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Hi everybody! It's my first fics in English and I am a little bit nervous because I know there are a lot of mistakes I did not notice. I am very sorry about that.
What can I say about this fic? I don't know. It's set in an Alternative Universe where Niklaus didn't stab Rebekah so it's set at the beginning of the fourth season which I like a lot.
Hope you enjoy it!

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It's never a good idea to trust fairy tales

"Vampires only drink blood, mom! I cannot drink milk!"

An eight years old boy protested. How could his mother ask such a dumb question? He was not going to drink or eat anything but blood. He was a vampire and vampires did not listen to their moms, did they?
His mother was not happy at all. She did not know exactly why his son pretended to be a vampire that much. Her lovely husband, a psychologist, had said that it was normal for children of their son's age to believe in such fairy tales, but at the same time, it was a thing to observe and delete.

"Oh, sweetie" said the woman "but vampires doesn't exist! It's all in your mind!"

"NO! You are lying!" the boy screamed and got up, everybody at the restaurant looked at the scene as it was a very interesting movie and the woman blushed "I saw it! I saw a vampire! A blond girl! Blood covered her mouth! And... And her teeth were long! I saw it, mom! Why don't you believe me!?"

"Thomas! I swear to our omnipotent God that when we get home you will be punished! Now sit down again and eat your breakfast! Your father will know about this now!" said the woman coldly, taking her cell phone out of her black bag to compose her husband's number.

Rebekah took a sip from her cup of coffee trying not to laugh, even though the scene was too funny. How ridiculous was that woman? She did not want her son to be normal; she wanted to protect him from a reality he could not escape, even if that was not Mystic Falls.
The boy kept not listening to his mom. He knew that vampires exist and the one who was listening to them without being noticed, realized what he had said before about a blond girl. Caroline. It had to be her, because according to the amount of experience she had gained in a thousand of years, Rebekah didn't walk with blood on her face. Neither did Caroline. Caroline had never left Mystic Fall and there were many blond vampires in the world. Her brother loved the blonde-haired women.

"Are you really focusing on what a little silly boy has to say about a vampire?" the vampire lifted her eyes up and murmured. "Could you please stop being so paranoid?"

When she got up, the boy started pointing at her as he had just seen a ghost. Or a vampire.
How happy was now his mother? All her nightmares was taking form, composing in front of her beautiful green eyes. She opened her mouth in a comic pose, and then she closed it. The restaurant had fallen in a nervous silence; nobody was going to talk.

"IS SHE!" said the boy after a while "THE WOMAN I'VE SEEN"

For the first time, Rebekah gave a random look to the embarrassed mother of Thomas and froze.
Those green eyes. Those lips. The way her clothes dressed her. She knew her. Amber.
Rebekah ran away. She did not cared about the others' memory. She had to leave that town forced by something invisible and strong. Her brother. Niklaus.

Someone was crying in the woods. Caroline was sure about that and about the fact that those broken noises came from a female mouth. But who? Who was crying during a peaceful evening as that? She did not know yet and a little part of her did not want to know. The woods were a strange place to refuge, especially in a city full of vampires as Mystic Fall and the fact that she was very tired did not help at all.
What she had to do? She was a powerful supernatural creature who drank blood. Why was she scared? She nodded and walked away trying to avoid the cause of that sighs. And she felt bad.

"Hey, who's there?" she asked.

Nobody answered, but Caroline felt a rapid movement of the landscape that surrounded her. Another vampire. Was that a sort of a trap? She suddenly felt anxious and decided to go home.

"It's me," answered a cracked voice behind her "Rebekah."

The blond girl turned around. Rebekah's face was red and shocked. Her puffy eyes were lucid because of the tears that had marked her cheeks. Something had happened and Caroline felt a sense of pity for the original.

"What's happened?"

"Don't you want to hit me with stick? I've killed your friend!" she said saddened "I deserve it!"

"Are you here to fight?" Caroline asked furiously "If you are it's better to me to go ho-"

"I," Rebekah interrupted her, shaking her blond hair "I wasn't. I only need to be alone"

Caroline stopped. Again, she didn't know what to do. She could leave her here with those tears, couldn't she? Rebekah was a thousand year vampire, she didn't need comfort. Or maybe she was wrong.
I am dead, Caroline thought, not a bitch.

"Are you sure? I mean I've heard you crying.."

"These aren't your business!" exclaimed the other closing her eyes a multiple of times "Are you dumb or what? Go! Leave me alone like everybody else!"

What. Was. She. Talking. About. If Rebekah hadn't had a little bit of self-control, she would have punched herself for the confession she had just made. She had never exposed her feelings that much. What was happening?

"Rebekah, I am not going to leave." She lied "I am not everyone else! I am Caroline and even if I hate you just a little bit because what you did.. I am not a bitch."

The light was gone but they were still able to see the life of those trees. It was a vampire's skill to see even with the darkest of the night and Caroline was glad of that. She couldn't even describe how looked like the world after a sunset. Amazing, simply amazing.

"Caroline, leave me alone."

Was Rebekah begging her? Caroline was shocked.

"And don't tell anyone that you saw me" she added.

"What's happened, Rebekah? You look sad" the other girl asked again, but sad was not a good word to describe how did Rebekah feel.

"It's never a good idea to trust in fairy tale" was the bitter answer that came out of her mouth before she left.