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Post by deion on May 7, 2012 20:39:24 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b]  -----------------------[/b] "The love of your existence?" Rebekah raised an eyebrow wondering who the slayer had fallen in love with. "He's a human no doubt," she stated but then again many girls have been dating vampires now, well the only girl she knew that was dating a vampire was of course the doppelganger. Rebekah didn't really understand the whole vampire falling with a human and a human falling for the vampire, they both lived in different worlds and the human was always the prey while the vampire was the predator waiting to devour their meal once they were alone. Rebekah would probably never fall in love with a human, the likely hood of that was from slim to none really.
"I could see that. My brother had told me how slayers worked alone and were serious most of the time, quite boring if you ask me." Rebekah had never liked being alone in the world and that was why she always stuck with Klaus because she didn't want to feel alone and roam the earth by herself, she rather have fights with her older brother and feel useless than be alone, it was just who she was. "My oh my aren't you just the hero," she had a bit of a sarcastic tone to her voice. It seemed like Buffy was the most responsible generous girl in this world, no wonder she had lived for so long. Even though Rebekah hadn't met any slayers besides Buffy tonight, she knew that slayers were all about killing and not having any contact with any other person than their watcher as Elijah said of course. Buffy was different from other slayers and Rebekah could tell from one look of Buffy that she was different, just the way she presented herself. "It's a surprise you have lived this long but from what I've seen nothing is as surprising as it was before," she shrugged. Buffy was the slayer so it did make sense that she was alive but Elena was just a human a weak innocent human that was protected by every single person.
"So, if the key was made into a human form then who is this key?" Rebekah couldn't let it go because it was really interesting to hear about the key form. If Buffy wanted to protect it then it must have been someone she loved dearly but who? There would be so many people that she could have loved in her life. Was the key still living? If so it must have been still with Buffy, well he or she whatever the gender was. Every time she thought about the key she grew more curious to its existence and how it came to be. She wanted to know who exactly the key was and she probably wouldn't let it go until Buffy had told her.
"Was it hard coming back into this world?" Rebekah wasn't all for the earth but she wasn't totally against it. Lucky for her she had Klaus to look after her after the dagger had been removed from her body but who did Buffy have? Maybe her mother or her friends helped her out with coming back alive but it was just weird how she came back to life. Buffy had been through so much for a human and Rebekah had seen very little when she was a human in her opinion. She had seen werewolves, witches, and of course herself and her siblings including her father being vampires which some would say that was a lot but to her it was just the past even though it always came back to haunt her. "Isn't that selfish? They wanted you back for their own happiness."
They were still walking and then Buffy stopped to a grave stone that said 'Joyce Summers,' instantly, Rebekah knew that was the woman that raised Buffy and stood by her side. In a way Rebekah felt bad for Buffy, seeing her lean towards the tombstone and looking at the writing. Rebekah thought of her mother and how she didn't really have a proper burial since her and the siblings were to busy running away from their father, she had regretted leaving her mother for her own safety but what was done couldn't be changed and Rebekah just had to live with that. Rebekah stood there letting Buffy have her moment with her mom but it was kind of awkward so she roamed around quickly just to see the damage of the cemetery and came back. "This place has gone to bits." She moved her head around looking at her surroundings.
"So, this is your mother." Rebekah was lost for words, not knowing exactly what to say to the slayer who had lost her mother at some point in time. There really was no reason to move her mother's burial since it must have dissolved into the soil but she still could bring the tombstone along with her or something. "What happens now?" She had wondered what Buffy's plan was and what she was thinking of right now but considering Rebekah had been in the same spot, Buffy was probably reminiscing about the past with her mom and how life was so different with her. It was so weird how a mother could have so much impact on your life without you realizing it and that was what Rebekah and Buffy shared in common understanding what their mothers did for them. In a weird way The two were similar but not so similar which made Rebekah's curiosity rise even more. She kind of didn't want this meeting to end, it was kind of a fun talk they had but it would have to end at some point and Rebekah would have to go back home dealing with Klaus once again. -----------------------[/b][/center] |
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on May 8, 2012 15:10:55 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -The blonde shook her head. “No, the love of my existence isn’t a human. He’s a 247 year old vampire as a matter of fact.” She told her before explaining further. “And I can’t say he’s the love of my life because he’s more than that. I’ve died twice technically. The first time I was drowned by a very old vampire and was brought back by a friend of mine with CPR. That was the start of my ‘second life’ and I was still in love with him. Then I died as I told you because of Glory and was brought back with magic and yet the entire time I never stopped loving him. So even death doesn’t change that for me, hence the reason I call him the love of my existence instead of the love of my life.” She told her earnestly.
“Most slayers worked alone because that’s what they were taught. Most slayers were raised by their watchers and trained, knowing from a very young age that they were different though not knowing why. They knew what they had to do, knew about the world around them, but they didn’t have the strength until they were called to back up the knowledge and training. I was, what you call, a surprise so to speak. I was called later than most, only finding out about the real world when I was 15. My watcher at the time, Merrick, had been searching for me but hadn’t found me, though I never knew why. So I grew up with my parents and friends…so when I was told to give that up I rebelled. After Merrick was killed I moved to Sunnydale where Giles, my watcher, found me and tried explaining to me again that I was supposed to work in secret.” She told her with a giggle, remembering Giles’ face when she had disputed his theory.
“Needless to say that didn’t work out so well for him. He actually ended up becoming more of a father figure to me in the next couple of years rather than just a watcher and was fired because of it. The watcher’s council sent another watcher, who again tried to tell me to ditch my friends. He made an error in judgment that to this day I still haven’t forgiven him for and I quit working for the watcher’s council. It wasn’t until two years later that I started working with them again, and that was only because I needed their help to defeat Glory…not that they did a whole lot of good helping me in the end as I still died. However anyway, that’s the reason I’m different than other slayers…I wasn’t raised by my watcher like most were and I was a lot more stubborn than most.” She told her, not sure why she had given that all away but knowing it couldn’t hurt anything either way. Most of the watcher’s council had been blown up and Giles could take care of himself.
“I’m still alive because I know when to pick my battles. Sure I’ll fight something, to the death, if it’s evil and I have too…but I don’t go off half cocked and thinking that I’m better than everyone else. That’s not who I am and that’s not how I operate. Also I’m still alive because of my friends and my family. Like I said, my friend brought me back with CPR once and I’ll admit to having needed my friends for research on how to kill a particular being more than once. I owe them a lot…but in the end a slayer has to do what she was meant to do. I have known for a long time that I won’t live to be 85 with fat grandchildren all around me. I’ll die young, and I’ll probably die alone…but I also know that I have things to fight for…and that’s another thing that makes me different than most slayers. I fight for others, not just for my life.” She explained.
She hated to answer the question about the key, but knew she didn’t really have a choice. She could lie, but really what good would it do? “My sister.” She told her. “I grew up an only child. Then one day I have a sister and all these memories that I never questioned. I didn’t find out for about six months that the memories that I had of my younger sister were actually fake. When I was brought back from heaven I received all my memories, both real and fake. So I technically have both sets. Anyway the people who turned the key human knew they would have to make it to where I would protect it at all cost, so they gave her to me in the form of a 13 year old sister. They changed my memories as well as everyone else’s around me…including those I hadn’t seen in a long time.” She stated, remembering how even though Angel hadn’t been in Sunnydale at the time how he still had memories of Dawn.
“I didn’t want to come back.” She admitted. “For a long time I thought that this was hell, my own personal brand of hell cooked up just for me. I learned to adapt once again, and I don’t regret being here because if I hadn’t been then a lot more people would have died than they did with me here, but yes, it was hard…it was probably the second hardest thing I’ve ever done. And yes, it was selfish…and a part of me will never forgive them for dragging me back, whether they thought I was in hell or not…but it does me no good to dwell on it because there’s nothing I can do about it.”
The blonde looked around, realizing that nothing else could be done about the cemetery. She whispered an apology to her mother before taking her first, and plunging it into the concrete headstone, forcing it apart to where only her mother’s name was left in a large chunk. She brushed it off before picking it up, holding it to her. “I can show you where I blew up the high school…for the second time.” She told her, trying to keep a smile on her face but knowing it looked more like a grimace.
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Tag:: Rebekah Mikaelson
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Note:: There ya go darling.
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Post by deion on May 14, 2012 20:41:58 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] "My oh my, someone's quite the rebel. I can't be surprised though, apparently the girls are into the mysterious vampire guys now," she shrugged with her tiny shoulders. "You just love dying don't you?" It was a sarcastic remark but Rebekah just had to say it like come on Buffy died twice, how does she do it. "So, technically if you didn't have those friends you made then you wouldn't be standing here today." Rebekah had wondered what the world would be without Buffy and to think Sunnydale as well would be still here and all. There was a lot that could have happened if Buffy had stayed dead but Rebekah wasn't too worried since she was alive and even if she wasn't alive then Rebekah would do just fine with her and her brothers.
"That's a lot to take in. You must have adapted quickly to being a slayer since you're alive." Even though Buffy had died twice, she still was a remarkable slayer just for actually over coming her obstacles and facing them and conquering them. "Rather intriguing if you ask me, one watcher died and the next one was called like a slayer." Rebekah assumed that the slayer never worked alone since Buffy instantly got a new watcher when she moved to Sunnydale but it seemed as if Buffy was dependent on herself now even though she clearly doesn't know her. "Do you still talk to that watcher.... Giles?" She was curious to know if slayers had to have a watcher for their rest of their lives, until they died in battle or of old age which was highly unlikely.
"You also got bite in you so that may be another reason you are different. I've learnt about the other slayers and their greatly boring," she yawned a little. The slayers in the past were just annoying to learn about because all they did was basically die. "All they did was train with their watcher, fight vampires, and then one mistake and... Dead, nothing interesting there." All slayers were the same, it was surprising to find Buffy to be the different slayer, the one who had stopped the first evil, she was truly the best slayer out there, wait wasn't there another slayer. "I don't know if this was just vampire talk but I've heard that there was more than one slayer perhaps one as strong as you," she let her arms hang loosely and slummy. She didn't know the other slayer's name but she knew that there had to be another one since Buffy had died twice and of course if one slayer dies the next one is called unless Rebekah was wrong. The way the whole thing worked was just weird in Rebekah's opinion, she wondered how a slayer's energy could be transferred into someone else so quickly. It must have been the best feeling in the world to be a slayer if you were human, being able to defend yourself and being the strongest of all humans and almost all vampires.
"That's rather depressing, don't you think Buffy?" Hm, that was the first Rebekah had actually said Buffy's name genuinely and friendly like, it was odd. Rebekah was gonna ask why Buffy just didn't become a vampire to be with her lover but she soon found out that Buffy isn't like other girls who would love to turn, she wants to be human and keep her humanity in check but if Rebekah turned her then she definitely could, it still wouldn't be the same since Buffy probably values being human and a slayer. "Slayer this, slayer that, being a slayer seems more like a nuisance than a duty." Just the sound of being a slayer annoyed Rebekah, they basically had no life and Buffy only had her friends so really what was the point?
Rebekah raised an eyebrow, "Your sister is the key?" This story just got way more interesting to Rebekah. She listened to the story closely and made sure to catch every word. She rolled her eyes, "idiotic men again? Why am I not surprised." Men always had to make the woman do their dirty work, especially the slayer that had to take care of demons and now the key. Rebekah couldn't argue with the men placing memories that weren't real since she compelled people to do whatever she would say or make them forget something which was always fun.
"The hardest thing in this world is to live in it, well at least that's what people say." She felt bad for Buffy, she had to adapt to everyday life again and try to live a normal life with her family and friends which sucked in many ways. Buffy was right though, there was no point in dwelling in the past so maybe it was time for Rebekah to move on and forgive Klaus for stabbing her even though she really did not want to forgive him at the moment. If Buffy could live life in a happy way then so could Rebekah bur then again Rebekah had been through a lot also so who was she to say that she could move on from the past when she wasn't that kind of person to move on. Only time would heal the wounds of her pain that she held deep inside.
"That would be... Interesting to see. I guess lead the way." Rebekah stood beside Buffy once again waiting for her to lead. She noticed the sad look but didn't know if she should say anything or just let it be. "You're taking that whole chunk of stone with you?" She was bad at comforting people sometimes. She could feel what Buffy was feeling, they were the same in that way and it kind of scared Rebekah to know that she shared some similarities with someone, someone who was pure and good but what could she really do. "You blew up the school twice? What was the first time?" Buffy must have a track record of destroying things and blowing up schools. Rebekah couldn't blame her though, considering that Buffy had so much going on as a teenager. -----------------------[/b][/center] |
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on May 19, 2012 22:21:59 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She could tell Rebekah used sarcasm as a defense mechanism. She wasn't sure if she could sense that just by being around her, or if was the several psychology courses she had taken in order to be legally qualified for her counselor position that gave her that knowledge, but either way it was clear to her. It wasn't something that she would berate her for because she herself was the same way. She used puns as a way to cover up her insecurities and fear, used anger as a defense mechanism against those things that made her want to break down. Everyone had a coping mechanism…sarcasm just seemed to be Rebekah’s.
"Technically I would have died when I was 16 had I not had my friends, yes." She told her, not at all ashamed to admit it. She knew that one of the reasons that she had lived longer than any other slayer was because she had a driving force that others didn't. Slayers lived and died alone, but not her. She lived with those she loved, and died surrounded by those she cared about most, at least the second time. She gave her life willingly both times, though the first time had taken a bit more persuasion than the second. She knew that because of her friends love she fought harder than most, but she still didn't delude herself into thinking she could have made it as far and for as long as she had without their help.
"Being a slayer means you don't really have time to adapt." She told her. "You're thrown into this world, or at least I was, without any real knowledge of what was going on. I had to learn quickly or die before I had a chance to live, so I learned quickly, not even giving the second option a second thought." She explained. "As for the watcher's...they are a bit different than slayers. Slayers are born and once they are chosen they don't have any choice, or at least they didn't before. Watchers choose to help, they are paid to do what they do. Granted some are raised from the age of 8 or 9 to become watchers as that's what their parents wanted for them, but they aren't forced into it for the most part." She told her sadly before her face brightened up a bit. "Though since I took over along with my friends, its being run a lot differently than it was." She stated absentmindedly, thinking of all the changes that have been brought forth.
She smiled fondly when Rebekah asked her if she still spoke with Giles and nodded. "Giles is like my surrogate father. I haven't spoken to my real one in years but Giles fits in nicely in that role, especially since I seem to annoy him half the time just as much as any real parent and child." She stated with a laugh. "Giles is still my watcher and will be my watcher until I die." She stated, unknowingly answering Rebekah's unanswered question. Buffy let out a laugh at Rebekah's statement. "Some slayers have actually been interesting but most were raised by their watchers so they were made to be the watcher's councils drones rather than a human being. Their likes, dislikes, it all had to do with hunting and slaying, rather than what they actually liked to do. Myself and my sister slayer are the only two who weren't raised by our watchers." She let out. "Faith is as resourceful as I am for the most part, she's my sister slayer. We've been on both ends of the spectrum from each other at one time...and I've actually tried to kill her a couple times (literally) but we are closer than most siblings and we fight like them too." She stated with a laugh, thinking of her and Faith's extremely interesting history.
"Yes, my sister is the key...or was at least. Since Glory was killed I'm not sure if she could ever be used again but she was made from the key. Men are always idiots, no matter who they are. I love my best friend who’s a man and I love my soul-mate, but their men which makes them idiots." She stated with a small laugh. Her laughter stopped immediately when Rebekah quoted her exact line to what she told Dawn right before she jumped to her death into the portal. "That's what I told my sister, before I died." she stated softly, remembering the look on Dawn's face as she comprehended what she was going to do.
She nodded her head once at taking the entire stone with her without explaining why before answering the blonde's question. "The first time I was during my high school graduation, there was a huge demon and the only way to kill it was to blow it up or to throw it into a lava pit...I didn't have a lava pit handy so I did what I could." She told her. "Second time was well, follow me." She led on, heading towards the school. Surprisingly enough some of it still stood, at least enough to show how badly damaged the entire thing was. "Second time was when the First Evil was around and the place was crawling with demons." she stated, not feeling like explaining the ubber-vamps to her.
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Tag:: Rebekah Mikaelson
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Note:: Only reason I didn’t want her to explain the ubber-vamps is with the Original Vampire storyline it wouldn’t make sense. Lol
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Post by deion on Jun 7, 2012 16:42:19 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] "Has anyone ever told you that you die a lot?" Buffy was always dying to save people and that was the problem of being good, it was a downfall. If you're good then that means you have to do something heroic and save some useless life which Rebekah didn't care for but if you were good then you were adored by other people and Rebekah had always thought of just being innocent once but being innocent was boring and pointless. She also didn't want to be evil because of how much work you had to do just to make everything work, that was exactly Klaus, always planning things just to get his hybrids.
Rebekah wasn't evil and she definitely wasn't a saint so that led her to being neutral and that’s the spot she loved being, neutral. She didn’t have to stress about hurting anyone and not making every single person’s life in this world a living hell. She killed when she felt like it and she did good deeds if she was in a generous mood but usually that was slim. She never understood how Stefan could go from being the ripper and going to saving Elena constantly and protecting her with his life, Stefan was different now something that Rebekah wasn’t used to. It was good to be in the middle, no one expected anything from you and you didn’t expect back and that’s how it was no matter how unappreciative Klaus at least he didn’t put the weight of the world on her like Buffy has. She felt bad for Buffy, Buffy had to save anyone she crosses and basically kill any demon that was doing something wrong. Everyone counted on Buffy and Buffy probably had to deal with that ever since she was the slayer the one that saves innocent lives.
"Seems like your friends are always there for you." Buffy had always had her friends with her even if it was major trouble and Rebekah admired that, she might even crave what Buffy has. For centuries Rebekah had always had a soft spot for people flattering her or pretending to befriend her, in all reality she was lonely, it didn't matter that she had her family looking out for her and that she stuck with Klaus or whoever, the one thing missing from her life were friends and that's what was always missing and she just never admitted it out loud even though she did care. She just wished that there would be that one friend who was there for her but apparently that was too much to ask, who knows though maybe she would find that one friend in this decade or century at least.
"How great to have friends like them," she rolled her eyes and used a sarcastic tone even though she didn't mean to use it in that way. Rebekah was just jealous of Buffy and the kind of friendship she had with her friends, it was a bond that they cherished. Without her friends then Buffy would have been just as lost as Rebekah and alone which was another thing the two had in common. No matter how much they cut themselves off from the world they still need those friends to help push them through the hard days they have and to wait for them to open up, the difference is Rebekah lacked those kind of friends, all she had was Klaus, Elijah, and basically Kol while Buffy had friends and sort of a family. Rebekah had never been independent on herself and she wasn't going to start looking for friends when it was just pointless.
"Not only did you die but you tried killing your best friend? Your life, how...delightful," she grinned. Buffy's life was pretty complicated and Rebekah was kind of understanding very easily. This was nothing like Rebekah she was always the one to be asked about and she was never this curious about a person's life but she just wanted to know everything, she didn't even realize that they weren't talking about Rebekah's history, she just didn't realize that she was actually talking about someone else's life rather than her own but of course keeping major details out. She wanted to know everything about a slayer and she wanted to find out how Buffy has been through hell and back and was still stable to actually live onto this disappointing world.
"I guess that's good that she can't be used anymore," she stretched a little feeling a little slum. Rebekah wondered what would happen if Buffy's sister was still an activated key, it would have been hard to just keep her safe. "Life must have been tiring, protecting your sister nonstop." Buffy would do whatever it took to save her sister and Rebekah was sort of like that, she stayed and protected her family, all their fights made them a bit closer but then the next bigger fight would draw them apart once again. "Really? I guess we kind of have the same mind," she shrugged. Rebekah liked that quote and she could imagine Buffy using that before she died and all. Buffy actually had so much power and innocence, maybe that's what separated her and Rebekah.
"You really like blowing things up don't you?" Whenever there was a story it was always about her dying or her destroying some kind of thing, being a slayer must have cost a fortune at least. "How did you get away with all the damage?" Before Sunnydale went to crap, how did Buffy afford breaking things, did she just hide her damage well? As they walked Rebekah looked around until she saw the school. "You really done it this time huh?" She observed what was left of the school and roamed around quickly just to see the scenery and then she quickly came back to Buffy all in a minute. "This truly is fascinating," she had her mouth open in awe. How did humans do this to a town? Rebekah had seen some amazing things her past centuries which were beautiful and old but Sunnydale was a waste dump now, it was just so surprising to see it like this. It was probably one of the worst sights she's seen but in a good way. -----------------------[/b][/center] |
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Jun 12, 2012 15:50:22 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -The blonde slayer laughed slightly at all of Rebekah’s questions about her blowing things up. “It’s not so much that I enjoy the destruction or the huge boom sound of blowing something up…it’s just that there are times when things are so big that realistically the only thing you can do is blow them up. Besides, it makes life easier, the fight shorter, and I’ll admit, the fireworks afterward are pretty fun to look at. The relief in the air at seeing such a huge sign that the danger has passed as it being blown to bits, it’s impossible to explain how much relief it can bring.
She nodded her head at Rebekah’s comment about watching out for her sister being exhausting. She could clearly remember herself saying something similar when Xander had accidentally raised the demon ‘Sweet’, the one who danced around town and made people literally combust when they couldn’t stop dancing. Dawn’s in trouble…must be Tuesday. “It definitely kept me on my toes that’s for sure. It wasn’t that bad until after my mom died though. Dawn sort of wanted to test her boundaries so to speak, though didn’t have much time before Glory brought hell upon us and then I died.” She told her before elaborating. “She peaked in the whole ‘angst driven teenager thing’ though after I was brought back. Sneaking out and lying about where she was going, pulling things that I did when I was her age only I had the excuse of having to save the world while she was out meeting up with guys. Hell one night I caught her in a cemetery with a vampire who was getting ready to turn her. When I yelled at her she told me that I was a hypocrite because I had done the same thing when I was her age. The sad thing is she’s right.” She told her with a laugh before feeling her phone vibrate.
Pulling out her cell phone she groaned when she saw the text. “Listen Rebekah, I’m really sorry but I have to go. Speaking of little sister’s keeping me on my toes, that was my best friend Willow who just text messaged me. Apparently my sister has been gone for twenty four hours and her cell phone is off and no one can find her…so I’ve got to go home and deal with this.” She explained before fishing out a card from her back pocket. “That’s my cell number. Call me sometime…we can either continue our conversation or we can fight if that’s what you so prefer.” She told her with a wink before laughing. “It was nice meeting you.” Was all she said before heading away from the former school, knowing she had to get back to Richmond. Unfortunately the work of a big sister…especially one who was a vampire slayer…was never done.
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Tag:: Rebekah Mikaelson
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Note:: Sorry darling that this was so short and that I just sorta ended it. However I figured that we could do another one eventually with these two but we’ve had this thread going on since like February. Lol.
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Post by ADMIN BRITT on Jun 12, 2012 15:51:10 GMT -6
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