“If you’re going to pin me to the ground, at least tell me why.”
SHE OF SHARP SMILE! SHE OF WICKED TEETH … Rebekah’s knees straddle his hips, hands tangling in dark strands fine as silk, pressing his face into the damp earth. She is laughing: half madness / half mirth, head tilted back towards the sky as to see if the sun would laugh too. Her insides are all twisted with rage. Twisted, and knotted and screaming. In an instant, she goes still, the hand buried in his hair pulling his head backwards so that she can see his eyes. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes she has always loved.
" You lied to me. " Her voice is a whisper in his ear. " You thought I wouldn't find out. You thought it would be a simple lie and that I would be like one of your simple girls and never be the wiser. " Rebekah releases him then. Pulling herself to her feet, she smoothes out the front of her dress until it looks decent despite the stain of red, but her gaze never leaves him.
" I thought we had worked through our past. I thought you loved me. You made it very clear you did. But this ... this trollop, this wretched thing parades around you like a peacock and your head is turned. " The girl was insignificant. Some pauper's daughter, perhaps simply food for the younger vampire. But Rebekah had seen the way she had looked at Damon. Hungry. Desperate. And it had thrown her into such a violent fit, she had torn the girl's throat out the minute she had a chance.
" I should never have trusted you again. You always do this. You always ruin us. " Rebekah watches as he picks himself up from the ground, as he takes in the blood on her hands and her dress, and she smiles. And there it is again, the sound of laughter. " But what does it matter? What is done is done. And you and I, Damon, are done. " She had made up her mind on the walk through her husband's estate: there would be no more late night meetings in the woods, no more lavished displays of affection, no more love. " Now, you should leave before my husband finds you. "
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