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A touch of over-imagination?
Oct. 31st, 2013 11:15 pmRebekah 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.
