Rebekah had a mask in hand but she had yet to put it on as she stood still in the middle of the crowd like a statue in a sea of activity. Her eyes were half closed as she let the sounds and smells swirl around her, nearly drowning her senses as she waited for something.

In truth, she was hunting at the moment. This was the perfect place to find someone to feed on and it would allow her to go a longer time before she would need to feed on Sam again. It would give him a little more time to recuperate and she thought that was important.

Her long blonde curls cascaded down her back when she lifted her chin, sorting through the sounds in hopes of finding someone who would be a good target. Maybe someone causing trouble? There was always one or two in a crowd like this. Someone she wouldn't feel all that bad feeding on.