"Stay here Rebekah," Marcel said as he closed the door behind him and locked it.

Rebekah took a look around the room that she had been subjected to. It seemed to be a holding cell of some sorts. The windows had bars on them and she couldn't see any sign of an exit besides the door that she had been pushed through. Sighing she began to move the furniture around. Starting with the desk, she moved it away from the wall. Next was the dresser, then the bed and eventually everything was in the middle of the room as she wandered around knocking on the walls. She was hoping for something hollow.

Not finding what she was looking for she used the mirror to brush up her make up and fix her hair. Pulling the tight shirt she was wearing down a little to show a bit more cleavage. She smiled as she looked at herself. Her blonde hair fell perfectly around her face. She looked to die for, and to die for they would most certainly do.

Heading towards the door she began to knock on it. Rebekah was well aware that the door was locked but surely Marcel had left guards at the door. Or at least one guard. As she repeatedly knocked the door finally creaked open.

"Yes miss?" came the timid reply from the creak.

Flashing her most charming smile she looked at the young man before her. He was cute enough. Dark brown hair, taller than her and dressed in a tidy black suit.

"I was wondering if you could keep me company?" She asked softly as she made sure to look harmless.

"I suppose I could for a little while."

"Oh thank you. It will be most appreciated. Come sit down."

The guard had locked the door as he entered the room. She merely smiled as she patted the side of the bed as she settled herself against the headboard. It was the only place in the room to really sit and the guard was reluctant but eventually sat next to her. She began to talk to him of her life and the things she liked to do, as well as pulling the stories of his own life. As they talked she began to place her hands on him.  She could feel the energy around him change from caution to desire.

It didn't take her long before she had gotten him caught up and as she leaned in close to him. She buried her head against his neck as if she meant to kiss her way along it, instead she bit down hard with her fangs. Sucking down his blood until he was too weak to move before she pulled away. Wiping her mouth with the collar of his shirt, she reached into his pocket and grabbed the keys.

Standing up she checked the mirror again and made sure the blood was cleaned up. Readjusting her make up before she headed towards the door and let herself out. She locked it behind her and began to walk down the hall. Without realizing which way she was walking she ran right into Marcel.

"I thought I told you to stay put."

"Well, I hate being told what to do so I ignored you."

Rebekah stared at him and wondered what he would say next.