It spreads like wildfire.
Seemingly delicate fingers gently cradled the glass of champagne en route to lightly glossed lips that pulled into a soft smile full of just enough allure to prompt the handsome young man in her presence to continue on with his story. There was a gentle inclination of her head in agreement every now and again accompanied by low, sultry laughter rushing free past her parted lips when something amusing was mentioned.
Later on that night they sneak away to one of the many lavish rooms of the mansion's second floor; the pretty blonde girl giggling drunkenly as she fought to pull off her shoes for fear of stumbling over her dress. In the dark they whispered quietly to one another, her playful reprimand in French effectively cut off by a mouth on hers and hands at her hips guiding her until her back met the wall and he was all she felt, heard, and tasted on her tongue.
Some time much later she slipped out of the room as quietly as possible, easing the door closed behind herself. A couple further down the hall stopped to watch her curiously, the look on the older woman's face one of great disapproval. She had the decency to blush and turn away in the other direction in her embarrassment, shoes held in one hand, the skirt of her dress held in the other, the zipper along her spine only halfway up her back.
The music faded the further she moved away from the grand stone building, the cool night air welcomed to wash over her flushed skin.
“I take it you are enjoying yourself, mon chouchou?”
Rebekah smiled, smoothing her hair back as she turned her head to look over her shoulder at the man that approached. “Oui. Je vous remercie de m'avoir invité, monsieur."
“Have I told you yet how much I love it when you speak French?” His hands ghosted over her shoulders, fingertips following the length of her spine to grip the zipper there and ease it up slowly in closure.
“You do?” She teased, turning at an angle to look up at him with a playful smile. “I had no idea, Absolon. Not one.”
Absolon bestowed upon her a flashy smile with too much teeth as he bent down to tap at the end of her nose knowingly. “You are always welcome here, my dear. No matter what, my doors are always open to you.”
“Is this your polite way of asking me to leave?” Now she turned to face him completely, a brow lofted slowly as she watched him shake his head.
“Absolutely not, ma reine. I just assumed that given the current turn of events you would be making your departure for America.”
The lofted brow now furrows, her eyebrows pulled tight down over her eyes in her confusion. “Why exactly do you believe I would be departing for America of all places?” When met with a wide-eyed stare she prompted for him to answer her. “Well?”
“You... have not heard?”
“Obviously not,” she answered shortly.
The man rested his hands on her shoulders, the weight of his touch no longer welcomed as it had been before.
“Your brother has returned.”
The world titled off its axis at that exact same moment.
Rebekah searched Absolon's face for any trace of betrayal, anything that may hint that this was some form of a cruel joke she would make him pay for with his life- slowly. A scream pierced through the thick silence otherwise occupied by the crickets chirping around them, pulling Absolon's attention away from Rebekah and towards the mansion, his arms falling to hang loosely at his sides.
”Henri! Someone has killed my Henri!”
The shadows of the guests that zipped past all the open windows of the first floor as they ran in their panic was cause enough for Absolon to chuckle thickly, greatly amused.
“You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would y-” he stopped and looked around slowly, finding himself alone.
Later on that night they sneak away to one of the many lavish rooms of the mansion's second floor; the pretty blonde girl giggling drunkenly as she fought to pull off her shoes for fear of stumbling over her dress. In the dark they whispered quietly to one another, her playful reprimand in French effectively cut off by a mouth on hers and hands at her hips guiding her until her back met the wall and he was all she felt, heard, and tasted on her tongue.
Some time much later she slipped out of the room as quietly as possible, easing the door closed behind herself. A couple further down the hall stopped to watch her curiously, the look on the older woman's face one of great disapproval. She had the decency to blush and turn away in the other direction in her embarrassment, shoes held in one hand, the skirt of her dress held in the other, the zipper along her spine only halfway up her back.
The music faded the further she moved away from the grand stone building, the cool night air welcomed to wash over her flushed skin.
“I take it you are enjoying yourself, mon chouchou?”
Rebekah smiled, smoothing her hair back as she turned her head to look over her shoulder at the man that approached. “Oui. Je vous remercie de m'avoir invité, monsieur."
“Have I told you yet how much I love it when you speak French?” His hands ghosted over her shoulders, fingertips following the length of her spine to grip the zipper there and ease it up slowly in closure.
“You do?” She teased, turning at an angle to look up at him with a playful smile. “I had no idea, Absolon. Not one.”
Absolon bestowed upon her a flashy smile with too much teeth as he bent down to tap at the end of her nose knowingly. “You are always welcome here, my dear. No matter what, my doors are always open to you.”
“Is this your polite way of asking me to leave?” Now she turned to face him completely, a brow lofted slowly as she watched him shake his head.
“Absolutely not, ma reine. I just assumed that given the current turn of events you would be making your departure for America.”
The lofted brow now furrows, her eyebrows pulled tight down over her eyes in her confusion. “Why exactly do you believe I would be departing for America of all places?” When met with a wide-eyed stare she prompted for him to answer her. “Well?”
“You... have not heard?”
“Obviously not,” she answered shortly.
The man rested his hands on her shoulders, the weight of his touch no longer welcomed as it had been before.
“Your brother has returned.”
The world titled off its axis at that exact same moment.
Rebekah searched Absolon's face for any trace of betrayal, anything that may hint that this was some form of a cruel joke she would make him pay for with his life- slowly. A scream pierced through the thick silence otherwise occupied by the crickets chirping around them, pulling Absolon's attention away from Rebekah and towards the mansion, his arms falling to hang loosely at his sides.
”Henri! Someone has killed my Henri!”
The shadows of the guests that zipped past all the open windows of the first floor as they ran in their panic was cause enough for Absolon to chuckle thickly, greatly amused.
“You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would y-” he stopped and looked around slowly, finding himself alone.