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<b>Rebekah Mikaelson</b>​</div><br/>Her blue eyes landed on the blonde bartender and the attitude that radiated from her. Klaus, worried? Never, this girl was mistaken and obviously being used by her brother, but what was his game? On the other side of the phone, she heard his breath catch and though it was a small victory, it was a victory nonetheless. Unlike Marcel, the blonde vampires didn’t allow her memories to invade this moment. To do so would have crushed her and she needed Nic to see her as strong and over the dark skinned male.<br/><br/>“Really? And what of your little cheerleader… Caroline wasn’t it?” She said with a flippant annoyance of his little jab. She and Matt were just a fling, it wasn’t as if they could be serious, not with Nicklaus always watching and keeping tabs on every relationship. Besides, he above all others knew she wanted normalcy. No, she wished to be human and have a family and more than anything, she wanted to be loved.<br/><br/>“Bourbon, neat.” She said to the bartender, barely sparing her a glance. The little tart, Camille, had a stick up her ass, Rebekah would have gladly pulled it out and beaten her with it, but having just breezed into town it wasn’t the time. She had time to inform the little nobody whom she was dealing with, but she had to figure out what the connection to Marcel was. Her eyes studied the other female as she poured her drink.<br/><br/>“What makes you think I’d even want to travel down that path again? What with you hovering and all, I am certain that he would realize I am just your pawn.” She ignored his last shot, with a soft huff.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://33.media.tumblr.com/87b34fea51a0e12aeb22ce81bf29837f/tumblr_nwkzzpNyEr1ufbwb8o4_500.gif" title="tumblr_nwkzzpNyEr1ufbwb8o4_500.gif">
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<b>Davina Claire</b>​</div><br/>Davina sensed motion outside of the church, her home. Pausing in her painting she turned her gaze to the doorway. Anticipation filled her body, silently she hoped that it was Elijah and not Marcel. This charade had gone on long enough and she wanted her freedom from this place and a life beyond the border of the church.