mikaelsonsister:

SHE TIP TOES TOWARDS HIM, every movement quiet and graceful, like a cat. and when she finally comes to stand in front of him, she lowers herself to his level. the original brings a hand up to wipe blood off of his chin with her thumb, gently.   shh,   she hushes. she’s taken a cloth and started cleaning him of the blood that covers him — everywhere. but she focuses on his face, cleaning him so gently and with such care. 

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the first is always the hardest,   she says, her lips pursing into a deep frown.  it makes it all so real. ’  it all hits you at once after your first kill, the realization that your reality is different, that you are different. that even the kindest, gentlest soul has the capacity for cold blooded murder after they’re turned into a vampire. because vampires are monsters, plain and simple. rebekah made jeremy into a monster. no, she thinks with certainty. she won’t let that happen

she’d be ( even more ) damned if she let that sweet soul of his slip away. but she’s also promised to be honest with him, especially when it comes to the terrible parts of vampirism. and the fact is that he killed these people. and he will kill more people. rebekah, herself, has lost count of the number of people she’s murdered since turning. she’s afraid the number would send jeremy running to for the hills, even thinking that he could be possible of attaining that many names on his list.   i’m going to make you some coffee. it helps with the high.   and then she’s going to burn this house, and any evidence that they were ever here, to the ground. she doesn’t tell him that, yet, though. she wants him to relax, after all. 

hazy, darken hues avoid her gaze, even upon her approach. his mind is like a broken record, burning every single second of the slaughter to memory, refusing to let him escape from his damnation. these people are the reason why they’re able to keep hope safe and— god, hope! his hearing is in tune enough to pick up on that little heartbeat, but he immediately regrets that fact. it’s been several days since he’s see her, let alone allowed himself to be anywhere near her room. tonight is validation for the distance he’s created. he was supposed to protect her from the demons at night, and instead became one himself.

his arms are too lethargic and heavy to shoo away her gentle touch – it’s far more than he deserves, a monster being comforted while surrounded by his victims. “they begged for mercy, and i didn’t even hesitate.” disgust-lanced tones leave his lips as jeremy turns his head to the side, eyes fixed on his handiwork. there’s plenty of landscape for her to tend to on that side of his jaw, so surely she’ll allow him this one reprieve. “he bled out much quicker than her.” a nod in the corpses’ direction. “his heart was beating so fast it just pushed the life right out of him. worried about his wife, i guess. and her?” there’s something of a scoff of self-deprecation. his fingers start to fidget, intertwine in the loose clasp of his hands, picking at the stains of his nail beds. “i think she died of pure fright.”

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