Chapter 1: Memories

"We all have someone we never speak of.

Someone who meant so much, that even breathing their name

makes your soul tremble with memories and pain"

- Nikita Gill

Rebekah was walking with Camille and Marcel through the French Quarter, when she heard a sound, a voice that triggered a memory, she had almost forgotten about. The sound was magnetic it pulled her closer with every step she took until she entered a small bar. At the sight of the source Rebekah froze and she felt thrown back in time as she laid eyes on the women singing Whitney Houston's "I will always love you"

Marcel was irritated he had never heard someone so close to the original in such a unique interpretation. He stared at the women, she was pale her face framed by blond hair, a tear rolled over her cheek while she seemed to be caught in the lyrics. And still she shined brighter than anything he had ever encountered

The melody, the fine tune and the sorrow of an impossible love and the silent goodbye conveyed through the eternal words, made him shiver.

The whole bar was as in trance no one made a sound and after the last tune faded. The crowd needed a moment to awake, before the applause set in.

He looked at Rebekah, which seemed incapable of any movement.

"Are you ok?" Cami asked quietly touching her arm, Rebekah did not react her eyes seemed to be glued to the women, who now looked up, faintly smiled and left the stage.

It were her eyes that burned into the memory a bright blue that seemed deeper than the ocean and where so full of emotion, as he had ever seen. Elijah had told him ones that the eyes were the window to the soul, that they would reveal the darkest mysteries and the greatest pain, but those eyes scared him, he noticed the women to be a vampire but these eyes where nothing he had ever encountered. They were filled with the kind of wisdom that only centuries brought and a kind of sorrow of pain he never wanted to experience.

As if Rebekah had noticed her moving eyes too she rushed out of the bar, collapsing against the neighbouring building. Her undead heart was racing and she was barely able to breathe, her eyes widened in shock. Moments later Marcel and Camille joined her. Being the therapist, it was Cami who carefully touched Rebekah´s back and asked in a calm voice "What happened?" "I…I…I…" Rebekah was unable to formulate a sentence. She hadn´t seen that women in almost eight centuries, she had mourned her, she had grieved her, but there she was sitting in that bar, there was no way this was happening. Slowly Rebekah slid down the wall into a sitting position, trying to control her body and her racing thoughts. How is this possible? She died? We lost her? She locked her eyes on Marcel "There is no chance I was hallucinating, that I just saw a ghost, isn´t it. You saw her too?" She asked desperately.

Again it was Cami who asked "Who is she?" Cami looked at Marcel still patting Rebekah´s back, but he seemed as confused as she felt. Rebekah shook her head in disbelief. "Rebekah" Marcel inquired. Rebekah got up and walked slowly back inside the bar.

She went straight to the bar and ordered double tequila shots. She sat down and watched the blond women, who after her song had set down at a small table and listened with closed eyes to the soft jazz now filling the air.

Cami watched the women closely, who shed yet another tear once the saxophone solo started.

"Why don´t you go and talk to her" Cami proposed "I can´t" Rebekah replied quietly "At least not yet, I … I have to know, she is real first. I know it makes no sense … I thought I would never see her again …" "Yes it does " Cami smiled, switching over in professional mode.

Rebekah sighted when Cami got up grabbed her drink and walked over to the lonely blond at her lonely table.

"Would you mind the company" she asked friendly. The women opened her eyes and looked at her surprised "Please" she answered with a small smile on her lips, before she seemed to glide back into the soft beats of the music.

Cami studied the face of the women closely, she was certain that she had never seen her before. But she came over here for a reason and since the other women seemed to have no intention of conversation she decided to choose the most direct approach

"He must be something special"

"I beg your pardon" the other women said obviously confused.

"The person you sang that song for."

For a moment Cami thought she would not reply at all but after a while her body relaxed.

"He was" she answered and smiled with closed eyes. She opened her eyes "He was, he was the love of my life" and a smile spread across her face a smile, full of light.

Cami was stunned she wanted to ask questions but everything she did was holding out her hand introducing herself "Camille"

The other women´s smile turned warm she took her hand replying "Caroline"

"Pleasure to meet you"

Author´s Note: Ok Confession. I am not a native speaker so please feel free to comment on my language, I am always open for constructive criticism. I promise I will work on my punctuation ;)

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Addition: I don not own TVD or TO.