He Lives in You
He Lives In You - my character starts hearing your character’s voice in their head.
Characters - Rebekah and Peyton; hints of others
Setting - Mystic Falls Cemetery, 2098
Why the hell do you always run?
The words slithered into her head quicker than she could have imagined, Peyton’s voice coupled with the perfect disdain that Rebekah knew she would have put into them if she’d spoken them aloud. It made the blonde stop walking, her eyes widening as she struggled. The voice sounded like Peyton sixty years ago and the blonde stopped herself from crying the pinpricks of tears that erupted in her eyes.
You can’t handle death, even though you’ve seen it a million times. You hurt the people you love because you run away. Like that will make it better, Bekah. Grow up.
She was right that time. Rebekah hadn’t handled Hadley’s death well. Riley’s had been long and drawn out, cancer finally taking out the best hunter Bekah knew. Jesse’s had come much earlier than she’d thought, and all three times she had gone out on the rails. A week of feeding on unsuspecting humans and she was usually back to coping. But that wasn’t working this time. Peyton was different. She always had been.
This time, Peyton was gone, and Rebekah still wanted to throw something at the universe. “This is your own damn fault.” She was talking to herself now, looking like a crazy person. “I wanted you here with me forever. But you never would turn.” It was true. Rebekah had begged and pleaded, but after the baby had come along, she knew it was never going to happen. Reconciling that had taken a long time.
You don’t always get what you want. I’m dead. Obviously.
She glared then, her eyes withering as she stared down an unsuspecting human. The human in question crossed the road, looking just a little terrified. Rebekah let out a long sigh, turning her head to the side as she ran her hand through her hair.
“What the hell am I supposed to do?” she asked, sitting down on the bench in the park. “You’re gone. I left. I can’t go back.” It was true. She’d left her family so many times, had disappeared for weeks at time, and it wasn’t fair to anyone for her to return to the home she’d had for the past fifty years.
Stop befriending mortals. Duh. It’s not rocket science.
“I already have. But I can’t just sit here and wait for the rest of you to die.” She’d thought she could do it, thought that after living over 1,000 years, she could let people go easier. But some things are never easier with time, and watching people you love die is just one of them.
You’re going to have to.
“I don’t want to.” The bite was back in her voice and even though she felt as if this were all some surreal experience, it was incredibly real to the blonde Original.
I miss you, but I’m going to be here watching you. Well, not all of the time. That would be too kinky.
The blonde let out a dark chuckle.
You need to pick yourself back up and remember who the hell you are. You’re strong. You’re an Original. You have so many people that depend on you.
She scoffed.
It’s true. Now suck up your pride, go back to your family, tell them you’re done running, and stop talking to a dead girl. It makes you seem messed up in the head.
She smiled.
“I’m going to miss you, Peyton.” She whispered to the wind as she looked at the tombstone and the fresh earth surrounding it.
I’ll miss you, too. But I’m never really gone.
Rebekah stood. “I love you.”
I love you, too. Keep an eye on Chase.
The blonde nodded and took another minute before she turned, peace finally falling over her.
