HOW STRANGE IT IS TO BE A GOD AMONG MORTALS. To walk the earth a thousand years and a thousand more. To see kingdoms rise and fall and wash away in the tide that is time. To withstand so much of human history and rise to prominence again and again, only to still fall short of the one thing she so desperatly desired. The one thing Elena had in abundance.
The old one had not intended to become in any way involved with the Gilbert girl. On the contrary, she had only come to Fell's Church to fetch what rightfully belonged to her. Whatever had driven her away from Damon Salvatore years prior had finally faded from her mind & she had come for him, like she always had before. It should have been easy to pull him away and back into her embrace. ( He had always been so easily moved by her presence. ) but what she had not imagined, what would have been an impossibility in ever other version of their story, was the presence of Elena Gilbert.
Rebekah had watched as the little, insignificant town of Fell's Church swirled around the girl. Watched as every move Elena made caused a ripple effect in the lives of those around her, shifting the pieces in a larger game she seemed to have no idea she was playing. And Damon ... he had not said it, had not spoken the words out loud, but Rebekah was certain the attention he gave the girl was more than a ploy to gain access to her pretty little neck.
" Madness? Madness, no. Not madness, Elena. " The words are slow, syllables held for longer than needed, as thin, sharp fingers trace up the other girl's arm until they rest upon her shoulder. A WARNING / A PROPHECY. " Love, " she whispers it in shell of her porcelain ear, " This is love. " For love, Rebekah would give up the world: all of the power she had amassed, all of the wealth, all of her earthly possessions. For love, Rebekah would burn down the world: anything and anyone who stood in her way would be reduced to nothing but ash.
' YOU CANNOT TAKE LOVE, REBEKAH. YOU CAN ONLY BID IT TO COME. ' : Elijah's voice slithers into her mind, unbidden, and she lets go of the other girl, stepping back as rose petal lips curling into an animal's smile. " But if you want it to be madness, then let it be madness. What you name it does not matter. What matters is that I will get my way. I always do. "
& @angelrisen sent in a prompt. / @eldestbrcther .
