As I whisper in your ear @theoriginal-ripper - Tumblr Blog

Confusion spread across her face as Stefan spoke. There was no teasing tone to his voice, no sarcastic undertone that showed he was playing with her. Either he was an incredible actor, or he was unaware of who she and his beloved Elena was. Rebekah could play this one of two ways. She could ignore Stefan, and tell him to go shove that drink up his arse, or she could play along, and be the focus of his affection for a night. At one point the choice would have been clear, but she had left all thoughts of Stefan and their previous love behind when she had left Mystic falls, and she wasn’t sure if she was strong enough to go down that path again.

"While hearing you give me permission to stake Elena is music to my ears, seeing her again would damper my mood." Pushing her blonde locks behind her shoulder, Rebekah looked around the crowded streets for anyone she might know, specifically Marcel or Klaus, before looking back at Stefan. "Do you really not recognize me? Was the Bennet witch attempting a new spell that backfired?"

theoriginal-ripper

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes he just offered another smile and shook his head. "Again I don't know who this Elena is so I mean honestly, go push her down the stairs or smother her or something, I don't think I really care," he admitted easily with a shrug. It made him wonder what the girl had done to the blonde in front of him. Well he assumed it was a girl, it could of course be a man, he wasn't about to judge name choices. He had been picking his name on a daily basis so he wasn't in a position to get weird about it. Although Stefan did have a ring to it. Almost sounded foreign, he could handle that.

"Trust me if I had a choice in remembering you I would if I could," was added with the same ounce of truth as his other statement. "You aren't a face I would want to forget," his eyes lingered for a moment as they were locked with her's before he moved to turn. "Look, I don't know who this Bennet person is either but I really hope it is a last name. Seems weird as a first," the words were said as he turned complete to move towards a bar before stopping and looking at her again. "So, now that we have established that I really don't remember you but I do like the name Stefan and fully intend on keeping it. How about that drink," he finally questioned again with a mischievous tone to his words. She interested him, he kinda had to know more about her.

#001

blondexambitions

Rebekah had forgotten how much she loved New Orleans. After years of running from Mikael and following Klaus anywhere he very well demanded, she had almost forgotten about the place she had once called home for so many years. But now, back in the hustle and bustle of the lively city, the Blonde remembered just how easily she had felt at home here. Before the likes of Elena Gilbert and her Scooby Gang infiltrated her life, killing off her siblings without a second glance and then giving the blonde the title of villain for wanting to protect her own. But here, in her home, Rebekah was free to do what she pleased and loved who she wanted, that was, until her despicable brother decided to put his nose where it didn’t belong.

Walking through the loud streets as Mardi Gras took over, Bekah kept her eyes peeled for a dark skinned vampire who had once stolen her heart. Instead, her eyes landed on sharp features and intoxicating eyes that had once filled her dreams. "Stefan?" She questioned, knowing that something was off with him. Gone was the stiff way he walked and the worrisome expression that usually took over his face.

Looking around for the rest of the gang, Rebekah vowed to snap Elena’s neck if she had the displeasure of seeing her again. "I’ve finally left Mystic Falls and yet I can’t seem to escape you all. Please tell dear Elena that she should watch that back of her’s, I’ve still got a stake I’d like to shove into it."

theoriginal-ripper

His green eyes looked over long blonde tresses and a pang of familiarity pushed at the back of his mind. The questioning tone of her voice made him tilt his head in a slight confusion. Stefan? Was that his name? It felt right in his mind. Maybe it was. Before he could open his mouth to speak again he caught sight of her eyes looking around for someone and he couldn't help but slightly look around him as well. Was there supposed to be someone with him? His smirk never left his lips as he watched her face shift from confusion to anger and a withering tone entered her voice.

Laughing lightly he shook his head and just fixed her with an easy grin. "Look beautiful, I don't know who this Elena is you are talking about and honestly, go ahead and shove a stake in her back all you want," his hand gestured to her slim form to her hands where she would be holding a stake. "I mean she obviously had to have pissed you off at one point. Look let me make it up to you, Let me take you out for a drink. On me," the words easily moved over his lips, too easily.. almost like he had said them before.

#001

Bass pounded on the other side of the wall but it didn’t matter, what mattered was the sweet taste filling his mouth and the whimpered sound entering his ears as he liked at the skin beneath his tongue. It was amazing, it was a delicious and the only thing he could think of was how it slid down his throat. The bass from the club left his mind and was replaced with the slow of her heart beat. Brunette hair curved over her shoulders and he threaded his fingers deep within her hair and pulled tightly forcing out a gasp. He drank until the very last beat and just let the body drop to the ground. Licking his lips the crimson disappeared and he ran a hand through his hair and slowly cracked his shoulders. Plastering an easy smirk on his face he moved through the alley and back into the crowded streets of New Orleans. Mardi Gras was definitely something. So many people, so little time and it just made his smile grow wider. Gone was the lost feeling from when he woke on a shore far too close to water then his mind wanted him to be.

Rolling his shoulders once more he offered a wink to a passing blonde before catching a strange look on her face.

“Something on your mind, Sweetheart?”