Rebekah Mikaelson

It's been a fantastic night, the kind of thing Olive knows she won't get to do much of when school starts up again, and she's been enjoying every second of it — up until now. Now she's not sure which instinct is worse: the way that has her breathing a silent sigh of relief that all they want is her purse or the fact that her immediate reaction is to wrinkle up her nose and raise an eyebrow, barely biting back the words before they leave her mouth and cause unnecessary trouble. Really? Is my life suddenly a movie after all? Because you did not just pull that cheesy shit on us.

"Sorry, boys, we're headed home," is what comes out instead, flippant as she walks a little faster. Maybe, maybe, if they keep moving, they'll come into a brighter area or catch sight of a cop. As she walks, she pulls her purse in front of her, clicking it open so she can dig for her phone. Maybe going for the knife she's carrying would be smarter, but if she can get her phone out fast, she can get their picture, and maybe that'll scare them off.

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It takes everything Summer has in her not to just obviously roll her eyes at the way they're approached, and even then, her expression is nothing short of unimpressed. Yes, they're armed, but that doesn't necessarily mean they'll actually be willing to use the weapons they're holding, and besides, though she paints a less than formidable picture, shorter than the other two girls even in the heels she's wearing, she knows full well that she's perfectly capable of kicking some ass. Having the element of surprise on her side can only be helpful.

"Yeah, and there's really nothing in here you'd want, anyway," she says with an exaggerated sigh, shaking her head. For her part, it's true. Her phone's in the pocket of her dress, she spent most of her cash on drinks, and she could call to cancel her debit card before they so much as think about using it. "So run along, why don't you?"

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If only they hadn't been the type to use their weapons. "Stupid bitches," one of them calls out at the girls, annoyed by their lack of fear. Rebekah knows the type well and were she alone they'd be exactly the sort she'd have zero compunctions feeding on and disposing of in a nearby alley.

But she's not alone, and as the men try to close the distance she hesitates, unsure of how to react. The obvious answer is to take care of their problem in the way she's done dozens of times before. It's what she wants to do, except that it will expose her for what she is to two of the people she least wants to find out. The worry is nearly debilitating, and just before it's too late she chucks her bag at them, hoping it will make them leave. "Here. Take it if you want it."

The lead goon shakes his head, the chuckle in his voice making her want to snap his neck. "Too late for that. Gonna teach you a lesson."

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Olive's heart is beating so fast, she thinks it might propel itself into her throat and she'll choke on it. In spite of that, she forces herself to take deep, centering breaths, remembering the things she's learned, from Sif, from Peggy, from Natasha. Dropping the phone back into the bag, she reaches for her knife instead. If she takes their picture, she realizes, she's only going to give them that much more reason to hurt the three of them, and she won't be the cause of that.

"Call the police," she says to Summer, her voice low. It's hard for her to hide entirely the way it shakes, and she has to bite her tongue to keep from wincing at that. She just has to hope the men can't tell how nervous she is as she unsheathes her knife.

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It's only Olive's instruction that makes Summer bite back a retort, though this time, the bravado behind it would have been more false than anything else. Evidently, they're not going to be as easy to shake off as she would have hoped, and though she still feels certain that they'll be fine — they have to be — she can't pretend now that she isn't nervous. "I'm on it," she responds just as quietly, not missing a beat, though before she reaches for her phone, she tosses her bag away, in spite of what's just been said to Rebekah, past the men rather than to them. "There, you want it that badly? You can have it."

She reaches into her pocket then, keeping it there as she fumbles to dial rather than taking the phone out. It might not make much difference, but it seems more sensible, at least in the moment, to not give them such an easy target as to grab the phone from her before she's managed to get the call to connect.

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They're not getting away from this so easily, she sees that now. Her hopes that this would be an uneventful night have been dashed, as does her hope to keep the truth about herself secret a bit longer. Olive has one of them at bay with her knife but another lunges at Summer to stop her from using her phone. He's the one that Rebekah intercepts, moving faster than possible for a human. She snarls, knowing her eyes would be dark and her face showing evidence of what she is. She only hopes that the darkness hides that from Summer and Olive.

It's a hope that seems silly when she grabs the assailant and tosses him into the wall hard enough to crack brick. The urge to snap his neck was high, but she resisted, moving toward the third before even a few seconds have passed.

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Olive startles at the sudden motion, almost distracted enough to drop her knife. The mugger spots the way her hand goes slack and makes a grab for her wrist, but she drives her elbow into his ribs, grip tightening on the handle. Truthfully, she's scared to make use of it, some part of her still saying there's no need, that he hasn't done anything to necessitate the use of real force, even if she's also aware that, if he gets this knife from her, he won't spare the rest of them the same consideration.

Something is very wrong with Rebekah, that much is certain regardless, but she can only spare her a few bewildered glances, not quite sure of what she's seeing. She didn't know her friend was that strong, that anyone was that fast. Heart pounding as the thief comes at her again, she ducks low, stabbing at his leg when he makes a grab for her. "Jesus Christ, just leave us alone, will you? Go away!" She really doesn't want to have to hurt anyone worse than that, and she's not about to stop yelling. "Someone help! Help us!"

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"Whoa, whoa," Summer says, her eyes wide as she watches Rebekah seriously impressively slam the one guy against the wall. She'd been fully prepared to knee him in the balls, hardly about to give up so easily, but this is considerably more effective. So, for that matter, is Olive's outright freaking stabbing one of them. Phone in hand, drawn out of her pocket now, she hits send on the call, reaching down to take off one of her shoes as she waits for it to connect. She might not have the apparent strength that Rebekah does — and Jesus, where did that even come from? — or a real weapon like Olive, but the several inch heel could do some damage if it comes to that, and she'll work with what she's got. "Are you guys done yet?"

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What she really wants is to kill all three of them, taking their blood first. That is not an option, she knows that, knows there are things that she cannot do so easily in this place even with her ability to compel people to forget what she wishes. Rebekah is trying very hard to not consider compelling her friends to forget all of this. Friendship, real friendship, she’s learning is hard.

The second attacker she doesn’t afford that consideration, Sheforces his eyes toward her, putting her will behind her words. “You’re going to stay here until the police come. You’re going to tell them what you did tonight and then you’ll confess to every other crime you’ve ever committed. You’ll take whatever punishment they meet.”

“Yes…” He responds quavering, and Rebekah smiles, letting him go. Not that her smile is any less terrifying, though she can feel that her fangs have receded and her face is back to its usual. When he sits, she turns toward Olive, wondering if she should help or if the sound of sirens and a knife in his leg will stop their attacker.

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Olive steps back, shaking from adrenaline and a little bit of panic, her head spinning with it. The man who'd advance on her is staggering away now, not trying to get away so much as unable to help it, cursing loudly, a whine in his voice, as he examines his leg. She's terrified she's hurt him worse than she intended, equally afraid she didn't hurt him badly enough.

Through it, she's aware that the other thief is just listening to Rebekah, and she doesn't understand at all how that can be. "Is that the police?" she asks, catching the sound of sirens. The third man starts trying to stagger away, injury and all, and she's not about to go after him.

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"I — I think so," Summer says, though she's looking at Rebekah, her expression a cross between fear belatedly setting in and confusion. Whatever's just happened, she doesn't have the first freaking idea. She just knows that it isn't enough to get her to relax at all, her knuckles white where her hand is wrapped tightly around her shoe, even if it means standing on the ball of one foot to keep herself steady. There's no way it could have been this simple, not with how it all started; she's half-expecting the one walking away to turn around and come at them again, though he doesn't yet. "What the hell is going on?"

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She lets go the desire to run after the man Olive stabbed in the face of the look that Summer is giving her. Rebekah shrugs, trying to look innocent in the face of her question. "We were attacked, we're waiting for the police?"

She knows that's not the question Summer is asking but she hope that the police will get here and it will pass. It might have succeeded had that third man not lunged back toward them. No matter what she was worried about, Rebekah can't let anyone hurt her friends. She moves inhumanly fast to catch him by the neck. "You'll never attack anyone ever again. You'll dedicate your life to peace."

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A scream dies in Olive's throat as he comes back at them, certain something horrible is about to happen. She's seen what Rebekah did with the man and the wall, but hasn't had time to think about it. Now it comes back to her very quickly, paired with what's just happened, the way the man responds to Rebekah's command.

She's unsteady on her feet, but she sucks in a deep breath, shaking her head. "How are you doing that?"

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"Holy shit," Summer blurts out, staring at Rebekah, unsure of what to make of any of what's just happened. If it were just her being physically capable, that would be one thing. As far as she can tell, that's true of all of them, however much difficulty they might have had fending off these assholes. What Rebekah is doing is something else, though. Shoe still in hand, though she's increasingly certain that she won't need to put it to use — which is great, because otherwise, it would be evidence when the police get here, and she'd have to walk home with only one like freaking Cinderella, and that story really downplays how difficult it is to balance in one high heel — she takes a few shaky breaths of her own, then glances at Olive, though the other girl is clearly as uncertain as she is. "Seriously, how is that — he's listening to you."

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This isn't how she wanted to tell them, if she ever wanted to tell them at all. Rebekah turns to Olive and Summer, letting their attacker go. "This isn't what it seems like."

The sirens are getting closer, and she doesn't want to have them looking at her like this. Rebekah knows she could compel them to forget this ever happened as well, but that's a line she desperately doesn't want to cross. "I'm a vampire."

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"Excuse me, what?" Olive's lived through some pretty weird circumstances for a while now, and she knows, logically, that vampires do exist. She's never had a run-in with one before, but they're out there. This, though, is so utterly unexpected that she doesn't know how to process it, and for a moment, she's convinced she's heard wrong.

But she remembers something once said about secrets and how fast Bekah's moved and how she slammed that guy into the wall, and putting it all together makes her feel a little woozy, but she has no cause to disbelieve her either. "Oh, my God. Wait, seriously? I mean, not that I think you're lying, but... jeez."

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"You're what?" Summer is quick to blurt out, expression twisting in confusion more so than disbelief. She's seen a lot of strange things since she showed up here, this turn of events not even topping the list, so she probably shouldn't doubt Rebekah. Besides, what she's just seen goes beyond the realm of normal humans, anyway. Even so, that doesn't make it any easier to process, her instinct to think that it isn't even possible. She's just too used to living in a world where that's the case. "Oh — oh, my God."

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"It's alright. Really, it's fine." Even as she insists it she knows it's a lie. Rebekah can here that her voice is too high and her words too quick. She holds her hands up and open, not wanting them to think she's a threat even though they know what she can do now. "I've just- I've never had a normal life. It's been over a thousand years and I've never had real friends. I thought if you knew-"

She purses her lips, stopping her face from crumpling just barely. She's lied to them and that's something she understands too often just can't be forgiven. "I thought if you knew that you'd hate me."

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"No," Olive says, shaking her head, "no, of course not." It's automatic to say it, but as she does, she knows it's true, too. She's never known someone who was a vampire, but she knows they exist, here if not at home, so it's not like she doesn't believe her. And Rebekah has never given her reason to think she's any kind of a threat. She's just been a good friend, and even if the idea of it is staggering, Olive was raised not to judge like that. She's not about to toss aside a friend because of what she is, even if she can't wrap her head around the idea of Rebekah having been around for over a thousand years.

"It's just... wow. Uh, a surprise."

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"Yeah, tell me about it," Summer says, huffing out a breath. She's still shaken from the attack as it is, never mind how Rebekah managed to bring it to an end, making information like this all the more difficult to process. While she knows full well that a lot of weird things are possible here, though, she really doesn't have it in her to outright doubt what she's been told. She can't for a second think of why Rebekah would lie about it, anyway, or why she would look so earnest in doing so. It makes something in Summer's chest twist a little, in fact, expression then pulling into one that's nearly sympathetic. "But — no, God, I don't hate you. I mean, you did kind of save our asses just now. And it's not like you've tried to bite us or anything." Just saying that seems weird, and she pauses for a second. "Right?"

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There are so many reasons they could hate her. For the lies, for one, never mind that she's not like them. These are reasons that weigh on her, in part because of Niklaus and the things he seeded in her mind. He was the best at manipulation out of all of them, the best at turning them toward him and getting what he wanted. Only it never lasted, his paranoia winning eating at him, and leaving all of them bitter in the end.

"No, of course not," she rushes to say. There are few things that she can guarantee, but that she'd never feed off her friend if not entirely necessary is one. "I wouldn't do that. I'm trying to be normal, to live a normal life. It's harder than I thought. More tempting to be... To be what I am."

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Olive's heart goes out to her. The whole thing is incredibly weird, and she's not entirely sure yet how she feels about it. What she is sure of, however, is that her friend is worried — scared, even — and that takes precedence even over the situation they're in. The police are close, and part of her just wants to leave, wiping her knife against her skirt before she slides it into its sheath, but she knows that looks even worse. Her friend's plight takes up more of her attention, though.

She heads over on an impulse, reaching for Bekah's hand. "Look, whatever that is, you're our friend. And Summer's right, you totally just saved our asses, and I am one hundred percent behind you."

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"Yeah," Summer echoes, nodding once, though she stays put for now, solely because it's easier. It's not as if this is the first thing like this she's found out here, though vampirism is certainly different than the abilities Korra has. Still, she learned quickly, after showing up here, that she was going to have to roll with a lot, and that isn't going to change now. Rebekah is still a friend. She just also happens to be a lot older than she looks. "What she said. Definitely."

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"Really?" Her face is scrunched up and she's trying her hardest not to cry. It's relief for the most part, but also that she's never had real friends before, other than her brothers. Not before she was a vampire and not since. Any friendship she did start Niklaus promptly destroyed. "Thank you."

That, however, is only so important with the sound of steps approaching. "Should we go? Before we can't, that is."

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It'll look bad, Olive thinks, if they go and they're caught anyway, but maybe if they hurry they won't have to deal with that. She nods, taking a deep breath as she starts down the street again. "Quickly," she says, reaching out for Rebekah's hand. If they didn't have to move quickly, she'd hug her, reassure her they mean it, but this will have to do.

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"Yeah, no, we — we should," Summer says, nodding in quick agreement, hurrying to catch up to the other two once she's slipped her shoe back on. She won't be much good for making good time with only one heel on, and if they're going to go, they need to actually do it. Ordinarily, she'd think it wouldn't be the wisest idea, since it's not like they did anything wrong here, but there would be a lot to explain, and she doesn't want to have to explain it, even when she isn't the one who pulled a knife or broke a wall with someone's head. "Probably better."

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