One of the greatest human mysteries is the afterlife. What happens when you die? Where do you go? Will your choices affect it? Will you just be worm food?

No one really expects what happened to Jeremy Gilbert to happen.

In his last moments, he was in a cave, being drained of his life by, as he would put it, 'some all powerful dick named Silas.' In agonising pain and with a brain full of thoughts of his family and what would now happen to his loved ones, it was safe to say his last moments were horrible.

As he felt a sharp pain in his neck, one that could be defined as clearly different to the rest of the pain, he saw a white light. A flash. Almost blinding with its brightness. And then it all went dark. He couldn't see anything and he didn't know what was going on.

"Do you think he's dead?"

"Shall we check?"

"Don't kick him, he might be alive!"

Jeremy heard several high voices, the voices of children. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked up. He could see a blue, cloudless sky. The pain was gone and he felt peaceful. He glanced to his side and saw four children looking down at him curiously.

"Are you alright?" A small brown haired boy asked.

"Are you dead?" Another boy asked, his brow raised. Jeremy only then noticed their clothing. It was strange. It looked like something out of one of the history books in Ric's old class.

"W-where am I?" Jeremy asked as he slowly sat up. It was then that he realised there was a crowd of people around him, all dressed in similar ways to the children. His brows knotted as he managed to stand up. Looking around, he saw a crowd of unfamiliar and astonished faces. All but one.

"Rebekah?" He got up and began to make his way to her. Obviously, he wasn't a huge fan of her, but she was all he had right now. The blonde girl widened her eyes slightly as he said her name. How could he have possibly known her? As he reached her, he took her arm gently.

"What's going on?" The Gilbert questioned.

"I… I'm not sure what you're talking about," Rebekah said more quietly and slightly nervously. She'd never met this man before, and she knew Niklaus wasn't a fan of her talking to strange men.

"Rebekah, it's me. Jeremy?"

"I'm afraid I've no idea who you are."

"Jeremy Gilbert. Elena's little brother?"

"Who is Elena?"

"You… What's going on?" Jeremy asked. He couldn't understand what had happened. One minute he was in a cave in horrific pain, and now he was in a village where everyone dressed weird and where an Original vampire had no idea who he was.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not sure," Rebekah answered. She was rather confused by this herself. His clothes weren't helping her to be any less confused. They weren't like anything she'd seen before and his hair was very short. But, she felt some compassion for this man. He looked around the same age as her and it was clear he was extremely confused.

"Perhaps this is bold of me to ask, but, would you like to come to my home with me? I could make you something to drink and try to figure out what happened," she shrugged and smiled to him weakly. He knew she was an Original, but she seemed different. And he was the only person she knew of right now.

"Yeah, thanks," Jeremy nodded.

"I'm Rebekah, by the way," she smiled, before looking past him and shouting to one of the children.

"Henrik! Come on, we have to go home," she called to the brown haired boy that Jeremy had first seen. He ran over to them and looked up at Jeremy.

"Are you dead?" He asked, with genuine curiosity.

"I'm not really that sure," Jeremy replied. And he wasn't. He wasn't sure how he'd ended up here or what the hell had happened.

"Bekah, is he dead?" Henrik looked at Rebekah.

"I'm not quite sure either, but I doubt it," She spoke unsurely, before holding out her hand for Henrik. He took it and they began to walk with Jeremy.

"So, where do you live?" Jeremy asked.

"Our family reside in a small home not too far from here. We'll be there soon," Rebekah smiled to him, still holding Henrik's hand as they walked. The boy was looking down and counting pebbles in the ground, which slowed down their journey considerably, but the blonde didn't mind, and Jeremy knew he had no right to say anything about it. Jeremy nodded and soon they arrived outside of a small home.

The three entered and Henrik let of of Rebekah's hand and sat on some straw in the corner, taking a small doll made of straw and playing with it. Jeremy watched him, before looking at Rebekah. She stood by a large pot which hung over a fire. He walked over to her and looked inside. There was some meat in there, with a few different vegetables and and some herbs that Jeremy didn't know the names of. Rebekah got a small bowl and dipped it into the broth, filling it up. She spilled some of of the side so it wouldn't be too full, before handing the bowl to the man.

"Wow, thanks," Jeremy smiled to her, looking at the soup. It looked delicious, to say the least. He raised the bowl to his lips, but Rebekah gently lowered the bowl.

"Be careful, it's hot," she warned kindly. It was strange how all of her movements were so gentle, yet powerful at the same time. The way she'd touched the bowl had been so delicate, yet Jeremy allowed her to lower the bowl.

"Thanks," he said again and held the bowl, waiting for it to cool down.

"Don't worry, my brother always makes the same mistake and ends up cursing when he scalds his tongue," Rebekah spoke as she strolled over to the corner and began weaving some fabric. Again, her movements were very delicate and lady like.

"Which one?"

"Kol. He's an idiot, really," Rebekah commented, a small smile on her lips. From the way she spoke, it was clear Kol was still alive. As was this other brother, Henrik, one he'd never seen or heard of before. Jeremy nodded in agreement.

"So, how old are you?"

"16. I'll be 17 in a month. Henrik here's only 10, bless him," she spoke mockingly and laughed as Henrik chucked one of his toys at her.

"Yes, but I'm big and strong like 'Lijah and Nik!" Henrik protested, a pout on his lips.

"Of course you are…" Rebekah murmured, her voice heavy with sarcasm. Jeremy couldn't help but chuckle. Rebekah looked up at him and smirked proudly. She pursed her lips and spoke.

"It should be alright now," she shrugged. She noticed Jeremy looking at her lips, so she glanced back down at her weaving, trying to fight the urge to smirk once more.

"Huh?" He asked.

"The soup," she replied, without looking up at him. Jeremy nodded.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks again," he smiled, before sipping some. The soup was amazing, to say the least. It was possibly one of the best things he'd ever tasted.

"That's the third time now," she looked up at him once again.

"I'm pretty grateful," he nodded, a grin forming on his lips.

"As you should be," she shrugged.

"Like I said, I am," she looked at her, his eyes challenging.

"You two aren't going to kiss, are you?" Henrik asked, looking slightly disgusted. Rebekah and Jeremy both laughed at this.

"In his dreams, little brother," Rebekah said, her piercing blue orbs still on Jeremy's. It was then at Jeremy snapped out of this and realised that he was talking to Rebekah. She'd killed his sister. The sister who was back wherever they were... Had they found his body? Had they found Bonnie? He knew that Bonnie had been stabbed and he was very worried, she could be dead right now. The girl he loved could be dead. Rebekah noticed the change in his mood and furrowed her brows.

"Jeremy?" She questioned, putting down her work and standing up. She approached him slowly and put her hand on his arm softly, looking into his eyes.

"B-Bonnie..." Jeremy whispered. All he wanted to do was help her, he just wanted to go back to the cave and hold her and make sure she was okay. Rebekah was worried about him. She wasn't sure what he was talking about, but she was confused. They were so confused that they didn't notice someone entering the room.

"Rebekah, who's this?" A male voice said, causing both of the teenagers and Henrik to turn to it.