A touch of over-imagination?
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littlewolf_girlRebekah and Elijah are both gone when Hayley wakes. Elijah, she knows, is at the college, teaching. Where Rebekah is, she's got no idea--there's no note in the kitchen when she goes down to make her tea. Shrugging, she doesn't really think much of it--she's slept in pretty late, a glance at the clock tells her. Clearly the danger of keeping vampire hours.
She's got class later this afternoon, but there are a few hours before that, and Elijah usually comes home for lunch, takes her back with him. Not that she can't do it herself, but...it makes him happy and whatever.
Still tired from the party, she wanders the house with her tea, bemused by how large it is, by the fact that she's here. She winds up in the parlor, picking at the piano keys, then pauses when she catches something out of the corner of her eye in the mirror. She's up off the piano bench, heart pounding, and spinning to the other side of the room, the part reflecting in the mirror, then back to the mirror. Nothing's there.
Shaking her head, she heads upstairs to get dressed for the day...and it happens again in the mirror at the top of the stairs. Another spin, almost slipping on the steps, but saved by her werewolf balance. It's weird, and she doesn't like it, thinks about calling Elijah, but...she's tired, right, and last night was Halloween. She's thinking too much about witches and the Other Side and dropping veils and all of that, obviously.
When it happens a third time in the bathroom mirror, someone almost overlaid over her own image but blurry in the steam (and when she wipes off the mirror, there's just her), she's officially spooked. She gets dressed quickly: long skirt, light sweater tunic, boots, and grabs her keys and heads downstairs. Whatever. She and Elijah can have lunch on campus. She is so not sticking around to be ghost-bait--or let her own imagination get the best of her.
She's got class later this afternoon, but there are a few hours before that, and Elijah usually comes home for lunch, takes her back with him. Not that she can't do it herself, but...it makes him happy and whatever.
Still tired from the party, she wanders the house with her tea, bemused by how large it is, by the fact that she's here. She winds up in the parlor, picking at the piano keys, then pauses when she catches something out of the corner of her eye in the mirror. She's up off the piano bench, heart pounding, and spinning to the other side of the room, the part reflecting in the mirror, then back to the mirror. Nothing's there.
Shaking her head, she heads upstairs to get dressed for the day...and it happens again in the mirror at the top of the stairs. Another spin, almost slipping on the steps, but saved by her werewolf balance. It's weird, and she doesn't like it, thinks about calling Elijah, but...she's tired, right, and last night was Halloween. She's thinking too much about witches and the Other Side and dropping veils and all of that, obviously.
When it happens a third time in the bathroom mirror, someone almost overlaid over her own image but blurry in the steam (and when she wipes off the mirror, there's just her), she's officially spooked. She gets dressed quickly: long skirt, light sweater tunic, boots, and grabs her keys and heads downstairs. Whatever. She and Elijah can have lunch on campus. She is so not sticking around to be ghost-bait--or let her own imagination get the best of her.
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Date: 2014-01-23 04:48 am (UTC)"I'm not bleeding anymore..." Which was important, but not nearly as much so as getting out. "She kept stabbing, and she was too fast. We definitely need to go..." Even if she felt too unsteady to take many steps.
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Date: 2014-01-23 01:08 pm (UTC)She starts them moving toward the door. "Hayley, what happened?"
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Date: 2014-01-24 03:57 am (UTC)Jesse was all for saving everyone's ass. He told himself that if the thing attacked again the two vampires could handle it. He had to tell himself that because right now he was refusing to believe there was scarier stuff in the city than vampires, he needed to think that for his sanity.
"Where's Elijah?" he asked, worried that Elijah was maybe inside, almost dead in one of the rooms.
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Date: 2014-01-24 06:10 am (UTC)She has to think, at Jesse's question, but shakes her head a little, finally. "Elijah went on to the university. I was running late this morning, so I told him I'd see him at lunch. Then...I don't know. I kept having the feeling I was being watched and seeing things in the mirrors. Damon got here and we were talking and then this thing just...attacked from nowhere."
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Date: 2014-01-24 08:32 am (UTC)He walked backwards, half-listening to their conversation and half-anticipating another attack. Hayley's explanation made him hope silently that Rebekah would be too busy rescuing her brother's precious pet hybrid to pursue a line of questioning on why he'd happened to be here to help Hayley. At least until he was less distracted and could come up with a convincing lie.
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Date: 2014-01-24 08:53 am (UTC)"We can go to my apartment. It's still in my name." She's not quite ready to stop paying the rent on it, not yet, having only had the house for a few months. It's closer to Jesse as well, and she likes having some space. Rebekah keeps her arm tight around Hayley, not wanting anything to happen to her or the baby. When she sees the door, she breathes a sigh of relief. "Jesse, I can support her. You call my brother, seeing as somebody is going to be absolutely no use."