This is my confessional {{Rebekah}}

[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

UGH! He was getting to old for this. No really, he was what a whole six years old? These forced filed trips were killing him. What made the boys home staff think it was a good idea to break them all up, grab a few kids and disperse them around town, in groups. Of course one staff member with them at all times. It's not like they ever had enough staff for these outings anyway, and a kid almost always got lost or hurt.... So why do they keep doing it? something about keeping the boys well rounded and reward? Rewarded for what? beating up on the little guy? that's all this was. Beat the little guy till the big guys get what they want. Being out in public was no different, it was worse really. Stealing food out here was common, the food at the boys home, sure it was stolen from other kids, but it was not the best food. This stuff... was gods gift to man kind. It might have been a better idea to ask Zan where he wanted to go on this trip, rather then just placing him in any random group. He of course got stuck with the worst of the worst.

The kids he as with, well they were older, not by much, but older, at least all of them in their double digits, yet they were all much more childish then Zan has ever been. Here they were waiting for the movie to start. The lady who took them here, a volunteer, clearly had no idea how things worked. They left the home and got to the theater in record time. So they had a good hour and a half before the movie began.

So she got a big bag of quarters and passed them out the greedy hands. Bad idea number one, massive mistake. Everyone got a fair amount of course, but there were 7kids including Zan, she had to watch all of them. Three of them were at least 13, and they often got beat up with with the older crowd, but seeing as they were the oldest in this crowd, they were kings, and Zan being the youngest of course became a target.

He had a few coins, the coins he was given he was going to save. He did not need to waste it on games that he was going to lose anyway. Half the games in this arcade were rigged anyway, he could see it. So when he got the coins he slipped them into his pocket. One in his hand, he figured he'd play one game, make it look like he spent all the money, many then he'd be left along. Guess the boys were too smart.

As the women had her back to the small gang of older kids, they made their way to Zan. He was sitting in one of the big racing car seats, acting like he was playing, the coins still in his pocket. The other kids had surly spend all their money and naturally they wanted more. The women was already having a hard time keeping everyone busy and in the arcade. There was one kid who already attempted to run away from the arcade after a pretty girl.

So Zan once again would be left to save himself. It was too late, he could no longer hide, he was in their sites, he was doing a good job avoiding them the last hour or so. But he knew he was going to have a confrontation on his hands any minute. The boys walked over of course surrounding him. Zan sunk lower into his little seat as the one boy demanded for the money he was given. Zan held his one coin in his hand tightly, He really did not want to give it up. He had to act like this was his last coin, his one any only. Maybe then they would not search him.

Zan shook his head, but the kid only got agitated. Zan was in an impossible situation. He needed this money. He needed it really bad. He was going to use it to run away, to find Liz, to live with her maybe. He had no idea how much that might cost, but he figured a few bucks would cover it juts fine. So he needed this money. It meant more to him then anything. If he saved enough he could find himself a taxi and ride to Liz's house. Wherever it might be. He'd find it.

So he was not about to give it up. Then again, he could spare one coin... the one coin in his hand. He'd have to spare it. If he acted like this was the last one, maybe they would not notice the small pile of coins hidden in his pocket. The boy demanded for the coin again, with the very real fear of getting hit, he held out his hand the boy took the coin, but it was clearly not enough for him. This really only started to anger the boy more. Zan was sure he was about to get hit. That was the way it was, living in a boys home. A home were discarded boys went to fight their way through the system. It was eat or be eaten in this world, and Zan would always be at the bottom of the food chain.

He found himself tensing up, curling into a ball in the chair he sat in, just waiting for the first punch to be thrown. He knew it would happen. It was pretty common. He'd heal pretty fast, so most of the staff never caught on to the beating Zan had to take. No one would stand up for him, for fear of retaliation, and there was never any physically evidence. By the time the staff would get to Zan all the blood would be gone from his face, his shit covered, but no visible signs of injury. No wonder he was a popular target. He could be beat up on all they wanted and never get in trouble.

Well he'd just have to accept the beating he was about to take. As soon as that first hit would touch him, he knew the coins in his pocket would jiggle and the gig would be up,they would surly turn him upside down, only it was nothing like the movies. But everything he had on him, including the old phone Liz had given him, would be taken away. And he was going to protect that phone with his life, it was his life line. He needed it to call Liz, he needed to know where she lived, so when he had enough money he could run away to find her. But honestly what could he do? he was just so little, compared to the average kid his size, and these kids were bigger.

And there it was the first hit. Zan had his head covered by his arms, so the punch landed on his side, causing Zan to be thrown from the seat and onto the floor. He was able to catch himself, but in doing so he got a pretty nasty rub burn on his forearm. It would heal of course, but it still hurt enough to bring tears to the young mans eyes. He prepared himself for another hit he knew would come shorty. He of course covered his head. He learned that the hard way, they always aim for the head first, protect it.

[Rebekah Mikaelson]

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Rebekah decided to take a break from her life and go and see a movie. She had no idea what she wanted to see, she just had to do something. Rebekah mostly sat around either being pissed at Nik for not caring about her, or pining over Noah. The rest of the time she tried to do something to distract herself. Rebekah also felt like she was gonna go crazy if she thought about it to much. She was being... nice to people. She agreed to help Caroline with Elena, she agreed to let Noah know everything about her and it was hard for her.

Rebekah wasn't use to having people care about her, so not letting them down, not saying or doing the wrong thing at the wrong time was really weighing on her. One slip up and Caroline would hate her... again. One slip up and Noah would surely dump her again. It was really... taxing to be honest. Rebekah had a hard time remember when she last killed someone. When she last slept with someone for the hell of it. That was something new to her to, being the good girl. Maybe she couldn't complain, for the first time in a long time, people wanted her around.

If she had to change for that, then so be it. But it was just so dang boring! So she found herself at the movie theater. Staring at the showtimes and wondering what to see. She didn't know much about movies now a days, she was in a pine box for 90 years with a dagger in her heart, after all and had a lot of catching up to do. So she didn't even know what she liked. She liked the romantic stuff, and since meeting Noah she had seen Titantic three times. She also needed action and people killing people and blood and gore and that stuff. She could at least live through them.

Rebekah thought that she had settled on a movie but she wasn't certain. She decided to check out the concession stand to see what they had while she made her choice. The popcorn smelled good, really good thanks to her vampire sense of smelling. Sure it didn't work as well on human food as it did blood, but it still magnified the smell quite a bit. She decided she would get a soda, a popcorn and a candy of some kind. That was easy, but she still had no clue what she was gonna watch. She should of read the recaps on line or something.

Rebekah looked to her left hearing some kids cheering another kid on and she watched as the bigger kid knocked the little kid to the ground. Rebekah stood there for a moment, wondering where their parents were. Rebekah saw the kids closing in and the kid that was getting beat up cover himself up to protect himself the best that he could. She got really upset over this for some reason. Probably cause of her brothers, they would always protect her. They were always there for her, even if they didn't always get along, they still loved each other.

Maybe love was to strong a word, but they cared for each other. Rebekah realized this kid had no one that would stick up for him. Rebekah didn't realize it but she was soon standing between the attacking kids and their victim. They stopped dead in their tracks, a grown up was something none of them wanted to deal with, but it wasn't enough to get them to back down and leave the kid alone completely. If she left it like this they would just attack him the moment she left. But just saving the kid wasn't enough for Rebekah anyways, she was quite angry at the kids.

"You need to learn how to pick on someone your own size." Rebekah spoke to them, she knew they wouldn't listen to her advice. "Bad things happen to bad little boys who don't know any better." Rebekah continued, she was far from the best person to talk to on this subject, but she wasn't sure if it was instinct or not to protect this kid. He didn't deserve to get hurt cause some greedy little kids picking on him. "Like this..." Rebekah said, she didn't know why, maybe it was the anger clouding her better judgement, maybe it was boredom, but her next action shocked her.

She bared her teeth, her eyes changing black, her fangs extending and the vein's around her eyes showed. Rebekah growled at the little kids, showing her true face to them. They took off, scattering like a bunch of cockroaches. Some of them ran to tell a lady that they saw a monster, but she of course didn't believe them. Who would believe a bunch of bad little boys anyways? Rebekah's face went back to normal and she had a now satisfied look on her face. It felt... good to do something unselfish, even if it was just saving a little kid from a beating.

She turned to look at the boy she saved glad that her face was normal as she didn't want to scare him too. It didn't make sense for her to scare him, he was just the victim of some bullying. Maybe it wasn't so hard to be good after all, maybe, just maybe Rebekah could pull it off. Sure it was only one little good deed that the kid probably didn't really care enough to thank her for or even remember it, but it still felt good. Rebekah looked down at him and her vampire instincts really kicked in, she could tell he was different, but how so she didn't know.

His smell just didn't seem quite human, and his blood she could tell just by smelling him was not normal. Rebekah really didn't care what he was, he was getting attacked, and that was all that mattered, he could be an alien for all she knew and it didn't matter, at the end of the day, she helped him. No one ever accused Rebekah of being a decent person before, so her actions shocked her quite a bit. So Rebekah being proud of herself was to be expected, if not a little vain on her part, still, you can't blame her for feeling good about it.

Tags: Alexzander "Zan" Hughes
Words: 1067
Notes: So adorable.

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

He as one big ball of tense muscles. He could feel himself shaking, as he held tight to this position. If they wanted to get at his face, like they often did, then he'd have to be stronger, and make sure they did not move his arms. God forbid they had someone hold his arms and legs and another guy punch. That was always the worst. He'd much rather get kicked while he was safe in his ball, where no one could hurt him. Well no a lot of people could hurt him, but it was somehow less demeaning to be in a ball, to not have to look the guy in the face, to not have to watch the fist make contact with your face, To just not see it coming. But the kick never came the punch never came. But Zan could not move, his muscles frozen in place. As if he were stuck like this forever. He knew he'd never be able to move, not without some serious help. That was pretty typical, once he got into his little ball, it was very hard to talk himself out of it. He was a strong kid, so once his muscle locked up, he felt his arm would break off if he let go of the tension and relaxed. Back at the home he's just go invisible, hide in plane sight, and just fall asleep until the danger was over and he was able to relax, of course he'd be super sore for hours after, but it somehow protected him. At least in his mind it did.

All he could think about was just proofing, being anywhere but here. He did not care where he'd go, or what. He just wanted out of this circle. And something seemed to work, he could feel the ground shake as a few people ran off. leaving the circle broken. Those kids who ran would surly pay for that later. But it was not Zan's problem. These kids had a gang mentality. You never run... ever. It was interesting to see gaps in the circle, not that he could see much. But he saw breaks in the light. She could hear a women's voice, but it was far away, very far away. He wanted to reach out for it, find it, see who it belonged to. It sounded nothing like Liz, but in this moment, any women was a mother to him. And he'd go to her, becasue she was safe. Just like Liz.

A growl meet his ears, and he held tight to himself, safe in his little ball. But the moment the sounded started, so did little screams, and the running of feet. They all took off. Zan had to look, he allowed himself to open his eyes again looking though his elbows, he saw long blonde hair in front of him, and he saw something that resembled a face in the reflection of a video game. Zan could not be sure, but it did not look totally.... normal. It was different, different how? He could never describe it. But it was different. Something in the eye area was different.... he could not totally tell from the reflection. But he figured maybe just maybe she was like him. Maybe this was Tess, his mother? Right? Zan had never seen a picture, but he knew she was blonde.

He knew she was very protective of him, and loved him something fierce. But other then that, he knew little about her. Then again, he'd know. He could fell the pull Liz had on him, he could feel his fathers blood, his presence near, near as in being in the same town or state even. But she was not connected to him, he just could not feel that pull, that need, that connection. But he was sure he was about ready to make one. As much as he hated to admit it, as much as he hated being weak, she had saved him. Not from death, maybe from death... no not from death, they'd never kill him, not where there were witnesses. But she had saved him, and that kind of devotion ran deep. That need to protect, he felt it. He felt the energy she put off, it was not the best energy or the most pure, but it sent a very clear message. No one was to touch Zan ever again.

He hoped that message stuck with them. Just as the women began to turn, Zan begun to pull apart his arms, enough to see her. She looked just perfectly normal. Like any other person, only she was super pretty, and maybe if the was 20 years older his heart would start racing. But he was but a kid, and as pretty as see was, she was like his angel. Pretty long blonde hair, just like the movies.

He did not know what came over him, or how he did it. But he stood up as fast as his little feet let him, his sore muscles straining to keep up with his minds demand. Had he been bigger he might have knocked her over. But he was a small child, tinny really, hardly even 50 pounds. He just kind of tackled her, only being so little, it would be more like a lean. He wrapped his arms around her middle, and just squeezed as tight as his arms would allow. If she had been human, and he had not just unlocked his arms, the hug might have hurt her. But in the current situation, it was hardly anything. He just burrowed his face into her stomach, hugging her tight. She was like his angel. And maybe just maybe he'd take her to Liz.

[Rebekah Mikaelson]

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The kid ran up to her leaving Rebekah very little time to react and she felt him hug her around her waist. Rebekah was sure if she were alive right now then he would probably be squeezing the life out of her. Lucky for Rebekah this was not the case as she was in fact a vampire. Rebekah was also sure that if her heart was working and was able to pump blood into her face then she was sure it would be crimson red right now as it was quite embarrassing. The old Rebekah would of probably pushed the kid off of her and yell at him.

Rebekah felt that this would be bad, so staying with the good girl she gently tried to get him to loosen his grip on her as people were staring now. What with the supposed monster running around and now a kid holding on to her that was a lot more attention then Rebekah wanted today. Not that Rebekah didn't love the attention, she craved it, but this was the bad kind, this was the kind that could get a vampire into some serious trouble, on top of that she looked like she was in her late teens early 20s in age, though she really was 1000 years old, so the creepy factor was there to.

Rebekah could play it off that she was his older sister, maybe even pull off being his mother. So she wasn't concerned with someone calling the police on her for being a pedophile. "Ok, ok, easy there." She finally said to him helping him loosen his grip on her and kneeling down to a crouch so that she was eye level to him. Rebekah smiled at him, a genuine smile that very few people got from her, the kid was really quite adorable and Rebekah didn't mind that he was hugging her, it was the people stareing at her that made her uncomfortable.

"What's your name?" Rebekah asked him, as people began to move on as they figured that she was his sister or mother or something so they didn't care anymore. Rebekah didn't really care what they thought her relationship with the kid was, so long as they didn't think she was gonna hurt him. Rebekah had no intention of hurting him, she just saved his life, or maybe that was a little bit of an overstatement, she saved his day at the very least. Rebekah was glad that he was thankful or seemingly so for what she did, and that made her feel even better then before.

"I'm Rebekah. Wheres... wheres your parents?" Rebekah asked him looking around as if they would magically appear before them and pull there son away from her. Having no idea he was an orphan, or whatever you would call it. Rebekah smiled at him again, he was playing a game when the kids attacked him and they must of took his money. She felt bad about this and Rebekah, being a vampire that has been in a family that has lived over a 1000 years had money to spare. She reached into her pocket and held out a 20 dollar bill for him.

"Here, we can play the games together if you want." Rebekah said to him, she had no idea why she was being so nice to him at all. Rebekah would of normally pushed him away and walked away, heck she probably wouldn't of stood up for him in the first place if this had been a few weeks ago, back when Noah and her were not talking and when all she cared about was herself and getting back with Noah. But this was the new and improved Rebekah Mikaelson. Well, she at least thought people would see her as improved right now.

The old her would be running around the theater killing people, drinking their blood dry, and then when she was done having her fun she would walk away leaving a pile of dead bodies in her wake. But that was 100 years ago, she wasn't even that bad when she met Stefan in the 1920's. Rebekah sure liked to have fun, and she did kill, but not that bad. Like most vampires she knew, they went through phases. Stefan for instance, when she knew him he was a ruthless, vicious killing machine, still he had a soft spot for her and clearly felt something. That something was long gone.

Rebekah didn't know if she was going through a phase or not. Noah never asked her to change who she was, but she thought that he would like being with her more if she did try and be a different person. That's all she wanted, was to try. She had little hope that she would stay nice like this. All she knew was looking at Zander's face, she had no desire whatsoever to be mean to him. He was to sweet and precious to be mean to. Rebekah always wanted kids of her own, a family of her own, but being what she was, that was impossible.

"Unless your movie is starting soon? What are you gonna see?" Rebekah asked him if he didn't want to play video games and wanted to watch his movie. Rebekah doubted it was gonna be her kind of movie, but she kind of didn't care. She would watch it with him anyways, and those boys wouldn't dare come up to them and try to take the treats that Rebekah planned on buying him. Candy and popcorn and soda, it would make the other kids jealous but they would be to afraid to do anything about it. If he wanted such treats that is, she wouldn't force him to get it.

Tags: Alexzander "Zan" Hughes
Words: 961
Notes: *Snuggles Zan*

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

Zan was only six years old, so he could pass as her son, if she played it right. Yeah she was young, but she would have been one of them teen mothers. Maybe she just grew into the role. She just had to know how to play it. Zan could care less about people looking, he was just grateful for the beating to be over and done with. At least now he would not have to deal with them. At least not for a while. The threat would soon be forgotten and Zan would be picked on once more. Anyway, there were only a handful of kids to witness this, the others would never believe them. So Zan would still be a target for other kids, and after a while with no retaliation, well. These kids would pick back up with the teasing, or they would be pushed around just like Zan. But for now he's be left alone. That's all he really wanted.

He could feel her attempting to remove his arms from around her, but he just did not want to let go. He did ease up his grip, but his hands were still gripping at her shirt. He figured as soon as he let go, she'd take off. Once she was gone, he was free game once again. It's not like anyone would miss him if he just walked off. He was quiet, and a good kid, almost always overlooked. The conduct kids were always the ones getting into trouble, taking all the attention from Zan. Really, if you were not looking for him, you'd never know he was there. Only when they called role back on the buss would they know he was missing. But by then he'd be long gone.

But he knew he'd have to let got at some point, and with her pulling on his little arms, he gave in, and let go. Even as she bend down, he wanted to just jump in her arm, and beg her to carry him away. But he could not bring himself to do it. Rather he just started to whip at his face, clearing them o the tears, and hopefully erasing any trace of them being there. He made sure to keep his eyes right on the ground where they belonged. He has learned over the months, to never look someone in the eye. Boys took that as a challenger. Boy would fight over something as simple as prolonged eye contact. So Zan kept his eyes on his feet always. Even when he was walking if he was around certain people his eyes and feet would be connected, even if that meant running into things. He'd take the public shame over a beating any day.

".......Zan." It took him a moment, but he managed to answer her, his voice soft, hardly a whisper. He could have guessed what the next question was going to be. But he was not prepared to answer it. He could hardly say daddy's six feet under and moms locked in a white padded room with a straight jacket. Or my real parents, yeah well my bio mom is likely dead, my bio father put me up for adoption and though loves me wants nothing to do with me, and my bio dads girlfriend is the only person who I think loves me, but even she wont take me away from the boys home. Yeah... that's not something he was about to tell her At least not yet. So he shrugged. "Dead" He answered, for she needed an answer. As for his adopted mother, well she was as good as dead. It's not like he'd ever see her again, how she was acting before. He knew she was broken.

He could see the $20 being held out. But Zan did not take it. He tried not to look at it. with that kind of money he could surly get to Liz's house. She'd have to let him in and she would have to keep him right? They could run away together any maybe try and find his dad, or look for his bio mom, assuming she was alive. No one really truly knew. They all just assumed she had died, but Zan was not so sure.

Zan was kind of put on the spot. That was a lot of money. Zan had never seen that much money before. Okay so he had, with his adopted parents. But they always handled it, he never got to touch it, and since his dad died and mamma went crazy all his nice toys were sold or put somewhere he could never touch. Anything he had at the boys home now belonged to other boys. They broke it or took it. So Zan had nothing. That was a lot for Zan to handle. He only had a couple bucks in change before, not a real bill.

He was not sure how to react, so he just kind of stood there, hands at his side, head down, looking around the colorful floor. But never at her and he tried very hard to avoid that money. He was a good kid, and he'd never steal it. But he wanted it, very much. Again he just kind of shrugged. Did he want to see the movie? Why not? A movie was a movie, though he had no idea what he was being made to watch, what the boys home had deemed appropriate from well him. Seeing as he was the youngest here, the boys would have to suffer though a child's movie age appropriate to the youngest member. Yet another reason for the boys to dislike him. With Zan around they could see a PG-13 movie, maybe. But nope they were stuck with G, maybe MAYBE PG.

Of course the games sounded fun. But he was never really going to play the games. He was just going to spend .50 cents just to make it look like he spend all his money. Make it look like he was out of money, so he could use that money to get to Liz. So whichever it was, he did not really care, he wanted that money for a buss ticket to Liz... where ever she was. He's never had to take a buss before, not even to school, his mom used to drop him off out side the class room. So he was not sure how a buss or a taxi would work. He'd seen it on a movie once, a taxi you get in and tell them where you want to go. That would be easy. He'd just say he wanted to go to Liz's house and the Taxi man would take him. He just had to find a taxi. And with the bus you get on pay and wait until it magically takes you where you need to go without telling the buss driver how to get there. Perfect. But again he'd have to find a buss.

Now if he could only get that money, find a magic Buss and get to Liz's house. That would be more then perfect.

[Rebekah Mikaelson]

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Rebekah could tell that he was quite the shy one. Rebekah just thought that it was adorable. She had always wanted kids, 1000 years ago when she was human all she really wanted was to meet a guy, fall in love, get married to him and have kids, have as many kids as her parent's had, which they had 7. Those dreams were shattered when her father and mother did the spell to make her and her 4 remaining brothers into the first vampires. Rebekah knew that her parent's were just trying to protect them from the werewolf's. That didn't mean it upset her anymore.

"Zan, that's a cute name..." Rebekah said then trying to think of something. "...You can call me Bekah." Rebekah said hoping that would get him to be a little less shy. Rebekah hated when someone called her a shortened version of her name, always enough to kill someone if they called her it. But Rebekah wanted Zan to feel comfortable. Maybe he wouldn't understand the symbolic nature of her allowing him to call her Bekah, he was only a little kid after all. But to Rebekah it meant quite a bit, she had never allowed anyone to call her Bekah before.

His next response broke Rebekah's heart. His parent's were dead. Rebekah kind of understood what he was going through, her parents were dead to. Well, one of them was, her mother Esther was killed almost 1000 years ago by her brother Nik, or Klaus, everyone called him a shortened version of his true name of Niklaus, depending on who you were. Elijah, their other brother and Rebekah called him Nik and everyone else seemingly called him Klaus. Their father, the bastard that he was, the one responsible for what they were, hunted her and Nik for almost 900 years.

Rebekah didn't know where Mikael, their father was, he hadn't come after them in awhile. She was thankful for that, as all they did for 900 years was run from him. "My parents are gone too." Rebekah told him. It wasn't entirely the truth, but Mikael, wherever he was, was no father to Rebekah anyways, not anymore. So in her mind, it was true. Rebekah could tell that he felt uncomfortable around the money. That was ok, she decided to put it back in her pocket since he didn't want to take it. It may have been only money to Rebekah, but it seemed to mean more to him.

"Hey, its ok, you can look at me." Rebekah said lifting his chin up to help him meet look into her eyes. Rebekah just found it adorable that he didn't want to look at her, that he was to shy to, or maybe it was another reason all together, she didn't know. He was brave enough to hug her, but he didn't want to look at her face. "I don't bite." Rebekah said, realizing that there was a ton of irony in that statement she couldn't help but smile to herself. Rebekah bit, she bit a lot of people, but she wouldn't bite Zan, not for anything in the world would she attempt to bite him.

Rebekah has been accused of being many things, evil, mean, love struck, bitchy, but to hurt a kid? Not even Rebekah was that cold. Truth was Zan was really really breaking the ice around her heart. Zan was so adorable and lovable she really felt bad for him, She was sure Zan didn't want her pity, but here she was this girl that back in the 1920s helped her brother Nik and then lover Stefan kill innocent people for fun. All she cared about back then was having fun, and that meant some really bad stuff happening to and around innocent people.

And here she was melting over a little kid she hardly knew. All she knew was she liked it, she liked being like this, whatever it was, she wasn't sure where these instincts were coming from. "So, who is taking care of you then?" Rebekah asked him, surely he wasn't completely alone. Rebekah didn't want him to be thinking about that so she decided to change the subject. "Hey, lets get me a ticket to see your movie, we will load up on popcorn and candy and anything else you want." Rebekah offered she just wanted him to have a good time.

"Come on." Rebekah said gently to Zan, as she stood up to her full height and held out her hand for Zan to take. Rebekah smiled at him. She didn't really know why she cared so much. Rebekah shouldn't care, she should of walked away a long time ago, or better yet, not have done anything in the first place. She had never done anything like this before. Yeah she was trying to be a better person for Noah and her new found friends, if they can be called friends. But when she did it, she was not thinking about that, all she was thinking about was how unfair it was for this kid being picked on.

Rebekah felt that he was probably in some kind of boys home or something. She didn't know what they were called or like now a days, but she heard horrible stories about them in the 1700s and 1800s. Back then they would work the kids to the bone, feed them very little. It was nothing more then a glorified slave trade back then. She knew that they couldn't possibly be that bad now a days, but that didn't mean they were great places. Rebekah wished to take him from that life to give him a good life, but she knew one thing, and it broke her heart the most.... It couldn't be with her.

As much as Rebekah wanted to adopt him, she knew it would be bad. Just thinking about it broke her heart even more. If she adopted him, Zan would grow up and eventually grow old and pass away, and that would never happen to Rebekah, she would remain forever young, and she couldn't bare to see that happen to him. Nor would she wish him to be a vampire like her, on top of that, she didn't even know what he was in the first place. If she could even turn him into a vampire if she wanted to, but she didn't want to anyways. She will just have to find someone for him.

Rebekah had a new goal. And once she set her mind to something, she would see it through, and no one would stop her.

Tags: Alexzander "Zan" Hughes
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Notes: This is one of my Fav threads right now.

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

Zan nodded sadly. Offering a small smile in return. He did not understand the true nature of her allowing him to call her by a nick name. But he saw that this was far from easy for her. But he would honor her request and call her Bek. Sure it was a little different, but it was different like his name. He liked his name cuz he was different just like his name. And she was different just like her name, so it fit. It would be like their own little secret, their own little club. Sure everyone called him Zan, but not many people got the privileged of hearing him speak. When Zan first showed up at the home, they were sure he was slow in one way or another, a doctor tried to say he was mute, until he spoke up. But still. Whenever Zan spoke he seemed to get in trouble. So normally he kept quiet, people over looked him that way, left him alone really. So he figured that was a good trade off. He wished Liz was here to meet Bek. They could take him away together. Liz said she was going to need help. Bek could help. He knew she could.

"Do you miss your parents?" He could not help but ask. This might have been a very sensitive subject, one he was not sure he himself was ready to talk about. But he kind of wanted to know more. Maybe if she missed her mommy too, then it would be okay that he missed his, even if she did go crazy putting him here. If she could only hold it together long enough, then maybe he'd still be at home sleeping next to her in bed when he was scared, and helping her get better. But no she left him. She went all crazy. Still was it okay to miss them? He was not sure. The doctors said it was okay to miss them. But what did they know? They likely still had their parents, not that they would talk to him about any of that anyway.

He allowed her to lift his chin, his eyes following the move, meeting her eyes. He offered another small half smile. He liked her. He liked her a lot, and he wanted to ask if maybe she could take him home with her. No one would miss him. Really. By the time they did, he'd be long gone. Zan did not understand how illegal that was. But she could take him to Liz. When she said she did not bite, Zan cracked a huge smile, even laughed a bit. He was a very special kid, and though he did not know what he was saying, or why. He knew she did bite, and that she would bite if she had to. He was safe from her bite. But he saw the irony in her eyes, and he found it pretty funny. "Yes you do! Silly!" He said a little more free with his giggles now. Nothing like a good joke to bring Zan out of his shell. One thing he would not understand is the confusion on her face, she'd surly want to know how he knew it was ironic. He just did. It was part of being what he was.

Look him in they eye, you cant lie to him. He'd be able to tell. It's one of those freaky powers he surly had, that he really did not know he had yet. After his little giggle fit died down he was able to answer her next question. "I'm at the boys home, I have to share a room with 6 other boys. So I sleep under my bed, so they can't find me." Zan nodded more cheerful less fearful. He spoke as if this was totally normal thing to do, and for him it was. He did not know how unnormal this was. He just figured it was apart of growing up like he herd the doctors say to others. "Um..." Zan said he wanted to tell her he really did not want to go see the movie that he wanted to run away. But she just seemed to happy at the idea, and he did not want to break her heart, so he nodded, going along with it. They still had time. Lots of time.

So when she stood up and offered her hand he took it without question. He could go alone with it. Maybe they could sneak out half way through the movie. Maybe he could just leave? He was still working everything out in his mind. But he just knew he would not be missed. At least the bruise on his side was going to heal quickly with sugar. So he would not have to feel that pain. It hurt to move, hurt really bad to move, which was why he was generally very still. Not moving much. But here came the moving. So here Zan went. He of course took his time getting started. But once he got moving it was easier. He could already feel himself healing. He half wondered if anything was broken in there. Any which way it would heal itself soon enough. It always did.

((It's pretty great! I have to save it for last or I'll never post in my other threads lol. I'm thinking it might be interesting if you take Zan then Liz is gonna freak when he goes missing from the boys home. And it could be an interesting plot twist. That would also put TVD and Roswell people together. I think I'll talk to Britt about it a bit later (If your okay with it. We can talk more about it over PM).... on my next day off, whenever that might be.))

[Rebekah Mikaelson]

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Rebekah smiled at him, Zan finally said more then a word or two to her. Yeah he seemed to be shy, and the fact that he warmed up enough to her to ask her a question, even that question made her feel really good. "He speaks." Rebekah said to him, she didn't mean to sound like she was teasing him, she was just glad to hear it. She frowned though at the question. Truth was, she really didn't miss them. She had 1000 years to get over them, at least who her true parent's were back then, they changed, just like she did, and not for the better either.

"Not anymore. I did for the longest time. I hope you don't think I am cold for thinking that way." Rebekah told him. "Can I tell you a secret?" Rebekah asked him with a smile. She knew he would keep this secret, he didn't seem to talk much anyways. "I am over 1000 years old." She told him. She can tell that Zan was a pretty smart kid for his age, so he would know that someone being 1000 years old was not a common every day thing. "Don't tell anyone ok? I trust you." Rebekah added, she also knew that secrets were a good way to gain trust, even with someone as young as Zan.

"So I have had a long time to get over them. It took me ages to." She told him truthfully. She could tell it was because he missed his parent's too, so she didn't want him to think that she got over them overnight. She wanted Zan to know that it was ok to still miss them for Zan, her on the other hand would be to weird if she still missed her parents after this long and after what they did to her. "How old are you?" Rebekah asked him, hoping that with her being so open that it would open him up and trust her more. Rebekah really liked being around him, she couldn't describe it.

Somehow he guessed that her statement wasn't completely true. Rebekah knew Zan was different, but he wondered if he could read minds or something. "And how do you know that silly?" Rebekah asked him with a huge smile. Rebekah liked the fact that they already kinda had an inside joke. Even one as dark as this one could be. Rebekah felt comfortable about it as it didn't seem to bother him. If it made Zan upset she would deny it some more. But he seemed perfectly fine about it. "I do bite, a lot. I just would never bite you." She said, but something told her Zan already knew that.

Zan seemed to be opening up to her a lot more, which she was happy about. Rebekah didn't want him to be shy around her cause he had no reason to be. Zan's next response broke Rebekah's heart. Rebekah's assumption of him living at a boys home or something was correct. She knew the stuff about him being a slave there was completely outdated, that was a practice back in the 1700's and 1800's. Besides Zan didn't seem to be scared of the adults that took care of him, or seemingly lack there of. He seemed fine around adults, though Rebekah would be the first to admit she wasn't much of an adult.

Still, it seemed his problem lay with the other kids. Rebekah guessed that he was one of the younger ones in the home, and possibly one of the smallest too. It made her feel really sad. Rebekah would hate these emotions of hers if they didn't feel good sometimes. Rebekah frowned at him. "You know, I hid under my bed too when I was a kid." Rebekah told him, it was the truth too. "You see, when my family moved here there were monsters. I got really scared a lot. Could you imagine? Me being scared?" Rebekah asked him with a smile hoping that he would understand what she was saying.

She hated those memories. Hearing the wolfs howl in the night, jumping out of bed and hiding under it like it would protect her. One of her brothers, hopefully Henrik or Elijah, would find her hiding and try to calm her down. If it was Kol or Finn they would make fun of her for being a coward even though they were just as scared as she was at the werewolf's in the next village. Nik never found her hiding. Rebekah just wanted him to know that even the bravest of people got scared from time to time. Rebekah hadn't gotten scared in a long time, as there was little that could hurt her.

The last time she got scared was when their father tracked them down in the 20's. But Nik daggered her and she woke up 90 years later with Mikael no where to be found. She giggled when Zan took her hand. "Rebekah led Zan to the line so she can get a ticket for herself. From there she led him over to the concession stand. She could tell he was a little slow, probably from being knocked down, but she could tell he would heal. She didn't know why, she just knew that before long he would be fine. She was like him in that respect, she could be in a huge explosion and survive it, maybe he wasn't that lucky, but, he was different then most people, and that was why Rebekah liked him so much.

Tags: Alexzander "Zan" Hughes
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Notes: KK yeah, we will see, its up to Britt, as she plays Rebekah's Ship on here and they have already had a lot of drama, so if Noah gets mad at Rebekah when he finds out Zan belongs to Max/Liz, thats the last thing they need, lol. But I am all for it if everything works out in the end. It would be fun cause the TVD people don't know about aliens and the Roswell peeps don't know about vampires, so it would be a good way to sort of thrust the two worlds together. PM me when you can and tell me what Britt Thinks and we can talk it over, hehe.

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

Zan nodded a small smile. He did speak, he spoke really well for a six year old. But again speaking almost always got him in trouble, so he just kept his mouth shut. Anyway if you said nothing at all and allowed people to come up with their own ideas, well then you did not have to lie about anything. You kept quiet and people would fill in the blanks by themselves. Usually they were very very wrong. Every now and again someone would guess right, but he only had to smile before they would change their mind. But talking always got one in trouble.

At least she had missed her parents. He did not know when they had died, but it still gave him some hope. So it was okay to miss his parents, both biological and adopted. Yet at the same time, the guilt and sorrow he felt for his adopted parents would pass. Right? She said it herself. She had missed them, but she had gotten over it. He'd make a mental note to ask her more about that later. But her can you keep a secret comment sparked his interested more then anything. "I'm a good secret keeper." He responded, eager to be blessed with whatever information he was about to receive. Secrets were not told often, and to be a keeper of one of her secrets could very well be the highest honor anyone could get. He was not so sure. But if had only told his secrets to one person, that person was Liz, his kind of new adopted mother... maybe. But even she did not have the full story.

His little eye brows pulled together in the middle. Had he herd her right? That was an interesting thing to hear. 1,000 was a very big number. Zan was not so sure he could even count that high. He could try... but he was sure he'd stop once he got to 100 or so. Then it just got repetitive. At least now the puzzle was kind of solved. Her parents could not have lived pass 100 years right? People died pretty young... so her looking so young but being so old. It was confusing. But somewhere in his mind it made sense. He'd never have 900 years to get over the guilt he had, his adopted mother going crazy, his adopted fathers death. He hoped it would not take him very long to get over it. But maybe she could help, speed up the process to.

That just brought up more questions. She clearly was like him, from another planet. Maybe her power was not aging and living forever? Liz had said something about everyone having their own special power. That must be her power. "Okay." He said nodding. He could keep that a secret. The only person he'd want to tell would be Liz and he had no idea how to find her. Other then that he had no one to tell. He did not trust anyone really. Just Liz and now Bek. Zan was still trying to work some things out in his mind. Like what her power really was, and why she looked so young. He had one memory of Liz and Max, his step mother so to say and biological father. He had it forever, a memory so clear one that would never ever fade, one he thought about often at night. He saw Liz not long ago, and she had aged a few years. That was the problem, how could she look so young. If she was super old looking as she said she was 1000 years old, he'd believe. Not that he did not trust that. But his mind was trying to connect the dots. Not an easy thing to do.

"Um. Six." He answered his mind getting a little more clear as it still tried to work out the logic in this whole thing. Then again he himself did not make sense. But still, he aged, everyone aged. Why was she forever young?Or old... or youngish, or whatever she was. She was old to him, but he was only six so an 8 year old was old. Age was all relative, but still 1000 years. He was not sure he understood the concept of 100. He was not sure he saw 1000 anything. A year was hard enough concept to understand as it was yet alone 1000. But he figured it did not really matter. Nothing really changed. "And I can be invisible." He commented. That was his special thing, according to Liz. He was not sure if it was the same thing, but he figured they were some how connected. He could be invisible and she did not age. Same thing right?

"Cuz of your teeth" He said showing off his own teeth and tapping them lightly. He again was not sure he knew why. He just did. She was different, she was old she was special. He knew that little I don't bite was a big old fib. But. He could not really answer that question he just knew her teeth were different. Not now, but they had been at some point. He just kind of knew things. She was different and that was okay. But he just did not know how different. "But your nice. So it's okay." He added, trying to explain how he knew she would not hurt him. Again he just kind of knew. He felt safe with her, just like he felt with Liz. He felt protected around both these women. He knew he would not get hurt. He also knew that if anything bad was going to happen, Liz would have seen it and she's save him. She said she saved his daddy once. So Liz was good too.

"Did they hurt you too?" He asked, though he was talking about the other kids, it could be taken in more then one way. He figured everyone had to live in a home like this at one point in their lives. So maybe she had to live in a play with all girls, and he assumed that she got hurt too. Maybe she was quiet also and they picked on her, and she had to hide under the bed to get away from them. "Monsters can't get you under the bed." He added. "Or under the covers." He tried to reassure her, though he was certain she already knew all this. He also did not really pick up on the comment abut her being frighten. Everyone had to be scared once in their life. He was no monster, but he had powers, he knew little about them, but he knew enough that he could be very very bad boy. But still he was scared. He was scared a lot. She had to have been also. Maybe not so much anymore because she was big now, but when she was little like him, she was scared.

((So no word yet. I'll try talking to her again tomorrow.))

[Rebekah Mikaelson]

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Rebekah was glad that Zan didn't take the comment as to much of a tease. Though it was a little bit of a tease. Rebekah smiled at him, very few people made her smile like this, and even fewer people were not lovers of hers at some point. Zan really knew how to melt the ice she had around her heart, metaphorically speaking of course. Rebekah didn't feel like such a bitch when she was around him. Rebekah didn't know if she would be able to describe that feeling to Zan since he is so young, a lot of stuff she said to him probably went over his head, maybe if she knows him when he is older she will be able to convey those feelings to him.

"That is good, as it is a really big secret. If some people find out they might try to hurt me. So now I need you to protect me, ok." Rebekah told him, hoping he would understand. Zan seemed to be really concentrating on it, on how it was possible that she was so old but looked like a young adult still. Rebekah thought he was really cute when he was thinking about it and it made her smile. Of course her goal wasn't to confuse him, it was to entrust him with something that a lot of people didn't know. "Don't worry about it, I will tell you more about it when you get older." Rebekah told Zan finally, not wanting him to dwell on it to long.

She smiled when Zan finally told her his own age. 6 years old. Rebekah couldn't tell really. He was really smart for a 6 year old. "Wow, I would of guess 9, you are really smart, you know that." Rebekah told him with a smile. Zan would probably grow up to become some kind of super genius or something. He really was a bright kid and Rebekah was glad as he is the kind of person that might change the world, even though she wasn't 100% certain he was a person. He looked human, and she could tell he had blood in his veins, just it smelled different. Put it this way, in 1000 years, Rebekah has never smelled anything like him before.

It kind of messed with her senses to smell his blood and it confused her. So Rebekah tried not to smell it, instead focusing on the people around them. The kid told her the reason he knew that she bite was cause of her teeth. Rebekah felt them real fast thinking her fangs were still showing, but they weren't. "Did you see my... face? Before?" She asked him, he really was a brave kid if he saw her face and wasn't running away in fear. "I'm sorry, I didn't want you to see that." She told him, Rebekah never said she was sorry to anyone, that showed how bad she felt about him seeing it. She looked around and noticed a lot of reflective services, he must of seen it in those.

Rebekah sighed. "Thank you." Rebekah told him when he said she was nice. Rebekah was glad that he didn't think she was a horrible monster cause of her face. That would break her heart if he thought not nice things about her. "There are times when I wasn't so nice." Rebekah informed him, she wanted him to know that she had her faults like a lot of vampires did. The trip to the concession stand was less eventful but they finally got there. Rebekah looked down at him with a smile. "So, anything you want, I will buy it for you." Rebekah told him, she didn't know what he would want, what kids liked, but she did know candy, sugar and salt were all favorites among them.

Rebekah sighed, she didn't know what she meant by they, she assumed he meant the monsters that Rebekah referred to. "They hurt my brother Henrik, my father then tried to protect us. Thankfully they never got to me." Rebekah told him with a frown. Her poor brother Henrik. Him and Nik just had to go and get Henrik killed. Rebekah still remembers holding her brothers lifeless body. "That is true, but you know what, monsters can't hurt me anymore." Rebekah told him, glad that she could share her secret of once being scared with him. Rebekah never told the story about hiding under her bed to anyone before.

"And now that I am around, they can never hurt you either." Rebekah told him. The only thing that would send Rebekah into a fit of fear is her father right now, and for some reason, she knew that he was not coming after her. Rebekah would protect Zan from anything right now, bullies being the lowest on the totem pole of enemies. Rebekah carried their snacks to their seats for them. They were quite early and it seemed the movie didn't start for another 20 mins or so, but it would give them more time to talk anyways, so it didn't matter to Rebekah that they were early. She smiled at him as they sat in their chairs.

"So Zan, tell me a secret about yourself." Rebekah asked him. She shared a pretty big secret with him and she wanted to know more about him. Specifically what he was. Rebekah wondered if Zan even knew what he was. Zan knew he was different, that much was known by Rebekah, she just couldn't tell if he knew why he was different. Rebekah knew he might not be comfortable sharing a secret so she decided to make him a deal. "I will tell you another big secret of mine if you tell me your biggest secret." Rebekah informed him with a smile.

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

Zan understood a lot more then he lead on. He understood a lot, he knew more then he seemed to know, he's seen a lot. Shoot he saw his mothers mind break before his eyes, he herd of his fathers death. He saw a memory of his biological father from when he was a month old. He could do weird things, he understood more then he allowed himself to show. Just because he did not want to draw any attention to himself. He was a six year old, and he needed to act like it. He needed to be totally average, maybe even a little slow. That way no one would question the things he does. If weird things go on around him, no one would notice, for he was totally unremarkable on a day to day bases. So if she wished to explain these feeling, he would do his best to understand. At least they had that in common. With Bek he felt normal. More then that... he felt loved. That was a feeling he only held as a memory. He did not feel that way in a very very long time. And he just wanted to be with her. He felt that she could teach him what he needed to know, show him that the world was not all bad. That you could wake up in the morning and be happy. Look forward to the day, rather then hide away from it.

"I can do that." Zan perked up, smiling a bit more. Zan was a good protector. He protected himself. He could tell when things were different or weird. He could not see the future, not even close, but he could tell when the air shifted, when emotions were out of control. He could tell something was up. He could keep her safe. And Liz could help. She saw the future. She could keep Bek safe too, Zan just had to take her to his future adopted mother, ish lady. Well she was as close to a mother as he could get right now. Though it's been a while since he had seen her. Hopefully that could change. Zan just nodded to her comment. He'd be told when he was older, story of his life. But that was okay. He could wait. He'd be older tomorrow.

Zan nodded. "I read better then anyone at the house." Zan added a pit prideful now, at least it was the first time he showed any bit of pride in himself. He liked the fact that he was smart and that he could handle himself, and that he spoke correctly and that he knew lots of things. Zan read a lot, it was his escape, and after his fathers death, he had to grow up an take care of himself, once he was placed in that boys home, it was out smart the older kids or be beaten. So he did what he had to do. Zan of course was naturally smart. Being a hybrid surly helped that. He grew at a normal rate, but he just remembers a lot more the he should have. He learned quickly. He knew how to dumb himself down. He just did not want to hide with Beks.

"Noo." Zan said his smile growing, like it was one big secret he did not want to tell her. Almost like a little game. He did not know how he knew, he just kind of knew. He could not tell her how even if he tried. He just knew it had something to do with her teeth. He's never come in contact with anyone like her, so he had nothing to base this off of. But he knew she was safe. He just knew that she could bite, she would bite (not him) and she could do some damage. But he was not scared of her. She was nice, and she would protect him as much as he'd protect her and her secrets. "Why?" Zan asked, confused at why she was sorry. She did not have to be sorry for whom she was. Even if her teeth were funny, though they were preferably straight now. But still she had nothing to be sorry about.

"But your nice now." Zan added not so sure he understood where this was going. She was not nice in the past, that was okay. People change. He could tell by the memory he had of his father. He understood that his father was giving him up becasue he had to, not because he wanted to, and that Zan would always be loved by him. But still, people made mistakes. Like Zan's bio dad giving him up for adoption. That was a mistake. Liz had said so only in less words.

He was not really paying attention to where they were, or where they were going. But when he stepped up to a counter that he was much too short to see over, he just looked up at her. He was not sure what they had. But He knew what he liked. He was not a sweets kind of person. Rather he liked spicy, really spicy. Hot sauce kind of spicy. Sad part was they did not carry that kind of stuff at the boys home, so everything he ate was pretty flavorless.

But when he turned to see a big pile of boxed candies, he reached for the only thing he liked. Hot Tamales "3 ALARM". Not something a child might pick up. But he liked the spice. It was his most favorite thing. "Can I have this?" He asked holding the box up to Bek, hoping for a green light. The more spicy the better. He'd likely poor the thing in his pop corn if she let him. That would at least give the pop corn a little kick.

"Oh..." Zan responded. "Good." He added nodding his head. At least she was safe. He felt bad for her family, but he assumed they died a long time ago also. Which was sad, but she said she got over it, cuz she's been alive for a very very long time. "Do you have a special blanket to keep the monsters away too?" He asked, thinking that she simply had a blanket with her all the time, and when monsters came to her she just put in on and everything was okay. Again Monsters cant get you when your under a blanket, he firmly believed that. Just like being under a bed was the safest place in the world.

Zan offered a smile to her for her words. He had saw that first hand, that she would protect him. He was not worried about the monsters anymore. But if he was at the boys home then how was she going to protect him? You cant protect someone if they are not with you at all times. Did that mean she was going to take him home? Did that mean he did not have to go back to that place? Was she really going to take him home? He really did not want to get his hopes up, but he wanted to believe so badly that she'd take him away.

Zan just smiled as they sat in their seats. He was not sure what to call it, or how to talk about it, so rather he stood on his knees on the seat, looked around the very empty theater, and touched her shirt, the second his hand came in contact with her shirt the color changed to a very bright yellow shirt, and it continued to change colors, flashing lightly in the dim light. "And I'm invisible." Zan said though he was not sure he could just show her that. That took more out of him then anything. But changing colors, that was very easy. He did that in his sleep, no really, he'd fall asleep on a dull white blanket and he'd wake up to a bright blue one. The people at the boys home thought he stole it once. But he usually turned it back before anyone noticed. He would gladly tell her all his secrets. She did not have to share anymore of hers. He already felt safe.

[Rebekah Mikaelson]

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"Thank you." Rebekah whispered to him in response. Rebekah could tell that even though he was only a little kid, at least on the outside, that he was brave enough for his age. The problem was when older, stronger kids ganged up on him he could do little but curl into a ball and hope they go away. Rebekah didn't really need physical protection from anyone. More times then not, they needed physical protection from her. What she needed from Zan now was trust, an emotional protection. Rebekah couldn't imagine Zan trying to protect her in a fight, nor did she want him to.

She felt bad when Zan seemed upset that she wouldn't tell him more. Rebekah wanted to tell Zan more, but it was a story filled with sex, murder, and all that good stuff. Stuff a 6 year old didn't need to hear. Sure Rebekah could leave all that out, but some points being left out just might cause Zan more confusion. Rebekah didn't even know how long she will know him for. She may never see him again after today for all she knew, but she promised him she would explain the whole story when he was ready, and she would keep that promise if she could.

She smiled at Zan. She could tell he was very proud of the fact that he was smarter then the other kids. Rebekah couldn't remember the last time she was truly proud of herself, not counting helping Zan today of course. Her doing good things just never happened on a regular bases. When they did happen, she usually felt proud of herself to the point that it was almost overboard proudness. "That's good. What kind of books do you read?" Rebekah asked him, she was really curious about what he was reading right now just cause he could real higher grade books.


"Because I don't want to scare you. I don't want you to think I am a monster, Zan." Rebekah told him with a shy smile. Rebekah knew that she would haunt those other kids nightmares for weeks, maybe even months. That was fine by her, they deserve it for picking on Xan like that, but he didn't deserve it. Rebekah would feel really bad if her face gave Zan just one nightmare over the next 100 years. She has grown quite fond and attached to Zan in this short amount of time already. It might have been silly, but it kind of how Rebekah was.

"Aww, Thanks." Rebekah told him when she said that she was nice now. It seemed like Zan was able to overlook the bad stuff she did and forgive her for it. Of course he was only 6, and if he knew some of the bad stuff she did, maybe he would be singing a different tune. What was his idea of bad she wondered. He seemed to be really smart, but there was no way of knowing how much he knew about that kind of stuff. Rebekah wasn't about to go and asked him, he thought she was nice, and that made her feel good, maybe when he was older she would tell him, once he sees she is not like that anymore.

Rebekah smiled when he handed her the candy asking for it. "Sure, You can have anything you like." Rebekah told him, she thought that he might regret wanting them later, but it was fine, it didn't matter to her, it was only money to her. Not that she went around throwing it away or anything, but at the end of the day, she really didn't need it. Rebekah really didn't know how to explain this situation. Maybe she saw Zan as the brother she never had, as she was unsatisfied with how her real brothers treated her. Maybe she saw him as a son and it was motherly instincts that were kicking in.

"No, I wish it were that simple." Rebekah told him with a smile. Rebekah wished that it was only a blanket protecting her. Rebekah could picture Zan dragging around a blanket and holding a teddy bear. It made Rebekah giggle at the thought, geez, she was acting like such a girl right now. She really did wonder where her muse for doing bad, sexy things was now a days. Maybe it was for the best? After all, Rebekah still had a mouth on her that says the worst things at the worst times, that would have to be good enough for her, she kind of had 900 years of badness already, that was enough.

"Nothing can hurt me because of what I am... My face, my teeth. Its a blessing and a curse." Rebekah, told him, not knowing how much of that statement he would understand, but she knew Zan would understand enough of it to get by. She was glad that he believed her when she said that she would protect him. Most people, when Rebekah said something like that, scoffed and laughed at her. They wouldn't believe her as far as they can throw her. Rebekah needed people to believe her right now, more importantly, for people to believe in her after all that happened with Noah and his sister.

The truth was, Rebekah really wanted to take him away. Rebekah wouldn't be able to adopt him, as she has been technically dead for the better part of 1000 years, but she could just take him. It was a bad thought she knew it, but if no one cared about him, and he was better off with her, a notion she found to be questionable at best, then what harm would it do? Would they miss him? Would they even care? Rebekah knew nothing of raising a child, but Noah worked with children, it was his job, surely he could give her some pointers if she asked him.

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind then Zan started changing the color of her shirt. She almost jumped at first, not of fear, but of shock. Rebekah had seen so much nothing shocked her anymore, but this did. She just watched Zan do it a few more times. "Cool..." Rebekah said softly to him, she knew he was special, she just didn't know he was this special. She smiled at him when he said he could turn invisible. Rebekah thought maybe he was pretending or he meant he was good at hiding before. But now? Now Rebekah thought he was serious, that he could just completely turn invisible whenever he wanted to.

Rebekah nodded, she made a deal to tell him a secret if he told her one. She thought for a few moments of an appropriate one she could tell him, but she was a little discombobulated by his actions. She was not expecting it. Rebekah smiled. "OK, guess what, I can't die. Nothing can kill me." Rebekah told him with a smile, it was almost becoming a competition at this point on who was more impressive. But Rebekah thought he was amazing, and he deserved to be treated better then how he was being treated in that boys home, that was for sure.

"I will tell you another secret..." Rebekah said to him quietly. "...I want to take you from the boys home. Is that ok with you?" Rebekah asked him quietly.

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

It was okay that she did not just open up to him. He could understand that some things were better left unsaid. something he was better off just not knowing. All that was okay. He was more upset with the concept of being told he was too young. He was young, of course he got that. But he might just understand if you spoke to him. A lot of adults had the same ideas, and tones when speaking with him. He may be a kid, but he was not stupid. He understood a lot more then he lead on. He may be quiet but he was not dumb. He might be shy, but he was not anti social. He was just who he was, he was fighting to find a place where he could be himself with no worry, no care. Where it was okay to change the color of his outfit because he felt like it. Where it was okay to brighten up a room because he felt sad in it. He just wanted to be normal. He knew this would never happen, which lead it all back to not being told he could not understand something. He could understand just fine. It did not mean he cared.

"Um. I read lots of books. I have A House of night book and A Mortal Instruments book that I'm reading. " He added with a small shrug. Most if not all the books he chooses to read have some kind of supernatural feel to them. There is always something supernatural in them. The reason behind this was he was trying to put a name to what he was. And if he read about a gift like his own in a book then maybe that meant it was real. He knew a lot of people would write basses off of things they knew. How can you write about something you don't know. So he figured the more books he read, he was bound to come across something like him, and maybe just maybe he'd figure out who he was, what he could do and why he was so special. Liz did not have a lot of answers for him. She just said he had powers, though she could not say what they were, she also said that he came from the stars. But he hardly understood that.

"But your nice." Zan repeated. "Not scary." He added with a small laugh thinking the whole thing was totally ridiculous. Sure she could be scary. But Zan just had a feeling that she'd never be anything but a protector for him. So he had no reason to be scared of her. Even if she could suck the blood right out of him. Still. He could not see that. Even if he saw her beat a man to death and then suck him dry, he would not fear her, but fear the action. Never her. She was too..... pure? Was that the word? no... She was honest, she was to protective by nature to be feared. Unless of course you were on the other end of her teeth. But Zan knew, he just knew she would never bit him. She might kiss him on his little forehead or something but never ever bitten.

"Oh." Zan said his face getting all scrunched up as he thought about this. Surly she could not keep her bed in her pocket. That was just crazy. He understood that monsters were real, then again what 6 year old thought a monster was made up? So he did not fully understand the concept of a real monster. Anyway in the books he read the monsters were.... nice. Or the heroes really. Like Twilight the monster loved a human and was a good monster fighting the bad ones away. She was just the good monster who made all the bad ones go away. Sure she was a 'monster' but you could be a good, nice kind loving monster too. Not every monster was out for blood. Though if he only knew, that's all she was really out for, by nature of course.

Her little vision was not far off, not far off at all. When he was at home, his adopted parents home, the only home he really knew, apart from his boys home. He used to always carry a blanket around, some kind of stuffed animal being held tight to his chest, as he wondered around the house, thumb in mouth, causing trouble. When he wanted to be left alone he'd throw that blanket over his head and become invisible. Only in Zan's case he really did become invisible. The blanket and bear as well. Zan was also the BEST at hide and go seek, he always won, hands down. Best hider of them all. But that was before he understood his power. Still when the lights go out Zan transforms into the cutest little child ready for battle with his teddy his flash light and blanket. It all made him safe, which made him happy, which allowed him to sleep.

"Oh." Zan responded. He still was a little lost. He knew she was not normal, but he figured she was more like him. And he could be hurt. As seen not long ago. Of course everything was all healed up nice now. But still. He got hurt. Why could she not get hurt. It was... interesting, and had he been cynical he might have tried to pinch her to see. But his mind was not able to go to such a place. He was too pure for that. Though that boys home would surly change him sooner or later if he was not taken from it.

Zan jumped when she jumped. He at first thought she was scared of him, and he feared she might run away. Next thought was she must think he was a freak, maybe she would send him away. All these different emotions passed by him. He was just waiting to know how he should react, how he should feel, that he just kind of froze, her shirt in a bit of a frenzy of colors, unchanging. He took a lot of clues from her. If she started acting weird, he'd surly thing he was a bad boy and never ever do it again.

He was that child who fell down and busted up his knee, he'd just sit there stunned until an adult came over. He'd feed off of them. If the adult made this massive deal out of it, he would surly cry and not be able to walk on it, and be totally in pain. But if the adult picked him up brushed him off and sent him on his way, he'd hardly notice anything at all. He feed off of other peoples reaction. Kind of the how bad is it deal. You say it's bad it must be BAD! So he just waited for her reaction before he decided how he felt about all this too.

When she smiled, he too smiled. and he let his power flow again changing her shirt color back to it's original color, only it was a lot brighter, newer looking really, like it's never once been washed. Fresh from the store. Feeding off of her he took it a step further He giggled a bit as a strand of her hair hanging by her face started to turn a dark purple color. He giggled a little. He did not need to touch an object to change it's color, it was just easier when it was in his hand. Like to change a whole wall color he'd have to touch it. But a shirt or some hair even a bottle of pain was nothing to him. Still he could not help but giggle at his master piece. He'd of course turn it back, but she'd never have to go to a hair dresser again. Not that she had to? But still he could change the color of her skin, her hair her eyes. Everything really. He could make her a different person if need be, well her bone structure would be the same and all, but he could do some damage.

"That's cuz your teeth!" Zan announced when she said she could never die. He did not really have a full concept on death. He knew death meant leaving and never coming back. But he did not understand it being so final. But he was smart enough to connect it all. She was special because of her teeth. Whatever magic her teeth had, he did not know. But her teeth were like his hands. He could do lots of things with them. Like heal. He could heal people when they would bleed. He found that out when Liz cut herself. He has only done it once, but he was sure he could do it again if he had to. But how could he tell her that? He did not really have the words to say all that.

Zan smiled back, a beaming smile really. He was happy. Happier then he had been in a very very long time. So when she had said she had another secret he just waited thinking it was going to be something related to her teeth again. But what he herd was wildly different. His little lip began to tremble, his eyes filling with tears. Did he hear that right? He asked himself. Trying to answer, but he could not really move. He was too.... surprised to hear it. His hands began to rub his eyes which were starting to get cloudy from the extra water in them. He was unable to speak but he somehow managed to to move his lips. "Forever?" He questioned, his hands still whipping at his eyes quickly, his cheeks turning red.

He was not able to process this emotion right now. He was not able to think much on it. He just felt, and what he felt was hard to handle. When you go from fearing your life, from hating life, to wanting to just spend the rest of your life under a bed. To all of a sudden feeling safe. That was a hard slap in the face kind of a deal. Not a bad slap but a good slap. And with that he stumbled as he climbed into her lap, his arms wrapping around her neck hugging her, his face buried into her neck This was more then a dream come true for Zan. She really just saved his life, even if she did not realize it. She was going to do something Liz never could. She was going to just take him.

As much as he loved Liz, she had to do everything legal by the books. She promised to get him, but she said it would take a very long time and to just hang in there. But it's been weeks since the meeting. And he could not hold on any longer. To thing that this was it. It was over. He never had to go back. Sure he'd miss a lot of his things. Not that he had anything at the home. But the things he truly cared about, the memory's he wanted to keep, were locked in a storage unit own by the home. But still. He had his memories. He could be okay without the stuff to remind him. His first memory was of his biological father, and that was the most clear thing he had. So he was relatively sure he'd never forget the memories his things held.

((OMGGGG Mortal Instruments IS IN THEATERS TONIGHT!!!!! CAN'T WAIT! Then again... the movie will never compare with the books. So I really should not be excited. BUT I AM!! AHHH!!))

[Rebekah Mikaelson]

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He seemed really smart, he was reading young adult novels. Novels with such things as love and death and even some monsters in them. Stuff boys his age should not be interested in. Rebekah hasn't read any of those books, if she ever read a book, it was more of the study kind. History, though she has lived most of it, language, that kind of stuff. People thought Rebekah was just another dumb blonde bimbo who was just a love struck little girl who had to get her way. They would be correct for the most part, but she was well educated as well, you have to pass 1000 years someway.

She wondered if he ever heard of the Twilight books, and she could use that to help explain what she was. "Have you heard of Twilight?" She asked him. Again Rebekah never read them, but she knew of them. She loved how they over romanticized vampires. It made scoring guys way easier, as some of them had a vampire fetish. But she was a one guy kinda girl right now, with Noah. So she didn't need to use that to her advantage any more. Not that she just couldn't compel a boy to give her what she wanted, but doing stuff with a willing partner was much better, especially snacking on them in the end.

Rebekah did that stuff when she first woke up from her 90 year slumber. But not anymore. "I'm kind of like the things in those books, only I don't sparkle." She told him, hoping he would understand, but she kinda knew that he would. "I am a vampire. I didn't think you would understand what I was, I'm sorry. You really are a bright kid." She added, she learned now to never underestimate him in anything just cause of his age. The adult stuff she doubt he knew, like sex and romance, but that wasn't something she would bring up anyways.

"Thanks, I hear all the time from people that they don't like me, that they don't trust me." Rebekah said, her face turning a little sad. "It feels good to have someone believe in me." She added hugging him gently, she knew she could hurt him if she hugged him to hard. It really was a new thing for Rebekah to hear. That she was nice. No one said that to her ever before. Probably cause she never acted nice before, she never knew it would feel so good being nice and being told that she was nice before, so she never tried it before.

He really was quite adorable when he was thinking. It melted the ice around Rebekah's heart. "What are you thinking about Zan?" Rebekah asked him. Rebekah didn't think how that boys home effected kids. She wondered if most of those boys who were picking on Zan before were normal, nice little kids like Zan before they went there. Did that place change them? It surely wasn't a good place to grow up in, and Rebekah would know as she grew up with a lot of fear and such. Though she was lucky to have a family that loved her back then, though they didn't act like it now.

Rebekah didn't mean to scare Zan by jumping. It was just not something she was use to. She smiled at him, silently telling him it was ok and he didn't do anything wrong, though she made a note to not show many people. She understood it, she liked it, but a lot of people won't. It was like her with her teeth. "Promise me you will be careful who you show this too. Some people won't like it." She said softly to him. She giggled at it, quite liking it really, how handy it would come in for her being a girl who loved clothes. She got tired of a shirt, she wouldn't have to get rid of it, he could just change it for her.

Sure that was a selfish thought for her to have. Rebekah wasn't gonna change fully overnight, however she was making progress. Rebekah just giggled with Zan when he changed her hair. Yeah she was really protective of her hair and didn't like people messing with it. April wanted her to get a haircut the other day and she refused her best friend. She loved her long flowing blonde locks. She thought it was one of her best features. She knew Zan would change it back if she wanted, so she didn't make a big deal out of it, she just found it to be adorable.

"Yeah, you can say that." Rebekah told him, though her vampire teeth were a side effect of the real reason. But it was connected. She wondered how to explain it fully to him without confusing him. "They can't hurt me cause I am stronger then them. They can't hurt me cause they don't know how." Rebekah told him, hoping he would understand that. "And the teeth play a part in all that." She added, she was really falling in love with Zan. Rebekah was always the girl who fell in love to easily after all, but this was a new one for her.

Not love as in boyfriend girlfriend love, but in the way you love a brother or sister or your children. A motherly sort of love. That is what she was feeling for Zan right now, and she doubted anyone would blame her. He was special and smart and sweet. He didn't deserve the life he was handed just because he was different. That is why she asked him if he would want to be with her, for her to take care of him. She smiled when he asked forever. "For as long as you like. I won't force you to stay with me." She told him.

That is when Rebekah felt Zan crawl into a lap, and started hugging her. Rebekah really felt her heart melt for him now, he was so precious and his answer was a silent yes it seemed to her. He couldn't express his answer through words, so he showed her what he wanted, and that was to be in her arms, to be protected by her. Rebekah was hooked on him now, and she never wanted him to crawl out of her lap, she never wanted him to stop hugging her, but she knew, sooner or later they would have to just to go about the rest of their human needs. But for now, she was gonna enjoy the feeling.

"I will take that as a yes." Rebekah said to him, holding him back to show him it was ok that he was holding her. Rebekah knew she would not be able to adopt him the correct way. They would ask for certain things, things she could not provide for them. She could compel them to allow her to take him, but what would be the difference between that and just taking him? They didn't seem to care when he was getting beaten up by those boys, so why would they care if he all of a sudden goes missing? They wouldn't, not in her mind.

"I will take really good care of you, I promise. And if you ever find yourself no longer wanting to be with me, I will let you go, I promise that too." Rebekah told him with a smile looking him in the eyes. She wondered if she should just take him now, it would be easier if she took him now, no one would notice for a few hours, by then they will be happily home and she would show him his room and take him shopping for anything that he wanted. Part of her knew it was wrong, but she was not yet a completely good person, so she was ok with it as long as it made him happy, which it seemingly did.

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

He did read books about love and loss, and pain and supernatural. But he hardly understood half of what was going on. He did not know the meaning of love. He could not really get the concept. He knew what it felt like, and he knew what the books said. But he did not understand the fundamentals. He knew about things that went bump in the night, he knew what the books said, and whatever he saw on TV and read in a book it must be true. Sure there were a lot of conflicting ideas, but he did not understand that, he just saw them as different races or religions. Everyone looked different so they could all do different things too. He read to try and find out who or what he was, not so much for the story and plot lines. He'd never understand them, and the made up words he tried to read, forget about it. He just skipped the words he did not know, and get on with the good parts, the descriptive parts about supernatural things. He even took notes. Just because he read something about two people putting their lips together in a kiss, he did not understand what that all meant. He used to kiss his adopted parents on the lips, he felt it was just like that. He did not know any better.

Zan nodded to her. He knew Twilight. He knew that vampires were pretty and sparkled and had the most perfect skin, with no bumps or anything. He knew that their eyes were yellow if they were good and red if they were bad. He also knew that if mommy was human and daddy was a vampire, then you were good and had normal eyes. Bek did not have red eyes, so she had to be good, her eyes were normal. So she was not scary. She was good. All the bad guys looked different and almost always had crazy eyes. Bek's eyes were normal and pretty, so she had to be good. Zan could see where this was going. He already knew she had some crazy teeth.... so honestly the next logical step had to be vampire. "But your eyes are normal so your the good kind." Zan added after. That information would not frighten him off. If she were the bad kind, he would not have been alive now. He would be dead, a concept he was still working on.

Zan made a small huff sound. A bit confused by that. Again she had normal eyes, and if she was a vampire, well she was one. But if she were a bad one, her eyes would be red. It's the same with all her books. If she had shinny gold eyes she'd be evil, and if she had pretty green ones she was good. Just like in the Beautiful Creatures books only that was witches. But still. It was the same deal. Normal eyes=good. Crazy color eyes=bad. Anyway no bad vampire would be out here, they would go crazy and hurt lots of people. So being around humans... and being normal, meant she was good. Anyway she's done nothing but save him. So why would he not trust her. Vampire or not? He was not all human. He did not know who or what he was. But he was not human. Did not mean he was 'bad'. He wanted to be good, reallly badly. So he was. To him that's how the world worked. Even if you were bad one day, you could be good the next. The past was the past you learn from it and move on.

He's learned not to use his powers in-front of others, or bad things happened. He has learned to keep quiet. Every now and again he'll let his voice be herd, and it always ends up badly for him. So he gets all quiet again, things go back to normal. He starts to question why he's so quiet and alone, and the same things happens. After a few times of this, the memory wont fade, and he'll have no desire to play with the other kids. He's just to himself. That's that. Even if she was bad before, she was good now and that all that matted. If she was bad tomorrow, well he'd be dead. So it was okay. It a lot of his books dead was never really dead. So the concept of dead, was not all there.

Zan just shrugged at her question. He thinks about a lot of things. The system changes you, for good or for bad. Not a single kid entered the system and left the same way. A home like that would change you, if you hated your life before you really hated it, or if you fit in with such people you loved it and turned it into your own personal play house. It was all how well you played the game. Zan did not play the game very well because he did not understand it. He did not understand it was all about looking like the big bad. If he just pushed the biggest baddest guy down the steps and knocked his possy down, no one would mess with him again. Zan did not understand how it worked. The longer he was there the more he'd understand, and soon no one would mess with him, for he'd use his gift on others to keep himself safe, which would only alert the adults, which would cause all kinds of other crazy things and god forbid he get his blood work done, the FBI would be called. But Zan was safe in his ignorance now.

"But sometimes It just happens." Zan added. He knew not to show people. Apart from Liz Bek was the only person who knew. His adopted father knew something was up, but said nothing, and he died. So Zan kept it all to himself, fearing the people he told might die. But after he told Liz, and she was still alive. He felt it was okay to show Bek, cuz well Bek and Liz were both special like him so it was okay at least. Wrapping his hand around the stands of hair that he changed the color of, he changed back. She did not need to walk around with crazy color hair. She was pretty with the blond. Anyway he only really changed the color of his paints. The boys home had a very limited selection of good colored paints. When he ran out of a color he liked or needed he'd barrow from one he never used.

"How did you get the teeth?" Zan asked tapping his teeth a bit, his finger in his mouth wondering if maybe his teeth were special too. They hurt when he bite his cheek when he was eating sometimes. He knew his hands were the source of his power, but he wondered if he could move it to his teeth like her, then bad things could not get him anymore. His hands did not seem to scare people off like her teeth surly did. Again he was missing the concept here. But at least he was trying.

"But I don't want to go back." He added, not sure what she meant by that. Forever to Zan was like saying tomorrow. He did not have a concept on forever, he just knew forever was a long time, and a long time was the next day. He did not get the concept of a month. Well he knew there were a lot of days in a month, and he knew a day was when the sun went to bed then came back up again. But it was just hard to know what forever was. Still. He wanted to make sure she did not return him to the boys home. That is not a place he wanted to go. If anything, he'd want to go see Liz. And he did. But he wnated to see Bek a bit more too.

"But I don't wanna go." Zan answered. He did not want to go from her, is what he meant. She did not have to let him go. He was thinking go as in go back to the home. Not go as it fly away. He was thinking she was saying she would take him back to the boys home when he wanted to go back. Zan was trying to tell her he never wanted to go back. He wanted to be with her. At least for now. "I wanna be with you." He protected, still not understand what she was saying. He was just taking it wrong.

And with that sentience, he began to fade, his color getting less solid then it had before. Like he was slipping from her grasp. Only he was solid in her arms, visibly he was slipping away. He could not help it, when he got super emotional, he just started loosing his grip on reality, well on being solid. He started feeling all these things and he did not know how to handle it, so he handled it by just disappearing. Anyway he started to hear some familiar voices, and they were the last people he wanted to see.

Zan found his way back to his little hug, his face hidden by her neck, his figured gone, his clothing too. It was if he was just not here at all. "I wanna go home..... with you" He whispered as the voices got louder, a women shhing the voice who only laughed at her attempts to quiet them down. Zan knew if he was seen bad things normally happened. So he was just content where he was, hidding in plain site. Totally invisible.