anne

17 | Girl's night: Part One

Anne's Timeline

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Just before the sun began to rise, Anne and Rebekah arrived back home in Seattle and were curled up opposite each other on the couch, wine glasses in hand while the fireplace burned lowly. The last week or so had been spent either drunk and partying, or focused and driving. So, they took this time to have a proper sit-down and catch up with one another. Anne mentioned a few of her life events from the past couple of decades, and Rebekah was just summing up all the business in New Orleans, and her aspirations to free herself from her family and start one of her own. 

"I practically begged Marcel to come with me, but he just won't let that damn city go! Despite all his attempts to deny it, he has become more like Klaus than I can handle."

Anne sipped her drink and nodded along.

"I mean, he was going to build a bloody house for us to live in together. It felt real, you know? I felt... hopeful." She sighed and stared at the bottom of her glass, "But, I guess I was just tricking myself again. It's my fault he left, just like all the others." 

Anne firmly disagreed, "No, Beks. It's not your fault that you're part of a toxic family, but it is your fault if you choose to continue the cycle. You have a seriously messed up life—" 

"Thanks."

Anne arched a brow, "Am I wrong? You grew up surrounded by emotionally unavailable men, it's only logical that you gravitate towards the same type of men; they're familiar, they're comfortable."

"But they aren't emotionally unavailable in the beginning," Rebekah defended.

"They never are. They're charming and kind and right when they feel they've won you over, the game is done for them."

This time it was Rebekah's turn to give Anne a look. "You're describing yourself, you know that, right?"

Anne rolled her eyes, "To an extent. I tell them right from the beginning that I'm not available, my aim isn't to fall in love or get them to fall for me, it's to have fun. Love isn't on my agenda."

"Well, you're missing out."

Anne laughed dryly, "Nah, I'm doing them a favour. I'm a mess."

"Aren't we all."

The two women clinked their glasses and drank their wine. Rebekah had a thought painted on her face that Anne wasted no time in trying to draw out. 

"Spit it out."

"Huh?"

"You have that look, I know you want to ask me something. Spit it."

Rebekah smiled and sat up, "When you went to Mystic Falls, did you see anyone called Matt?"

"I did," Anne eyed Rebekah suspiciously.

"Oh, did he seem well?"

"As well as someone who's girlfriend died in front of him could've been."

"What? What girlfriend?"

"Someone called Nadia, daughter of that Katherine chick you all hate so much."

"Oh," Rebekah looked displeased, "Yeah, I know her. Out of curiosity, how'd she die?"

"You know, if we weren't both dead, I'd say that is a grim thing to ask. But we should technically be fossils, so I'll let that slide. She got bit by Tyler Lockwood."

Rebekah mirrored Anne's annoyance at the mention of his name, "That bloody hybrid. I've never liked him. Granted, I never liked her all that much either, but I especially never favoured him."