#brainiac besties : rebekah

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"Whoever got to decide that kind of bullshit? Way to share with the class" Lance replied and shook his head, because really. Only one cure? Compared to hundreds if not thousand of vamps out there? That really was bullshit.

When she met him with a smile, he returned the favor by giving her he cheeky grin, chuckling to himself, unable to keep a cheesy comment in.

"Oh and I'm certain I know a few ways to rile you up" he replied, grin growing bigger, until he started laughing and waved it right off. "You know what, I take that one back. Too cheesy even for my standard. Please don't kill me. At least not yet. I'll get back to you on that one" Lance went on, eyes now moving back and forth between her and the door.

A part of him still wanted to leave now that he'd gotten what he wanted. Still a habit especially after anything even remotely close to a fight. But of course, she just had to mention hunger and happy juice as a peace offering now, and it only just now hit him how hungry he really was. The hunger flashed right across his face for a second, almost feral and dark, but was once again replaced with a smirk and a challenging look.

"Hm. That does sound kind of nice" Lance mused, stepping a little closer at last, interested. Getting thrillingly close to her now, considering that he was very aware of the fact that her mood could still swing right back into neckbreaking territory. But there was just something about telling her this 'neat' little fact about himself like this. Close to her. Almost intimate.

"Here's for the first bit of no bullshit and giving it to each other straight though" he went on, a throwback to his previous proposal to her.

"If it's human happy juice, then I'm afraid I won't be able to join you. Can't keep it down no matter how hard I try. Hence the little...snack earlier" he explained while pointing at her neck, where he took a sip not too long ago. "So unless you're offering, I'm afraid I'll have to go and get myself some takeout. Now that I think about it, maybe you'd like to join me. Seems like you could use some more ways to blow off some steam. You looked quite murderous just a second ago. Sure could use that."

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therebekahmikaelson​:

“Well, it’s about time you bloody returned!” Said Rebekah on the cusp of retching. The nausea was beginning to subside as Lance appeared to return to himself. His demon friend came and went as quickly as that day at the beach, terrorizing in full force before suddenly vanishing. “You better get a grip because I am not dealing with your alter ego! He’s insufferable, in case no one has ever mentioned.”

Clambering back to a stance, Rebekah wiped her lips with the back of her palm and briskly shook her head. “Not going to do anything? Sorry! Don’t buy it. He had me seeing my worst fears manifested and I nearly upchucked all over this rug. We’re going to figure out something else. No more of that blood. Might as well be Original poison.”

More lethal than a werewolf bite, she thought. The creatures that were their innate enemy were built to send vampires falling into a frenzy the moment their saliva pieced through skin. Rebekah wasn’t exactly privy to these bites, but she imagined this was far worse - and far more powerful. “I need time to think. Plan B. Plan A nearly got us both killed.”

“I know” Lance snapped somewhat, though it sounded more desperate than angry. Because of course did he know. It wasn’t just insufferable. It was unbearable. Fucking insane. To suddenly have something inside your brain and body. Something that could control both with ease. Mess with both. Threaten both.

Lance increased the distance between them all the more, feeling dizzy from it all. The sudden loss of control. Her bite, even though he’d been the one to suggest it this time. The blood on his hand, making it shake harder and harder. Just like her, he needed to sit down. Aiming for the edge of the bed, but missing it, tripping. Still not used to how all thanks to her blood, he could see again. With both his eyes. He stumbled and fell, barely managing to land in a sitting position on the ground right next to the bed. Unable to keep a harsh curse in, followed by a single, woeful huff.

Pulling his angled legs to his chest, Lance pressed his forehead to his knees for a while, needing a moment to keep everything from spinning.

“Everything is so fucked up” he muttered into his lap, shaking his head a bit. “I never meant for any of this to happen. For anyone to get hurt. I just want to go home.“

He stayed like that a little while longer, and only looked back up again when she said that she needed time to think. Unable to hide the panicked look on his face, those pesky tears that had managed to slip right past his barriers.

“It made me kill someone in there” he blurted out, suddenly, because he figured that if anyone could believe him, it was her. After everything she told him about herself, after everything she witnessed it do. “Police are probably looking for me out there” he went on, pleading eyes now seeking hers.

“Can I stay here? While you take some time to think? I really don’t want to go back out there. It’s driving me fucking insane.”

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therebekahmikaelson​:

“I don’t appreciate your calling me a Star Trek person. Yes, I’ve been around long enough to know about that little green booger one and the big ole teddy bear-looking creature, who I do not resemble.” Now fully dressed, Rebekah frowned and folded her arms, facing Lance with a defensive glare.

“Secondly, I am made for that life. It is only this body that prohibits it. Why shouldn’t I be? Our condition may not be human, but it does not remove our ability to love and care for family. If it did, you think I’d be standing in this very room? I’d be half-way across the world to rid myself of my idiotic brothers without a thought. A thousand years old and I still care deeply for Thing One and Thing Two. I’d say enough proof a human heart remains.”

At the mention of the cure in Lance’s possession and then Marcellus (the latter a subject which she chose to ignore), Rebekah’s fury grew. The Original’s voice rose an octave. “If you were to obtain the cure only to escape your stupid situation, you would be a coward! I want it to live and you want it to die! I would never forgive you. No. I would find a witch, and bring you back to life, and punch you in the nose and make your second coming a terrible hell.”

With a shake of her head, Rebekah brushed past the man, hastily returning downstairs. She was done with Lance’s over-dramatics and mockery. Yes, the sex had been grand (this was not the time to think over that), but he was incessantly frustrating.

“I meant it as in chewing Rebecca. Y’know. Because you’re a vampire. Teeth. Biting. Chewing. Though I realize now that was a dumb one” Lance tried to save the capsizing ship, but it was too late. She was starting to visibly become upset and he knew that even if he tried to explain to her how he’d meant it all, the damage had been done already. Worse still, she misunderstood what he was saying about the cure almost completely, didn’t leave him any chance to clarify, just brushed right past him.

And sure enough. There still was a second there where he honestly considered just leaving, like back in the old days. Not bothering to deal with any sort of complications or clarifications because it was easier, because what was the point, because it was a waste of time anyway.

But her earlier words kept bouncing around in his head now.

You are a friend. 

He didn’t have many of those these days. Truth be told, he had none. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized that that was fucking horrible. So in the end and as a first, he actually went after her to try and salvage the whole thing. After all, this was what he was trying so goddamn hard to do now, ever since he’d gotten out. To be better than his old self. To do better.

“Wait” he said after turning up in front of her within the blink of an eye, keeping some distance between them because he didn’t fancy getting his neck broken by her, given how mad she obviously still was at him.

“You make it sound like there’s only one cure. I didn’t know that when I said that just now. I thought it’s something where you put some ingredients together or, I don’t know, use spells or whatever and that you can do it more than once. Like a cure to any other disease” he tried to explain, previous cheekiness and smiles and smirks completely gone within the blink of an eye.

“So for the record : I would never take that from you, okay. Given how much you want it and that there’s only one - I’d let you have it if I stumbled across it. Just so we’re clear. I know I’m an asshole. But I’m not that kind of asshole.  Not anymore. I don’t want to make things worse for people just on the off chance that it might slightly improve my situation. Let’s face it, that cure’s not gonna change shit for me anyway. And I know that. I can always die without it if I want to too, so there’s that. I’ll manage without it just fine. I always do.”

He looked at her a moment longer to make it clear that he was perfectly serious and genuine with it. He thought about saying other things, too. Vehemently denying the idea that he was a coward after everything he’d done to survive, everything he’d gone through. And other parts that kept lingering around no matter how ridiculous and paradoxical they were, given his beliefs and usual attitude. Maybe living like this forever is what I fucking deserve anyway. I had it coming. I killed someone. Took a life. Indirectly caused more to end, too. So who the fuck am I to want mine back.

But he said none of that.

“I’m sorry I upset you. It’s the opposite of what I wanted.”

And now, that just made him snort somewhat miserably, angrily. Story of his life for the past ten years. “I’ll leave you alone” he said and with that turned around, eager to increase and increase and increase that distance as quickly as possible.

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His face visibly lit up when she granted him his request, and boy was she right. He definitely needed a good night's rest. Though truth be told, he still feared the night in a way, ever so worried about it never getting light out again, just the way it had happened before. But still, he was more than happy to accept her offer, took her hand without much consideration and got back on his feet.

"Sounds fine by me, thank you" he replied, meaning it, then started following her. Soon enough though, that damned feeling of the all too familiar paranoia made itself know once again, despite the noises his growling stomach made.

"That brother of yours" he said, letting go of her hand, but still following her. "He's not gonna turn up later, is he? You don't make him sound like someone one wants to be around."

Thanks to her supernatural senses, Rebekah was back to seeing clearly in a jiff. Her head finally stopped pounding and the churning sensation in her stomach decided to settle. The vision of Mikael kindly left her brain, which meant the Original's regular temperment was back in order. Lance, unfortunately, appeared the opposite. She watched the man's balance waiver and resorted to staying quiet while he cradled his knees and swayed back and forth like a baby. It was pitiful really, the sight of him. Made it much harder to kick the dilapidated human back outside.

"Well, I suppose Plan B can wait, can't it? I wager you need a good night's rest and, considering you're a wanted man, I don't have the heart to fling you to the streets. You know, I've gotten a looksie at every police officer in the city at the moment, given they're always sniffing around when my brother wreaks havoc, and they're mostly big-bellied ones now. They used to be so handsome back in the olden days."

Shrugging, Rebekah rose from the floor and offered Lance a hand. "Come on. That was not our finest hour. What say you to some supper and a good night's rest?"

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therebekahmikaelson​:

“Like I said, hardly expect you to understand,” replied Rebekah with narrowed eyes. “These bodies, this strength, and these cravings are all something unnatural. Mankind was meant to get wrinkly and old. To create life, rather than take it. Perhaps our immortality is at the root of our unhappiness.” She shrugged and sat up, fishing for her discarded shirt on the floor. “I like the idea of a quiet life someday. White picket fence, no enemies in sight. A shot at a happy family like I had before everything went down the drain. Sue me for that.”

As Lance lamented over their connection in mockery, Rebekah threw a pillow at his head. It catapulted him between the eyes with remarkable speed. “Cheer up. I’m sure you’ll find some idiotic girl who will let you fuck her brains out when I’m gone. Do think of me, though. While it’s happening.” A wicked smile flashed across the Mikaelson’s face. She rose from the bed to properly dress.

The Original was halfway through pulling on her trousers when she looked to Lance with a brow raised. “So it’s let the menace tag-along or you’re done for? That puts a damper on things. Have you considered that your new state might make a difference? You can’t easily die. Maybe you’d be able to withstand some sort of supernatural eviction notice.”

“Or maybe it’s just other people” Lance replied, and though he actually meant it, others being the root of his unhappiness, he still kept the smile right up. Gave her an amused chuckle, when she talked about her white picket fence.

“Don’t worry. Not sueing” he assured her, then pointed right at her. “But I give you....three months. No, one month. Until you’re bored out of your mind, tear that fence down, and set it on fire just to get a little more action. I know I would”  Lance told her, as he sat back down on the bed so he could watch her get dressed. “Face it, Chewbecca. We’re a lot alike in that department. Neither you nor I are made for that kind of life.”

He started laughing and cursing when she hit him right in his face with the pillow, actually sent him falling back down into the mattress from the sheer force of her toss. Still didn’t quite have his faster reflexes and powers under control just yet. Luckily, it was just a pillow, though. Didn’t hurt.

“Oh I’ll definitely think of you” he muttered into the pillow with a huge grin on his face, then pulled it down so he could shake it out, then put it neatly back onto the mattress. Still fairly amused and having fun, at least until it got right back to the brainiac topic. And just like that, Lance snorted once as the look on his face got more serious again.

“I have. I did. Told you. It wasn’t pretty” he repeated, look getting more and more hollow. He leaned back and made himself comfortable on her bed again, fully clothed and both his hands folded neatly on his stomach as he just looked at her. “Probably shouldn’t tell you this, knowing you and your brothers are going to use it against me at some point. But hey. No bullshit, right” Lance went on, letting out a deep sigh as he started fumbling with the silk sheets below his hips for a while, avoiding her gaze now.

“This new state doesn’t make any difference. I learned that the hard way. You take it out of the equation, I’m done for, yes. I’m guessing it’s because I got the damage as a little souvenir back in ‘48. Y’know. A time and place I was never even supposed to be. Not even vamp blood can cure that kind of unnatural fuckery. That damage’s here to stay. Just like my little brainiac friend. Truth be told, I was fucking lucky it’s so fucking clingy and decided to latch right on to me again, despite my first little eviction notice. Totally saved my ass. Didn’t even hold much of a grudge” Now, he was smiling again, but this time, it didn’t reach his eyes anymore. “So hey, maybe that whole cure idea doesn’t sound so bad after all. Maybe I should give it a go, too. Just so I can die. Beats the prospect of having someone evict this thing forever before I do. And leaving me eternally impaired without it. Unable to die.” And yes. That certainly sent a huge unpleasant shiver down his spine. “That’d be awful” Lance added, quieter, and for the first time, he sounded genuinely upset and scared.

It didn’t last very long though.

“Not quite as awful as your white picket family life though” he added with a smirk, but that one wasn’t quite so wicked and self righteous anymore. “Now. What does Marcellus say about the whole kids deal I wonder? Doesn’t strike me as the family type. Or a play house type. Didn’t you say he’s more of a play king to a whole city type? He’s the one, right? Is he going to join you? Who else is going to be the baby daddy if he’s not?” Despite the previous topic, he was always down to gossip, and his sudden change in body language, the look on his face, made it more than obvious.

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therebekahmikaelson​:

Watching Lance dress from her sprawling lounge, Rebekah purposefully adjusted the bedsheets, allowing a better view of her exposed breasts. Teasing the man just a little would be part of the fun. As he voiced the question, however, the Original’s coy smile subsided. “With all my heart,” she said, running a finger against the silk fabric of the sheets.

“Many of our kind are drawn to immortality. What greater gift, they say? More of a curse in my opinion. We are frozen in time, unable to age, and unable to procreate the way our bodies were meant by nature. It is no wonder that over time we begin to lose sight of our humanity. More beast than person.”

Rebekah shrugged and finally met Lance’s eyes. “My brothers aren’t thrilled with the idea, but it is a dream I can’t give up. A second shot at life and love. Can’t expect them to understand. They’ve always adapted to this bloody life more easily, even Elijah in his gentleness.” A hum of realization sounded. Lance would be the same, no doubt.

“So, if you ever hear of such a thing, I expect it’s part of our little bargain that you tell me. Likewise, I’ll let you know if I happen across a book called Expelling Brainiac Demons For Dummies.” Her usual wicked smile returned, resembling Klaus’s expression far too closely. “The ‘dummies’ part is critical.”

Cheeky woman. Knew exactly what she was doing with those bedsheets. Strongwilled and all that he was, almost spiteful...even he couldn’t will himself to not look at her perfect display. Smirking and giving her a ‘scolding’ shake of his head. Luckily or unluckily for him, things turned more serious again though, as she proceeded to give him an honest answer to his question. Despite the outdated vocabulary she was using to describe her woes, he did get it. Even though he himself was still torn when it came down to whether he liked the prospect of immortality or not.

“Well. Who cares what they think. Your life, you choice, right. I say go get it and fuck what anybody else has to say about it” he replied, because this thing was something that hit way too close to home for him as well. Other people. Trying to force their lives and choices and ideas onto someone. Against their will. Without any consideration what it might do to someone. But even then he couldn’t keep a cheeky smirk and tease in.

“Even though I think that giving up immortality to have kids and get all wrinkly and die’s a pretty...bold decision” Lance added while chewing on his lower lip to keep the smirk from growing too big. “And whatever shall I do without you? I thought we just developed a connection. Is this really how you roll? Sleep with a guy and then tell him to spend all of eternity all alone? The audacity.”

Lance was laughing and found his own joke funny, yet there was a ping of sadness after all. Of wondering. The whole point why the prospect of immortality, especially like this, wasn’t quite so clear cut for him. He didn’t have many friends. The ones he’d had had already died. More would die. She’d said she was his friend, but if she cured herself and became mortal, she too would die some day. He was a loner, comfortable in his own skin and with his own company. But even he was wondering how long that could go right for. Until things turned ugly. Until neverending loss and loneliness did turn him into the monster she kept talking about. He’d gotten pretty close to that already. Back inside Collingwood. And that had been after ‘just’ nine months. Who knew what eternity with this thing inside could do.

Just like that though, her answer to the cure question got another genuine laugh and smile out of him.

“Oh shut up” he replied, though yeahhh. Sure enough. He’d been a dummy. Getting himself into all this mess all by himself. But hey, at least he was trying to own up to it now. Slowly. Real fucking slow. Lance let out a soft sigh and waved her off, then started walking over to the window.

“And don’t bother. It’s not going to work anyway. First thing I tried after getting back to modern times. Wasn’t pretty.” He kept looking out the window with a smile on his face, though it didn’t reach his eyes. Then, suddenly, he figured that maybe, given their little agreement...maybe he could actually say something for a change. Drop some truth. So he turned his head back in her direction and beamed that ever so present mask he’d put up right at her, despite the truth that followed.

“Turns out, if you pull the plug on it, that’s it for me. What did they call it...ah yeah, right. Massive irreversible brain damage. Permanently impaired. Guess that explains the dummy part” he joked, though it fell a bit flat. “So thanks, but I’m good just the way I am now. You’re in for a twofer here. Always and forever.” For a moment, the statement lingered heavy in the air, the smile faltering a bit. Until just like that, it was back with a wicked vengeance.

“Got its perks though. I’ve been practicing a lot lately. Now I get to do this all day long if I feel like it.” Suddenly, her bedsheets started sliding lower and lower all by themselves, slow and steady, revealing more of her naked form beneath. And damn it, hadn’t she been right about it earlier. Vampirism and heightened senses. An incomparable treat indeed. Maybe, he was starting to regret that he’d put all his clothes back on already.

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therebekahmikaelson​:

“I ripped your favorite shirt and you used me as bloody afternoon delight in more ways than one. Consider us even.” Rebekah recalled the sharp teeth trailing above her shoulder up to her jawline. In this new immortal form, Lance was some sort of sadist, apparently, though Rebekah had not bothered to heed this little surprise. The Original could’ve torn his head clean off his shoulders, but nothing more than an undignified moan signified she felt the vampire’s frisky, bitey side.

As his fingers trailed over every inch of skin so freshly explored, she smiled with smug laziness that turned to pleasure as soon as Lance returned his mouth to her neck.

“So, your grand proposal is that we continue to bump uglies whilst not conspiring to ruin the other’s life? No jealousy, no strings, only candid truths.” Rebekah considered this - which was considerably difficult, given the hands running down her sides, moving dangerously low - but she kept a clear enough mind to decide it was an agreement that made sense.

She couldn’t say the same for Marcel. Far too much history seeped between them, and even when they tried to push feelings aside, everything unraveled into messy, painful chaos. With Lance, there was not a lick of romance. Blast. He was good at this, though.

“Fine. Works for me. Get clingy or weird or annoying and this whole thing is off. And don’t feel like this is permission to follow me around 24/7 like a lost puppy. Perhaps consider getting a life now that you’re stuck here, in this body, forever.”

The mental image of her being his bloody afternoon delight did leave him with a big and smug grin on his face for a moment. “Yeahhhh, I guess we’re even” he muttered in amusement, trailing his fingertips along her bare chest one more time, only to stop half way through. “At least for this round” Lance added as he let go and chuckled to himself. Carefully nodding along as she rehashed his proposal with an affirmative little “Yup.”

He turned on his back and was already trying to come up with a gracious excuse to get up. Luckily for him, her reply to his suggestion made it easy. He laughed, maybe a bit too suddenly and loudly, and took this as his cue to get moving.

“You wish” he said in regards to her following her around 24/7 comment, then got out of bed to start collecting and putting his clothes back on. Or what was left of them. Sighing once again somewhat woefully, at the sight of his favorite shirt being a complete goner.

“Well, too fucking bad your brother dearest fucking killed me. Otherwise I’d still have a life to begin with.”

The former tv host knew that this wasn’t exactly true. His life had been ‘taken’ way before that. But still. Didn’t ever want to miss any chance to hate on what Niklaus had done. And even now, the pain and bitterness was still obvious in his voice. Lance didn’t bother looking at her as he put his pants back on, followed by his socks, suspiciously thorough with the way he put them on.

“But really. Who says that I don’t have a life anyway?” he went on, now looking at Rebekah after all with a challenging frown. “Don’t know what your definition of ‘getting a life’ entails, but the way I see it?” Now, he was twirling his finger around in the air, to outline the sight of her still naked form in bed.

“I’m getting it just fine.”

Lance fell quiet for a little while after that, taking his time to finish putting on his clothes, tying his converse sneakers right up, followed by a firm zipper of his light jacket - now that he didn’t have a shirt anymore. And didn’t that feel nice. To be all wrapped up again. Almost like encased in impenetrable armor. Soon enough, the aloof smirk and cocky behavior made way for pensive consideration. Not quite looking her in the eye, but thinking it through regardless.

“Did you mean it earlier?” he asked then, rubbing at the side of his neck, the place he’d been bit and bleed out not too long ago. “That you’re getting a cure? Getting your life back?”

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therebekahmikaelson​:

Turned out the wackadoodle had some smarts up his sleeve! Perhaps Lance had wooed a woman or two in his day. The way his teeth grazed her skin, inching lower from her breasts to her belly, gave Rebekah little reason to spout complains or ornery jabs. Instead, she emitted an involuntary moan, letting him have his way before half-tossing him to the bed. 

It took a special kind of man to appreciate the female Original’s innate strength: Rebekah could rip one’s head clean off if she tried. For centuries, she loathed the unfeminine and monstrous power bestowed by their mother’s curse. Delicate she was not. Though, with the right person (assuming she did not have a reason to rip off their head), that strength felt liberating. Lustful. Fun.

Tearing his clothes off with little patience, the vampire straddled atop Lance and wasted little time with foreplay. Best to get on with what they both yearned for hungrily. Their union was without clumsy apologies or romantic whispers. It was animal - perhaps monster - as they both caved to the other’s deep desire, shame and niceties tossed to the wind. 

By the time it was over, Rebekah’s eyes remained on the nape of Lance’s neck. She fought back a wicked grin. “Not so bad. I’ve certainly had worse.”

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One bad part about vampirism was the fact that he didn’t quite get to bask in the afterglow of it all. Being out of breath, exhausted, ready to let it all ease out. Despite the previous debauchery, all of that was absent already and he felt perfectly in shape, more so now that all of this had also included just a little bit of drinking her blood. Sneakily so, maybe involuntarily, but still. The buzz of that power pouring down his throat alone had been enough to keep him from sulking over the loss of that after. Instead, he met her with an equally wicked grin.

“I’m offended you expected otherwise” Lance replied, raising a judging eyebrow at her. “I was just about to apologize for taking a sip and being a bit rough earlier. But nope, not gonna anymore. You ripped my favorite shirt in half and didn’t give me an A+ on the performance review. FWB contract cancelled. Crossing you out.”

Soon enough, the look on his face changed into something a bit softer, as he turned on his side so he could look at her better with a satiated little smile on his face. Careful not to touch or get too close. After all, she’d made her stance on that clear before. Don’t you dream of saying anything romantic unless you’d like your teeth out of your head. Still so funny. How alike they were in many ways.

“But really. Guess you were right earlier. Far better in this form and with another bloodsucker” he went on, giving her a pleased and cheeky grin. He traced her naked collarbones with his fingers after all, because how the fuck could he not? Woman was fucking gorgeous like this. He let his fingertips travel up her neck where just a little while earlier, his mouth and teeth had been. It didn’t take his thoughts and those pesky heightened emotions long to catch up to him though - making him realize what the fuck he was doing despite the warnings and his own boundaries. Almost being....tender with her. Touching her without the intention of fucking her. Just doing it for the sake of it, to admire and cherish her beauty.

Fuck. No.

He still plastered a smile across his face, forced it there, but quickly, yet gracefully stopped ghosting his fingertips across her skin, moved the hands away. Only to dive down for another trail of heated kisses along the side of her neck, teeth and all, careful not to draw any blood though. And wasn’t it fucking marvelous. Not just to be on her like this instead, like an animal, a monster, the way she loved to call it, but also, how it conveniently hid the expression on his face away from her. He only looked back up again when he figured everything was back under control, neatly tugged away behind a brick wall. With a challenging look on his face, eyes dark and pupils dilated, hair pointing in every direction.

“Don’t know about you, but I see the appeal here” he began, but left her no chance to reply just yet. “And no, before you give me another cheeky jab, please just let me finish. This isn’t about a cheap let’s do it again sometime line. I’m serious” Lance was quick to add, cockiness making way for some sincerity at last. “I got a proposal for you. And no, not that kind either” he was even quicker to add the second he realized how this could be taken. There was a short pause as he tried his best to convey the sincerity with the look on his face and through his eyes.

“I get what you were saying earlier. That you’re tired of some things and want an out. Can’t give you the cure and a normal life, but I propose something that I think is just as good for the both of us now. No bullshit. From either side.” With that, he starts drawing a line down her bare chest, each time he lists another point.

“Nothing complicated. No ulterior motives. No backstabbing. No lying. Just.. this right here. Straight to the point. Everything at face value for what it is. Clear intentions, boundaries, the whole schtick. I don’t do complicated. I don’t scheme. I don’t intentionally hurt unless I’m forced to. I’m not Marcelus. I’m not family. I’m nothing other than this right here.”A short pause. And despite the no bullshit, there are some parts he didn’t say. Leaves right out. The things that he was. Just a body. A dead man walking. One that gives her his ever so confident fucking smile.

“So with the no bullshit in mind, feel free to give it to me straight. If you think that works for you, then fan-fuckin-tastic, let’s do it again some time. A lot. if not, then it was a nice one time thing, no egos bruised, no questions asked. Don’t get me wrong, I dig the whole I can’t stand you vibe we got going most of the time. It’s fun. But I’ve been there before and things did get complicated, they always do, and I don’t want to add to your pile of woes. So I’d like to keep this straight right from the off.”

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The cheekiness only increased when she agreed to join him without any protest, now giving her a satisfied grin.

"Half the city you say" he repeated her answer, intrigued, but also a bit worried now, needing to ask. "So what, you're telling me half of New Orleans is infested with monsters and other supes? I'm surprised they haven't eaten the other human half of the city by now."

Initially, he realized how somewhat...harsh and sudden his reply sounded after all the previous flirtations, and he almost wanted to clarify some things, maybe even apologize for it. But then she said that word. Humanely. And just like that, all that playfulness, all that flirting and easy going attitude was swept right away. Replaced with a stonecold look on his face.

"They're not human. They're monsters. I say an eye for an eye is just about the way to do it. Fuck 'humanely'" he replied, hazel eyes burning with a sudden intensity. It took him a moment, but then he finally realized again who he was even talking to. And just like that, he was pretty quick to look away, even if he couldn't keep one final comment in.

"Makes me feel just about the exact opposite of depressed" he muttered, more to himself because it was fucking true. Having all that strength, all that power now. Being able to fight back, no longer running from monsters but making them run and snuffing them right out...that sure as hell was anything but depressing. It felt liberating. And frankly, he enjoyed it.

At last though, she finally brought a smirk back to his face with that comment. He walked through the door and turned on his heels right on the door step so he could walk backwards and out into the night. Look on his face turning outright wicked now.

"Hm, now that you mention it. It's almost like there's a pattern to the men you like to surround yourself with. Tell me, why is that?"

Rebekah was already halfway to the kitchen by the time Lance made his suggestion. She rolled her eyes as if this change in plans proved to be the world's greatest hassle, and then turned back to face him. "Fine. I'll join you for a bite of takeout. Couldn't let you go out there on your own in good conscience anyway. You'd be naughty and eat half the city. Not a mess I'd like to clean up."

Pulling blonde locks into a ponytail, Rebekah slipped into her jacket and boots and nodded toward the front door. "We might as well teach you how to do this whole thing humanely. Don't have to go about it as a killing machine. In fact, you'll like yourself a bit better if you don't. Take it from someone who spent the tenth century gobbling up every caravan passing through. Couldn't help it, of course. I didn't have any bloody Vampire Yoda teaching me manners. Makes one feel bloody depressed."

She opened the door and gestured for Lance to go first. "For the record, you are an exhausting amount of time and effort no matter the decade I meet you in.