell it in the spices. As Jenna turned, Elena let her hand drop. If Rebekah hadn't been over a thousand years old, she might have taken it personally- but she knew that wasn't it. She knew that Elena was testing out some perilous waters with her, and the fact that she had even suggested that she come over for dinner to properly meet Jenna, and that she was curious about 'coming out', told her how serious and important this was to Elena to do properly.
"Hello Rebekah, nice to finally meet you- now that you're not lifting Elena here into my car." Jenna said laughing and smiling at the dumb look she must have been wearing. It wasn't everyday you met the sole surviving relative of the person you're in love with. Jenna was a pleasant person, with a kind and compassionate heart. It hadn't taken long for Rebekah to figure that out.
Amidst a small amount of chit chat, Jenna told them that dinner wouldn't be ready for an hour or so, and that the girls should go and do homework or talk while she prepared dinner. Rebekah watched Elena smile and plant a kiss on her aunt's cheek.
"I will call you when the other girls get here." Jenna said, but by the time she had turned around, Rebekah was already being dragged back around the corner and up the stairs.
As Elena led her down the hallway, Rebekah could pick out the scents of people who used to walk in the house even though she knew it had been years since they had done. It was like she could see them walking in their respective routes to their respective rooms. Once they reached Elena's room, Rebekah was astounded to find it slightly subtler than she had imagined. Not that she had a problem with it, but something about Elena screamed, "Pink walls, pink bedding." Naturally she found the opposite of what she expected: three pristine white walls and one blood red, with black furniture, and red white and black bedding.
"You really have a knack of interior decorating…." Rebekah said, her eyes having been drawn to the tone of blood red on the comforter that uncannily matched the blood red on the wall. The room was beautiful, elegant. It didn't fit her idea of Elena at all, but then again Elena had always been sort of an enigma. She found herself flitting around the room, perusing the bookshelves and the desk with mountains of lined paper scribbled all over it. Something about this room screamed of creativity and disorganization, but in a mental way, not a physical one.
"I guess…" Elena started, her hand finding Rebekah's again. "I guess I have a brain that never forgets a colour, you name it, I can match it. A blessing and a curse!" She finished, and Rebekah's hands played with the dip of her waist.
"I know I shouldn't start kissing you right now, because I won't want to stop… And I want to talk about tonight, about what you plan to do and if you are wanting to bring this up to your friends and family like this…" She began, letting her lips meet Elena's again for a second. "I want you to be ready for it. Don't rush into this because you think its what you have to do. You don't have to define your sexuality, or this relationship even, if you are not absolutely sure that you are ready to do so."
Rebekah pulled away from Elena and looked her in the eyes, she debated if she should compel her to tell only when she was ready; but she knew if she did it would go against everything that she wanted. So she just looked without the intent of making her do anything. Something about the way Elena looked at her, made her smile. She was so beautiful, it was almost as if she couldn't help herself when it came down to it.
"I want to support you in whatever you choose to do. But I also want what's best for you. And I want you to be sure that doing this right now, is the best." She finished. Letting her lips capture Elena's again, and again. Something about the connection between them was electric. Like two opposite magnets being inexplicably drawn to one another. It was as if she couldn't control herself, she desired it so badly, she desired this feeling of being whole that Elena provided her. This feeling of being human again.
Elena's hands held her own and pulled her toward the bed, to which she got on top of, but not in. She sat with her back straight against the headboard as Elena curled her body into her own. She could tell there was probably a debate going on in her mind, but she knew that at the end of the internal struggle there would be a clarity as to what she should do, and Rebekah was comfortable to just sit and wait for Elena to come to her own conclusions about what was best for her.
Rebekah allowed Elena this peace. She settled her breathing down, and focused her attention on listening to the sounds of the house, and the things going on around it. Rebekah could hear Jenna downstairs stirring pasta, and the small family of finches that had made the tree in the yard their home. She could hear Elena's blood beating quickly, and she looked down to her body.
Rebekah realized she'd made a mistake in doing so, as her focus led her eyes straight to the veins on Elena's wrists. Veins that now pulsed deliciously close to her grasp, she could feel her hunger starting to grow into an insurmountable growl in her stomach. She could smell her. Not her shampoo and perfume, but her. She could smell all the blood in her veins and arteries and capillaries as the oxygen fed every single cell in her body, and the smell was too much.
"Elena, I need to run to my car a minute." Rebekah said with as steady a voice as she could muster. Her voice had faltered, and she knew Elena had heard it and could tell. And she watched a look of apprehension fall upon Elena's features as her eyes took in the black veins which Rebekah knew spread across her face like a sick mask. "I just have to deal with this, it will only take a moment ok?" Rebekah ensured her. She felt Elena lift her body off of hers.
"Be back quick." Elena ushered and Rebekah felt the request propel her feet faster than she would have normally allowed; down the hall, down the stairs, out the door, down the driveway and right to the cooler in the trunk of her car.
She opened it quickly, and ripped the cap off of a bag of O-negative. She drank it down as quickly and cleanly as she could. As her eyes cleared up, she could feel tension release from her shoulders, and it was welcome. She stood back up straight, wiped her face on a towel she found in her trunk, and threw it back in; just in case she were to need it again.
As she shut the trunk with a hard push, and turned the lock, she heard a vehicle pull up behind her. She turned and saw who she knew were Elena's two best friends. She was sure their names were Bonnie and Caroline, but she wanted to be formally introduced, and didn't want to ruin this night for Elena.
"Hey are you guys here for dinner?" Rebekah asked in a tone that suggested that she already knew the answer, which to be fair she did. The girls both nodded with a look of slight confusion as to who Rebekah was. Rebekah could only smile and urge them to follow her up the driveway and into the house and hope they got the hint.