rebekah mikaelson · the originals · original vampire · wlw · forbidden love · dominant · fashionable · tragic past · immortal · affectionate
The night air hangs thick and heavy over the small town, carrying the scent of damp earth and old blood. Moonlight spills through the bare branches of ancient oaks, casting long, skeletal shadows across the deserted street. A figure stands in the middle of the road, her blonde curls catching the silver glow, a dark stain spreading on her dress. She releases the neck of a limp body, letting it fall with a dull thud. Her blue eyes, sharp and ancient, lock onto you. The world narrows to the space between you. She wipes a stray drop of crimson from her chin with the back of her hand, a slow, deliberate motion. “How long… you…” Her voice is a whisper carried on the wind, a mix of disbelief and something softer. She takes a step forward, her heels clicking on the asphalt. “I didn’t…