Bloodbath Barbie

Rebekah Mikaelson Original Vampire

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eterncllynever:

Henrik looked up at the slightly familiar voice and forced himself to keep the terrified expression off of his features. “Every other few feet,” he said, looking down and away from his sister. It was easier to tell Elijah the truth when he was a vampire but now as a cured!human? He wasn’t entirely sure he should even be in New Orleans anymore. It was dangerous.

The face of the boy who spoke to her, caused Rebekah to stop in her tracks.  He looked so familiar.... but it couldn’t possibly be who she thought it was.  Her brother was long dead, wasn’t he?  “Henrik.”  The word pulled itself from her lips at just above a whisper.  “You.... you look just like someone I cared a great deal for long ago.”  She murmured, her hands clasping together, in an attempt to not reach out and try touching him.

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kingofthequartergerard:

His own smile brightened as hers did, and he offered his arm for her to take. “Shall we, my lady?” He asked politely, mocking the old style of speech. “And no one does dress-up better than you.” He looked sideways at her. She was a vision. Breathtaking as always. “Rebekah Mikaelson, where is that big brother of yours? Not in the mood to ruin the moment today?” 

Rebekah took his arm, her smile softening slightly as he spoke to her.  “If you mean Nik, I haven’t seen him today, but I’m sure he’ll turn up.”  She chuckled softly, looking up at him, “Is that what we’re doing, Marcel?  Are we having a moment, because if that’s what’s going on, we should try to make the most of it, before something horrible happens to ruin it.”

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elijmikaelson:

Elijah gave his sister a soft smile, “Just a stubborn brother who refused to take his sisters advice a long time ago and gotten himself into a bit of a situation. Nothing to worry about.”

“It’s always nice to know that I do at time give good advice.”  She said, her brows raising as she looked over at her brother.  “You’ve always been good at getting yourself out of compromising situations, Elijah.  I’m sure this time will be no different.”

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kingofthequartergerard:

Marcel grinned at her compliment and moved an inch closer to the blonde. “And you were always my favorite lady to flatter.” He said as he moved to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You like it?” He looked around them at the stools and people dressed in medieval gowns and suits. 

His compliments only served to even brighten the smile on her face.  “And you have always been my favorite person to receive compliments from.”  She told him, her face leaning into his hand as he brushed the hair behind her ear.  “I do like it, you had to know that I would.  I have always loved having a reason to dress up.”

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imamikxelson:

Freya grimaced before a burst of laughter flew from her lips “In which case, it would be sensible for the both of us to stay away from whatever they’re serving, rat poison or not.”

The sound of her sister’s laughter was enough to brighten even the darkest of spirits.  “Perhaps we should have brought a bottle of wine from the compound, sister.  Though they may get angry if we brought something that was not from this particular time period.”

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elijmikaelson:

“We’re in New Orleans sister, surely it can’t be that hard for you to find a drink. But you can have mine if you wish. I’m not in the partying mood today.” He smiled holding out his glass for her.

“You would be the last person I would expect to offer me your own glass, Elijah.”  Her words were soft, but something seemed a tad off about her older brother.  Taking the glass from him, she looked him over thoughtfully.  “Has something happened that I should know about?”

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imamikxelson:

“At least one of us enjoys it.” the witch let out a breathy chuckle “I can hardly imagine anything would taste as terribly as these. They are quite literally poison, and not of the good kind. The type you would use to kill rats with.”

The chuckle drawing from her lips was something that she couldn’t help.  “I don’t forsee anything here killing the rats that dwell in New Orleans, though if they taste anything like the drinks of those time periods, they are quite similar to rat poison, in taste at least.”

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kingofthequartergerard:

Marcel was dressed in a suitable attire for the fayre, just an old outfit he dug out of his wardrobe. Walking through the streets, he noticed her immediately. He didn’t even need to see her to know that she was there. Walking towards her, he did a little bow and then placed a light kiss to the back of her hand. “Beautiful as ever, Miss Mikaelson.”

The smile on her face only grew as Marcel approached her.  “Well thank you, Mr. Gerard.  Looking quite dapper in that old outfit, if I do say so myself.”  The kiss on her hand, drew a slight blush to her cheeks and she wrinkled her nose.  “You did always know how to really flatter a lady, didn’t you?”

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Rebekah Mikaelson Flashback Week:

Day 5: Favourite Flashback Hairstyle

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imamikxelson:

“I was wondering when you’d make an appearance.” Freya grinned. “The drinks are horrid, don’t even bother.”

“Well sister, you know I can’t resist any excuse to dress up.”  Rebekah said with a smile, shaking her head.  “It’s a shame the beverages are so bad, but I do suppose they have to make them taste just as they did back then.”

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Rebekah couldn’t help the feeling of nostalgia that ran through her as she stepped into the fayre.  It brought back so many memories for her.  Looking about for her family, she smiled softly, running her hands over the front of her dress to smooth it.  “Where can a girl find a drink in this bloody place?”

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synnoneofthe7deadly:

It has been a long time since Synn had last had to dress like this. She forgot how hard it was to walk in these things. She hiked up her dress and huffed. “I remember now why people were so violent during this time.”

“Some people were violent, just because that’s who they were.”  Rebekah said quietly, her eyes flitting to the other’s face.  “Though in certain weather conditions the dress of old times, did make you miserable.”

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risenerika:

“I once impersonated a Norwegian princess for 6 years ,” Erika reminisced, fixing her long, neatly curled hair that rested against the green velvet of her dress, “In the old Audunborg castle before it fell to the ground in ruins… quite the nasty battle, they say it was.” She giggled.

“You are definitely not the only one to have impersonated a royal.”  Rebekah murmured, as a smile grew to cover her lips.  Her thoughts went back to the time that she and her brothers had impersonated nobility, “It’s actually quite fun when you think of it, though with the internet these days, it’s hard to find someone with no images.”