Laying on the roof very still to keep from being noticed Rebekah watched another group of men go by. Sitting up a little to get a better view she head foot steps behind her. Reaching for the needles placed carefully in her hair she whipped around and aimed for his shoulder. As she came around the figure grabbed her hand and squeezed until she dropped the needle. She yelped a little then regretted showing a sign of weakness.
Looking up at the strangers face her eyes went wide and her face as pale as the rising moon. Her wrist still in his hand she made an attempt to back away from him. As her back felt a rush of hair she knew she had reached the edge of the roof, but she couldn't help but look into the eyes that made her wither in fear. The figure smiled. Why was he here of all places. Why did he have to come at this time, in front of all her pupils, and show her fear to them all.
Not so long ago, maybe a year, she was out on a mission for assassination. The man was known by the name of Damon. He apparently had killed lots of men and taken their wives as his own slaves. Her job was to sneak in at night and do the deed, kill him, but things did not go as planned. The night she snuck in he wasn't asleep like she had hoped so it made her mission a little harder. She was as quiet as air. Her movements fluid. She came up behind him dagger in hand ready to take his life when he grabbed her arm and pulled her to the ground making her dagger fall from her hands. turning to face her the dimly lit room Illuminated his face. His features were sharp and beautiful. His moss green eyes seemed to see right through you. His shaggy black hair was messy, but in a good way. She couldn't help but stare, but as soon as he grabbed her other wrist she broke her stare and was trying for escape. His grip was extremely strong, but he only looked about 20. Her heart raced as he pulled her to position in her laps. He began to kiss her. Her eyes squeezed together and her head turned violently to avoid it, but it was futile. There was something on his lips that made her tired. Some type of poison that made her go numb and pass out.
When she woke up she was in a bed completely naked next to the man that was suppose to be dead right now. Blushing at the fact he probably saw everything she shook it off and started her second attempt for the kill. Going in to snap he neck her hand touched his neck and his hands whipped out and grabbed her own pulling her over him to lay beside him. "What do you think your doing Ms. Assassin." he whispered into her ear. It made her shiver. When she came back to reality she broke away from her and stood up from the bed forgetting she was naked and out form under the covers. Damon sat up on one elbow and looked her over. "Not bad, it was indeed a great idea to make you my new pet." He said with a smirk. I covered myself immediately blushing. A whole year of torture and harassment until she trained well enough to where one night she escaped and got back to camp. She was exhausted and only had a bed sheet to cover herself. People rushed to her care.
So now as she sat here on this roof making eye contact with the only person in the world who scared her to death. She was numb her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest. He smiled evilly. "It been a long time...Rebekah..." he said.
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