#pre!hell cord

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Thomas and Rebecca

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Character(s):: Cord (pre!Hell-Rebecca) and Thomas Word Count:: 626

She spun barefoot, the edges of her dress torn, frayed, and stained. Wind wrapped around her body, dark hair obscuring most of her face until she tipped her head back. She could taste the storm on the wind, feel the charge in the air before each strike of lightening. It was invigorating. To feel the storm surge and rush in around her, calling to her. 

Rebecca was done pretending to be normal. What was the point of being different if she couldn’t enjoy it, even for a few stolen moments here and there. She was a damned woman after all, her soul signed away on a kiss on a crossroads. Her first kiss at that. If she was already destined for hell, what harm could come of dabbling in magic? 

Laughter spilled from her lips as she threw her arms out wide moments before lightening struck, the electricity crackling through her as she finally stilled. When her eyes opened, they glowed an electric blue and she grinned. The bolt had struck the ground mere steps from her, but she could pull it from the ground and into herself. Knowing that the spell had worked made her feel giddy, unstoppable, but she knew she had to release the energy before it tore its way out of her. 

Kneeling, she pressed her palms flat to the damp earth and breathed out, scorching the ground in a large circle around herself. Patterns formed through it, tethering her to the circle for the time being. 

When she looked up again, a man was sitting just outside of her reach, watching her with rapt attention. He had felt the tug of power and it had him curious. What he had not been expecting was to see his own eyes staring back at him.

“Quite the remarkable talent you have there, miss,” he commented, not wanting to let the silence stretch for too long. 

Her expression hardened as her arms crossed, all attitude and mistrust. It was enough to make Thomas laugh. So very much like her mother, a spitfire in her own right. But she had gotten power from him and he was delighted. “I mean no harm, but power calls to power,” he explained as he touched the ground, energy crackling up his arm as he grinned. 

She was damned from birth, he knew that. She was his child and it meant a taint on her soul. It wasn’t right she should be punished for being his daughter, but there was more to it now. 

“Who are you and why do you care?” It seemed a fair enough question to ask, but she doubted he would give her a real answer. Men seldom did when a lady asked anything of them. 

“As I said, power calls to power.” He could feel her mistrust and hostility, but underneath that was fear. She was terrified he would cause her to get in trouble or worse. “I mean you no harm.” 

Rebecca could taste the truth in his words, the feel of it clung to her. There was something akin to affection and wonderment and it did nothing to lessen her fear of him. Yet, despite that fear, when he offered his hand, she reached out for it, unsure why but she needed to. 

The connection tore the breath from her lungs, eyes widening at the sheer electric feel of it. 

“I could teach you, if you’d like, miss.”

“Rebecca. My name is Rebecca,” she corrected, not liking the way he said miss. It made her feel small, childlike, and she was no child. Not since she made her crossroads deal and sealed her own fate.

“Rebecca then,” he amended, bowing his head as he smiled at her. “You may call me Thomas.”

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“I do believe you to be quite the influence. Although, I could hardly call you a good influence.” It didn’t matter much to a damned woman, or it shouldn’t, but she wasn’t entirely sure she could just abandon the girl she had been her whole life. It never once crossed her mind that she had burned that bridge in particular when she made a deal at a crossroads.