Just Rebecca

When you don't know who to hate, you hate yourself. [Being Human (US) indie rp blog. Open to rp with anyone/multi verse/multi whatever]

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Rebecca let out a sharp laugh, glancing more about the living room and kitchen, “you’re joking, right? It’s like someone died in here.” She supposed Josh was mourning, the house a reflection of how he felt she assumes. “You know you -can- turn the lights on during daylight hours” she said, moving to flip on a light. “So, what, it’s just you and me here?” She asked, scanning the room for the ghost she had only heard of.

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There was a strange sort of laughter that left Josh’s lips. The kind of noise you make when you have to have some kind of response, but you don’t want to think about the body count of the place you’re trying to call a home, let alone voice it aloud. Crossing his arms, he blinked a few times at the sudden illumination that filled the room. “I can. But since I’m the only one footing the electric bill, I try not to have every bulb on at once.” The light only made things worse. Everything looked lonelier and more empty. Sally’s magazines. Aidan’s mug. “Right now, yeah. Nora stays over sometimes.”  

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Rebecca nodded, having only slightly paid attention to what he said. Sure, she’d never been inside before, but something about being inside the place Aidan called home hurt. She’d always been a bit of a masochist, which was why she took a deep (and unnecessary) breath, she could still pick up his scent. Aidan. It hurt more than she thought it would and she shuddered in response, briefly wondering if Josh had taken notice. Deciding to snap out of it, she turned her attention back to Josh. “So, Norah?” Rebecca knew her from the hospital and also knew it was a bad idea for a human to know she was still alive. “How’s the whole dating a human thing working out for you?” She asked casually, starting to poke about the living room.

[josh-levison]

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Rebecca really didn’t know much about being a vampire aside from what information Bishop and Marcus had fed her and this ‘Mother’ character was brand new. She tried to mask the devastation she felt at the notion that Aidan could be dead as she walked into the home, making a dramatic effort to wipe her feet as she did. “Who’s a good boy?” Rebecca said, reaching up to ruffle Josh’s hair. She stepped further in and looked around, it was….quaint. “Is it always this depressing in here?” She looked over her shoulder at Josh.

Josh made a noise somewhere between a growl and a whine as he pushed Rebecca’s hand away. Suddenly the whole thing felt like a huge mistake. Closing his eyes, he exhaled loudly through his nose, trying to remember that he was doing this for Aidan. “How-How is it depressing?” he responded through clenched molars, taking a deep breath in an attempt to relax. Rebecca was right. It was damn depressing. “It’s better when Sally is here.” 

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Rebecca let out a sharp laugh, glancing more about the living room and kitchen, "you're joking, right? It's like someone died in here." She supposed Josh was mourning, the house a reflection of how he felt she assumes. "You know you -can- turn the lights on during daylight hours" she said, moving to flip on a light. "So, what, it's just you and me here?" She asked, scanning the room for the ghost she had only heard of.

[josh-levison]

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Rebecca’s stomach flipped, so, Aidan was probably dead. Anyone who went by the name ‘Mother’ had to be bad news she reasoned. “Could Mother be much worse than Bishop?” She asked, studying Josh as he moved aside. If Aidan decided she needed to die, though, she probably was that bad. “Are you going to invite me in?” Rebecca asked, still rooted to her spot on the stoop.

“Aidan’s gone. So yeah, I’d say a lot worse.” Bishop would always be his own special brand of awful, but he was a small fish compared to Mother. For a moment he was confused why she didn’t follow. Oh, right. He’d forgotten the formalities of letting the undead ex-whatever of your best friend into your empty, falling to pieces home. How silly of him. “Rebecca… please enter my home.” he took a breath, “But uh, if you could wipe your shoes on the doormat… thanks.”  

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Rebecca really didn't know much about being a vampire aside from what information Bishop and Marcus had fed her and this 'Mother' character was brand new. She tried to mask the devastation she felt at the notion that Aidan could be dead as she walked into the home, making a dramatic effort to wipe her feet as she did. "Who's a good boy?" Rebecca said, reaching up to ruffle Josh's hair. She stepped further in and looked around, it was....quaint. "Is it always this depressing in here?" She looked over her shoulder at Josh.

[josh-levison]

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The wind went out of Rebecca’s sails. No blood bags. At all. “Damn,” she cursed to herself. Rebecca wasn’t all that concerned about the cops, what could they do. “Mother?” Was he referring to -his- mothers “Don’t tell me you werewolves need a den mother.” She face Josh a look that let him know -exactly- what she thought of that idea. “Sorry,” Rebecca said gruffly, “I’ll be nice if you’re going to help me.” Nice had never really been her default after she was turned vampire, but she also knew not to bite the hand that was feeding her. “I promise I’ll try not to kill anyone.” She said honestly. She didn’t like that, her last go around, there was a small trail of bodies behind her. Aidan, though, he had tried to keep her straight and now? Now she was on her own with a neurotic werewolf. Great.

“She’s not a werewolf. She’s a vampire.” Josh huffed, fighting the urge to roll his eyes so far back into his skull that they got lodged there for the rest of his life. “She’s running Boston right now. Last time I saw Aidan…” he paused, taking a deep breath and exhaling through his nose. “Last time I saw Aidan he was going to go kill her.” For now he decided to leave out the part about rescuing the hot vampire princess and running away with her. That wasn’t the type of conversation for a public stoop. Weighing the decision back and forth, he silently moved out of the doorframe to allow her passage, hoping he was making the right decision. 

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Rebecca's stomach flipped, so, Aidan was probably dead. Anyone who went by the name 'Mother' had to be bad news she reasoned. "Could Mother be much worse than Bishop?" She asked, studying Josh as he moved aside. If Aidan decided she needed to die, though, she probably was that bad. "Are you going to invite me in?" Rebecca asked, still rooted to her spot on the stoop.

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Rebecca was beginning to grow tired of standing on the door step, but decided to keep her mouth shut for the time being. Especially because Josh seemed to be warming up to the idea of help. “Look, if I help you find Aidan, or at least look for him, could you help me for the time being?” She hated this, hated asking for help. What was she going to do, though? She had no money and couldn’t exactly get a job in Boston, everyone thought she was dead and she couldn’t afford to be recognized. “For the time being, I really just need a place to crash.” She scrunched her nose at the thought of asking Josh. “I promise you, this is worse for me than it is for you,” she said referring to the who,e situation.

“A place to crash…” AKA: a place to come hide in between tearing people’s throats out. Josh clenched his jaw, the negative outcomes of an agreement like this popping up on his mind’s eye. “There’s no blood bags, Rebecca.” he finally admitted, eyes down at the thin strip of stoop in between them. “Suffolk locked them up. That means you have to go out there and find a meal. How long until the cops follow you here? Or-Or Mother?” Sighing, he raised his gaze to hers. “You can’t leave a trail if you want to stay here.” 

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The wind went out of Rebecca's sails. No blood bags. At all. "Damn," she cursed to herself. Rebecca wasn't all that concerned about the cops, what could they do. "Mother?" Was he referring to -his- mothers "Don't tell me you werewolves need a den mother." She face Josh a look that let him know -exactly- what she thought of that idea. "Sorry," Rebecca said gruffly, "I'll be nice if you're going to help me." Nice had never really been her default after she was turned vampire, but she also knew not to bite the hand that was feeding her. "I promise I'll try not to kill anyone." She said honestly. She didn't like that, her last go around, there was a small trail of bodies behind her. Aidan, though, he had tried to keep her straight and now? Now she was on her own with a neurotic werewolf. Great.

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Rebecca rolled her eyes dramatically, she was losing her patience. “If I was looking for blood I would have already taken it. Without help from Aidan.” She tried not to roll her eyes, “I’m looking for Aidan because I have no idea who or what brought me back and he’s the only person I know who would consider helping me” Rebecca had thought that it would be obvious. She also wondered if it would be in bad taste to ask Josh if Aidan had left any blood bags around. “You’re not going to be of any help to me, are you?”

“Of course you would have.” A vampire was a vampire was a vampire, after all. Hell, even Aidan was feeding live before he disappeared. Their whole attempt at normal human life, everything they’d fought for, it wasn’t happily ever after at all. In fact, it was becoming more and more of a catastrophe each day. “Aidan is the one who needs help right now.” She was right though. If Aidan was here he would help Rebecca, little to no questions asked. That’s just the kind of guy he was. Sighing, Josh bit down on the inside of his cheek as he decided what to do. He couldn’t just let her run around Boston, draining people. Mother would cull her like the rest of the orphans. “What kind of help do you need?” 

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Rebecca was beginning to grow tired of standing on the door step, but decided to keep her mouth shut for the time being. Especially because Josh seemed to be warming up to the idea of help. "Look, if I help you find Aidan, or at least look for him, could you help me for the time being?" She hated this, hated asking for help. What was she going to do, though? She had no money and couldn't exactly get a job in Boston, everyone thought she was dead and she couldn't afford to be recognized. "For the time being, I really just need a place to crash." She scrunched her nose at the thought of asking Josh. "I promise you, this is worse for me than it is for you," she said referring to the who,e situation.

[josh-levison]

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“Aren’t you two supposed to be bosom buddies or something?” The rough edge was returning to her voice. “Have you tried looking for him? He couldn’t have just disappeared.” Rebecca’s voice lacked conviction, though. She wanted to say Aidan was trustworthy, that he wouldn’t just up and run away, but he was also the person that had killed her. “You have absolutely -no- idea where he could be?” She took a small step closer to Josh, “I have no where else to go right now. Aidan was the only person I could think of to…..” This was certainly not shaping up to be a good day.

“You actually caught me right before I was about to walk out the door with my giant bell and shirt with Aidan’s face on it. I’m off to parade down the streets of Boston screaming his name.” Fear was being replaced by annoyance. Of course he’d looked for Aidan. “A lot of things have happened since you’ve been gone, Rebecca. We’ve all had to take risks.” A short while ago Josh might have taken a step back in fear, but he held his ground now, brows furrowed as he stared down the vampire in front of him. “To what?! To…” And then it clicked. Rebecca was hungry. “You’re not looking for Aidan. You’re looking for blood.”

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Rebecca rolled her eyes dramatically, she was losing her patience. "If I was looking for blood I would have already taken it. Without help from Aidan." She tried not to roll her eyes, "I'm looking for Aidan because I have no idea who or what brought me back and he's the only person I know who would consider helping me" Rebecca had thought that it would be obvious. She also wondered if it would be in bad taste to ask Josh if Aidan had left any blood bags around. "You're not going to be of any help to me, are you?"

[josh-levison]

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“….dead?” Rebecca finished the sentence for Josh and, like him, didn’t want to entertain the idea that he could be dead. “I tried calling him’” she admitted, shifting uncomfortably, “You have no idea where he could be?” She asked, her voice slowly reaching a level that could be considered ‘desperate’ to those listening. How could she fell Josh, someone she once tried to eat, that here, his home, was the only place she could go?

“Yeah.” Josh’s voice felt like more of an exhale than actual words. It had only been a week. If he was hiding out somewhere from Mother, who knows how long it could be before Aidan could show his face in Boston again. There was still hope. “Maybe outside of town. Maybe-Maybe outside the state! I don’t know! There’s a lot of places he could be other than…than…”

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"Aren't you two supposed to be bosom buddies or something?" The rough edge was returning to her voice. "Have you tried looking for him? He couldn't have just disappeared." Rebecca's voice lacked conviction, though. She wanted to say Aidan was trustworthy, that he wouldn't just up and run away, but he was also the person that had killed her. "You have absolutely -no- idea where he could be?" She took a small step closer to Josh, "I have no where else to go right now. Aidan was the only person I could think of to....." This was certainly not shaping up to be a good day.

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Rebecca could hear the way Josh’s heart hammered in his chest, he was afraid of her. Her instincts wanted to take advantage of that, wanted to make him help her. She couldn’t, though, she herd her mothers voice ‘you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.’ She straightened and offered Josh as genuine a smile as she could muster, “a post it note won’t cut it,” and to be quite honest she wasn’t sure Josh would actually get it to Aidan.“Could you at least tell me where he’s gone?” She was starving and running short on patience, she could only hope Josh would be forthcoming.

Rebecca was…being nice? This only served to make Josh more nervous. Maybe she was trying to lull him with a false front of kindness and patience before ripping all his internal organs out through his mouth. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, Josh stayed put firmly in the doorway, unsure he was ready to let her in where the neighbors couldn’t see his painful, untimely death. “I wish I could tell you, Rebecca. I do. But he’s been gone for a week. You could try and call him, but he won’t pick up for me. I don’t know if he’s… He might be…” Josh couldn’t even get the words out. There was no way Aidan was dead. He refused to believe it. 

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"....dead?" Rebecca finished the sentence for Josh and, like him, didn't want to entertain the idea that he could be dead. "I tried calling him'" she admitted, shifting uncomfortably, "You have no idea where he could be?" She asked, her voice slowly reaching a level that could be considered 'desperate' to those listening. How could she fell Josh, someone she once tried to eat, that here, his home, was the only place she could go?

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Rebecca wasn’t exactly -pleased- to be back on Aidan and Josh’s doorstep, but with her current situation, she literally had nowhere else to go. She sighed loudly before speaking, “If I can die once and come back, I can apparently die twice and come back.” She crossed her arms before continuing, “So, where’s Aidan?” She knew Josh had zero motivation to help her out, but she had to try. She didn’t do well on her own, and it wasn’t like she could just saunter back to Bishop.

Josh was nauseated by the new knowledge prospect that a second death wasn’t necessarily a final death for vampires. Bishop and Marcus had both been taken down that night too. How long would it be before they showed up on his stoop too, looking for a lot more than just answers? Despite her having not throttled him yet, fear still widened his eyes, mouth flapping open and shut uselessly. “A-Aidan? Aidan’s gone. He’s been gone. I uh, I could leave him a-a post-it note that says you dropped by.”

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Rebecca could hear the way Josh's heart hammered in his chest, he was afraid of her. Her instincts wanted to take advantage of that, wanted to make him help her. She couldn't, though, she herd her mothers voice 'you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar.' She straightened and offered Josh as genuine a smile as she could muster, "a post it note won't cut it," and to be quite honest she wasn't sure Josh would actually get it to Aidan."Could you at least tell me where he's gone?" She was starving and running short on patience, she could only hope Josh would be forthcoming.

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“…R-Rebecca? I-I thought you–? Aidan-Aidan said– …How?” 

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Rebecca wasn’t exactly -pleased- to be back on Aidan and Josh’s doorstep, but with her current situation, she literally had nowhere else to go. She sighed loudly before speaking, “If I can die once and come back, I can apparently die twice and come back.” She crossed her arms before continuing, “So, where’s Aidan?” She knew Josh had zero motivation to help her out, but she had to try. She didn’t do well on her own, and it wasn’t like she could just saunter back to Bishop.

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Blood on the Snow || Rebecca & Hannibal

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  "Understandable. My mama always told me if a woman is acting off kilter, she’s probably just hungry as fuck. My problem is I couldn’t cook to save my damn life. Lucky for me, it’s easy to make up for it when you’ve got a huge…" he paused, wondering if she was even still listening or had gone back to distracted mode, "…wallet." 

Rebecca’s unhuman zip forward sealed the deal for him, along with the intense stare that followed her words. Was she trying to compel him? His previous time as a vampire had left him immune to vampire mind control games, but even if he wasn’t, she was doing a pretty lackluster job. Must be new at it, he thought. Instead of laughing he decided to play along, let her out herself instead of more prying questions and hints that he knew what she was. He let his face go slack, void of emotion or amusement—however tempting it was—and stopped in his backwards tracks, vacant eyes locked on hers. “Hungry?” 

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Oh my God, it's working. Rebecca thought as she looked into Hannibal's eyes. Yes, she was hungry starved, she just need to figure out how the hell this whole thing worked before she tried feeding on him in the middle of the street. "Just..stay still" She said,inhaling his scent. It was enough to send her over the edge, her eyes going dark as she felt her fangs press against her bottom lip. "Whatever you do," She said shakily, not breaking eye contact, "Don't scream or move. Hell...enjoy what I'm about to do>" She said working up her confidence.

She studied him a bit more before finally stepping till she was flush against him, daring to taunt herself by running her fangs along his throat. "I cant." She said hoarsely, remembering the last time she had fed from a human. She needed to stop leaving a trail of bodies behind her, that was for sure."But...." she looked at him again. She was so hungry but also so determined to keep some sort of moral compass, and the decision making process was proving to b physically painful. "Fuck it" She said, stepping toward him again.

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Blood on the Snow || Rebecca & Hannibal

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  "You either work graveyard or paint the town red all night." Smirking, he glanced knowingly down at her. "I’ve got a sixth sense for that kind of thing." And a habit of finding trouble in the most unseeming places. 

"A couple blocks. It’s The Lenox down thataway. I’m in town for business, they really hooked it up room-wise. You shoulda seen the hole I was staying in for a while." Hey, living out of motels wasn’t cheap. Sipping his steaming drink he took a few quick strides past Rebecca, twisting so he was in her path, walking backwards. "You look like you’ve got something on your mind, Red. Wanna share with the class?" He momentarily grimaced at his choice of nickname. He’d already named a friend Red. He’d have to come up with something more clever. 

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A couple blocks, Rebecca could certainly manage for a couple blocks (at least that's what she thought.) She wondered, briefly, what he did that required him to stay in cheap motels, but opted not to ask as she was suddenly distracted by him in front of her. She faltered in her step slightly at the designation of "Red", which brought a completely different thought to her mind. That didn't help considering she was growing hungrier by the minute. 

"N-Nothing," She said, flashing him her most charming smile as she hooked her hands behind her back, hoping to seem at ease, "Just hungry. I get distracted when hungry" She admitted, finding herself very distracted by him. Jesus, why did he have to press the issue? Could she do that mind control thing vampires in tv shows could? Maybe she could, she thought as she impulsively made her way closer to him, faster than any human could possibly have closed the gap between the two of them. "Just. Hungry." She said, each word a staccato as she tried to get his eyes to lock with hers. God, this could either be a great success or a complete failure

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Blood on the Snow || Rebecca & Hannibal

[hellomynameisfuckyou]

  "You and me both." Truth be told, his actual brand spanking new homebase was pretty swanky, and he left it (and the state) way more often than he wanted to. Paychecks in his industry required flexibility, however, no matter how alluring Netflix marathons in his boxers were. "Thataway," he motioned over his shoulder again, smiling and smoothly twisting on his heel in the snow to swap directions and head that way instead. "A hop, skip and a jump."

"Lookin’ a little worn out." Hannibal commented seemingly idly, though he was still testing the ‘is this chick a vampire or is this just how Boston broads look?’ line of thinking. "Long night of hippity club hopping or whatever you kids are into nowadays?" 

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Rebecca was completely worn out, worn out and starving and Hannibal bringing it to her attention only made it worse. "You could say that," She said under her breath, stealing a look at him out of the corner of her eye, watching the way his pulse throbbed in his throat. God, the feeling she got was bordering on pain as she watched it, tearing her eyes from his neck and focusing on the snow around them.

"Club hopping?" She asked, still not quite able to look at him, "Do I strike you as a club goer?" Maybe she -did- look a bit strung out, she was certain she had seen better days. "How far away is your place?" She asked, starting to grow impatient again, looking around for an alley to push him into if the place was more than a couple blocks away. 

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I.....am.....starving.