"Fair warning. I'm quite scary according to people," Rebekah warned the younger Gilbert when she saw him come towards her with a determined, seething look aimed at her. "You killed her," she was slammed against the wall behind her by him. She stared at him blankly, unfazed by his visible, shaking anger.

"My brother is dead! I can't let that happen without revenge. So I know if Elena dies, then so does the psycho and if he's dead. That's freedom for my brothers and I," she explained easily. He stayed still in his spot and stared at her. "Imagine if you were in my shoes. Wouldn't you want revenge as well?" she demanded, pushing herself up close to him and easily slithering out of his hold.

"Think about it! Your brother was killed and my sister was killed. I'm pretty sure I could understand," he scoffed. She stared at him. "At least your sister will come back," Rebekah growled. "What?" it seemed he did not know about that. "Earlier when she was in the hospital the medicine woman gave her vampire blood so she would be healed. And she had it in her system when she went off the bridge," Rebekah explained flippantly, staring at Jeremy as if he were the stupidest thing ever.

"You don't seem quite scary," Jeremy spoke to himself lowly. And of course Rebekah heard it with her hearing. "You haven't seen anything yet," she grinned promisingly. "Unless you want me to rip your throat out right here and now of course," she added on. This boy and his well-known naivety was quite refreshing and amusing to her. "Um I'll pass," he replied casually. "Would you like company. I mean we're both here and mourning over our siblings. S'pose we could get on well with each other," she offered, through all the doom and gloom Rebekah was still a shameless flirt with the men. And right now was no different than any other time.

He stared at her in disbelief. "I don't think so," he scoffed and turned around to walk away. She was suddenly there in front of him with a deadly look on her face. "No one rejects me. Especially a human boy," she spat boy out insultingly to him. Though it was obvious to her and everything other female that have proper vision; he was a legitimate, full-grown man.

They stood there frozen, looking over each other. "Well I was ready to leave. But now I think I'll stay," she remarked slyly. Jeremy froze and his eyes widened. She smirked and turned to walk off. Jeremy had no idea what he had gotten himself involved in now.

Jeremy then called Damon and Stefan to give them both of very enraged rant of how they didn't even tell him about the whole Elena turning in the first place. They then had the nerve to spew the typical bullshit they usually said to everyone. He had to admit, it was getting annoying to hear the same words come from them so many times. It didn't make him feel any better.

"If Elena is going to repeat the same bullshit you guys are. Then tell her to stay with you two," Jeremy couldn't believe those words escaped his lips. He immediately wanted to take them back, but he knew he couldn't without looking dumb to the Salvatores. Quickly, he hung up on them before they uttered a reply to the ultimatum he had given.

When Jeremy tried to sleep off his mixed emotions. There was a small tap-tap-tap at his window. He opened it to see Rebekah was standing there with a handful of small pebbles. She grinned widely, noticing he was now awake and staring straight at her. "I've seen this in a movie once. I think this is considered romantic to you Americans," she remarked, shamelessly talking loud. "It's considered stalkerish now-a-days. Sorry you should've been awake in the 80s," Jeremy replied.

"Now I have no choice but to invite you in," he whispered to himself, Rebekah heard those words reverberate in her ears and she giggled. "It was my plan all along," she replied as he opened the front door to her.

"You're psycho." he scoffed scathingly. Her eyes were glazed and clearly unfazed. "But I'm hot," she shrugged, grinning cockily. He looked over her and unconsciously bit his lip. She smirked. "Now there's your answer as of why you even bother to talk to me and don't try to kill me," she walked closer to him, holding his stare.

"Okay. What do you want?" he demanded harshly. "Go out with me," she said softly, speaking ever so gently. He looked at her gobsmacked easily. "No," he deadpanned. Her face dropped immediately. "Just you wait Gilbert. I don't take rejection well," she promised. "What would you do?" he demanded, ready to call her out on her bluff. "You don't even want to know," she smirked. She slowly backed away. "You've got my attention now Jeremy," she drawled out his name playfully. He stared at her blankly. "Just go away! I don't want anything to do with you and your shit," he growled, slamming the door. Hoping that would help him escape her.

But of course that wouldn't hold her back. "Jeremy!" she called out, knowing he could hear her. "You have no idea what you've gotten yourself involved in. I don't take rejection well," she growled out loudly, not caring of the possibility that the neighbors could hear her.

And with that being said, she left the house. Sketching out a plan within her head. Jeremy was quite interesting and she wanted to know more about him. A feeling within her said that they could get on very well. If he'd let it be. But of course that wouldn't happen. But she was quite determined and had nothing but loads of time.

She went back to her house and saw Elijah and Kol were there, obviously waiting for her. "What do you want?" she demanded coolly. "Are you ready to go?" Elijah spoke in his usual tone. "I'm not going with you all," she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Why?" Kol demanded boisterously. "I don't want to," she replied childishly. "What happened to family Bex? I thought you were all for it," Rebekah suddenly slammed Kol against the wall, easily irritated with him. "Shut up! You're no family of mine! Family is suppose to stick together. And you all left Nik and I to fend for ourselves against Mikael simply because you were all to scared of Mikael to even speak with him," she was visibly angry and bitter towards her only two surviving brothers.

"Plus. I don't want to leave, there's something worth staying here for-" she trailed off lowly, backing away from her brothers a safe distance. "Please tell me it's not that Salvatore," Kol groused, pouting. "No," Rebekah deadpanned. She turned to walk off. "Just leave. I'll be fine here," she called out over her shoulder, without giving them a single backwards glance.

Her brothers were quite confused as of why Rebekah wanted to stay in this town. But they realized it must be something really good. Because it was rare to ever have Rebekah stay in a certain place for long.

Part one of a two-shot ok? I just suddenly thought of Rebekah/Jeremy. Don't ask how, I just did. And I thought, since there isn't many stories of them. Why the hell not with writing a short fic of them.? Because writing crack-ships is what I do best. ;3 Anyway did you like this? I don't think it was a very good beginning but oh well. Please drop me and review and I will love you forever. Ok, bye,