Rebekah sat in her dorm staring at the book she was supposed to be studying but she was unmotivated and honestly just bored of focusing on her education, she hadn't had any fun in weeks, since her 22nd birthday and the midterm celebration party
Rebekah decided to finally accept the invitation to a campus party that an acquaintance of hers had invited her, and the rest of the campus, too.
It wasn't often that Rebekah went to parties; it wasn't often that she was invited. Rebekah kept to herself a lot; she was very quiet and conservative but when she did decide to go out or get dressed up, the usual singlet and jeans went out the window.
Rebekah changed into her favorite little black dress. The dress reached her mid thigh, the strapless bodice fitted perfectly to her figure and the bottom of it flowed with layers of 20s style tassels. She wore a pair of black mid calf ribbon heels that showed of her French manicured toe nails which complimented her finger nails.
She wore her long brown hair down in loose curls that lolled around the top of her bodice and bounced slightly as she walked. Her makeup was light except for the dark black eyeliner she had applied around her eyes.
The party was only just across campus so Rebekah grabbed her little black clutch bag and keys then walked over to where it was being held. On her way she was getting jaw dropped stares from everyone she knew, she was barely recognizable all dressed up.
When she reached the party, Brock, the guy that had invited her, smiled, his eyes had widened seeing how different she looked. "Hey Bek, you look...Wow!" he complimented, making Rebekah blush a bright red color.
She shrugged, "It's nothing, just had it lying around... Come on, are we gonna party or not?" she playfully shoved his arm with a laugh as she walked over to the cooler to grab herself a drink.
Brock followed her lead and they spent some time just choosing, it was beer, whiskey or baileys. They went a shot of whiskey then left the table with a beer in hand.
After almost four hours at the party; drinking, laughing, dancing and singing moronically loud with a few people she knew from her Latin class, Rebekah knew she was extremely drunk and in for a killer hang over. She decided leaving then would be her best option, get home, drink a gallon of water and sleep it off.
When Rebekah reached her dorm she forgot about everything else and just flopped onto her bed, falling asleep instantly as her head hit the pillow. The dreams that came to her in her deep slumber were quite unusual compared to her regular drunken dreaming. It was as if she wasn't even in a dream.
Rebekah got up from her bed, with no hang over or anything. "Am I dreaming?" she asked touching her stomach and face to make sure she was still in solid form. She stood up; she was still wearing the clothes she had fallen asleep in. Her head felt a little like she was floating.
"Well Rebekah you're quick. You catch on a lot faster than most I visit" a dark figure spoke from the corner, making Rebekah jump. "Don't fear, I can't hurt you, you're dreaming remember" the man smiled slyly as he stepped out of the shadows. Just the sight of him made Rebekah feel uneasy.
"What do you want? Why are you in my dream? How do you know my name?" Rebekah asked him confused; she began looking around for some kind of weapon to defend herself with, if need be. The man laughed at her.
"You see young Rebekah, I like playing games with people and well, I wanna play with you a little bit... Make you question yourself, your surroundings... Plus I think you could interlink quite well with another game I'm playing with a few others" the man spoke very articulately but he was still confusing Rebekah.
"What? You sound kind of crazy, so I'm gonna go back to sleep and you're gonna disappear" Rebekah shook her head and went to lie down again. She closed her eyes until she could feel herself sleeping again. When she finally reopened her eyes again the man still stood in the same place, a smug smile on his face.
"Okay, who are you? Why won't you go away and what do you mean by 'game'?" Rebekah asked feigning interest when she realized he wasn't going away and hoping that complying with him would make him disappear again.
"My name is Azazel and by game, I mean life" he replied taking a step toward Rebekah, allowing her to see his piercing yellow eyes. Rebekah gasped and took a step back quickly now being quite scared of the man before her.
"What do you want!" she asked him again a little louder, this time her voice shook, just having him looking at her was scaring her. Azazel stepped forward and kissed Rebekah before she was able to stop him. When she could finally take control of herself again Rebekah stepped back and slapped Azazel.
He smiled smugly once more, "Feisty... I want nothing more with you... For now..." Azazel replied leaving his reply open ended. "Just go to sleep and I'll be gone this time, I promise" he whispered in her ear. Rebekah bit her lip and looked at him skeptically.
"How do I know you're not lying and that you won't hurt me or violate me or something while I sleep?" Rebekah asked eying the mysterious man that stood before her.
"I'm in your dream, I can't hurt you in your dreams" he reminded her. Rebekah nodded slowly, finally taking a chance and believing him as she laid herself back down. Watching the man named Azazel closely her eyes slowly began to droop and drifted close once more.
Rebekah woke slowly expecting some kind of a pain or need to throw up, but nothing came. She felt the cool, wet ground below her. She sat up quickly, realizing that she was lying on a patch of grass beside a park, and out of the corner of her eye she caught herself in the window of a shop and screamed. Covering her own mouth quickly she stood up.
"Holy mother of something that makes sense..." she whispered touching her face, she looked different, younger. She looked like she had when she was sixteen. "What's happening?" she asked herself and began looking around. Everything looked different; she definitely wasn't in Los Angeles anymore.
Everyone was wearing really retro clothing. She looked down at herself to see she was wearing the same kind of thing, a pair of high waisted white wash denim jeans and a red long flair sleeved v-neck, which was tucked into the high waist of her pants, with a pair of brightly colored platforms.
"I must be dreaming again" Rebekah sighed and closed her eyes tightly. When she opened them nothing had changed. Since closing her eyes didn't change anything she tried pinching herself, nothing. "Oh my God" she exhaled, this was actually happening.
Rebekah stood stunned for a moment before remembering her dream with the strange man, this was somehow his fault, she knew that much. She remembered him saying he wanted to play a game with her, mess with her head.
Rebekah had absolutely no idea what she was going to do with herself; she was sixteen again with no money and nowhere to live, in an unknown town in an unknown year.
"Hey, you okay? You look a little lost..." a young blonde woman carrying a small stack of books asked, prompting Rebekah to spin around to face her. She looked about sixteen, the same age as Rebekah and she too was wearing the foreign clothing.
"Yeah, I'm kinda new here and I have no idea how I got here..." Rebekah explained trying to force an optimistic smile. The other girl returned the smile with ease. Her smile comforted Rebekah and she couldn't quite understand why.
"Well, you look about my age so I'm guessing you should be on your way to school, like me. Come on I'll show you around... I'm Mary by the way, Mary Campbell" the young blonde woman introduced herself with another smile as she held out her hand.
Rebekah took Mary's hand and returned the smile effortlessly this time, "I'm Rebekah, or Bek or Beks, Camden" she introduced herself as well, a little more disjoined than Mary but still getting the same end result.
The pair began to walk on their way to Mary's school. Personally Rebekah wasn't looking forward to repeating school again, she had done it once and that was enough. "Mary, do you mind me asking where we are and possibly what the date is?" Bek asked carefully trying not to make Mary think she was insane. Mary looked to Rebekah with a slight frown.
"We're in Lawrence Kansas, April 7th 1971. So you really don't know how you got here huh?" Mary asked with a bit of a chuckle but then stopped when she realized how serious Rebekah was. "What about your parents, did they come with you?" Mary asked hoping that the girl standing with her hadn't escaped some mental institution.
Rebekah shook her head, "Last thing I remember was falling asleep in Los Angeles and having this-this dream. A man was in my room, his eyes were a weird yellow color and he said that he couldn't hurt me because I was dreaming but he wanted to 'play a game', to make me question myself and my surroundings. But when I woke up I was here. I know that probably sounds crazy..." Rebekah laughed half heartedly then looked to Mary who stopped with a serious look on her face.
Mary grabbed Rebekah's arm and began pulling her toward a suburban residential area. "Come with me, I need to, uh, grab something from my house..." Mary explained as she continued to drag Rebekah down the street.
When the girls reached what seemed to be Mary's house they stopped and Mary opened the door inviting Rebekah inside. "Mary, why aren't you at school?" a woman who seemed to be Mary's mother asked.
"Mom, where's dad? This is Rebekah Camden, I think she has a problem" Mary informed her mother, emphasizing the word 'problem' which seemed to make her mother get up quickly and go to find Mary's father.
"Rebekah, this is my mother and father, Deanna and Samuel Campbell" Mary introduced, "Why don't you tell them what you told me before?" Mary asked her with a hesitant smile and a gentle nod.
Rebekah hesitated but realized things couldn't really get much worse, so she recapped her story to them, this time including times and dates. All three Campbell's stood just watching Rebekah until Samuel turned to Mary, "So you think she is or the yellow eyed thing is?" he asked her letting her take some kind of lead.
"Definitely the yellow eyed man... But we don't know what he is yet" Mary replied, "Mom, can Rebekah stay with us? She kind of, well you heard the story, she doesn't have parents anywhere or a place to live..." she asked turning to her mother for confirmation on her request. Deanna looked to Samuel who nodded slightly then she looked back to her daughter and nodded.
"Rebekah honey, there is a spare room next to Mary's room. You can take that. Do you have any clothes or anything to unpack?" Deanna asked looking for some kind of bag. Rebekah shook her head.
"This is all I ended up with" Rebekah replied looking down at her clothes, she didn't mind them, but she much preferred her own clothing from 2003. Deanna nodded slowly with a thoughtful look on her face.
"Well, you can share with Mary until we can get you some more" she smiled and walked to the kitchen. "You girls better go get Rebekah settled in... Mary, I'll have to come down to the school and enroll Rebekah so we'll do that tomorrow" Deanna called from the kitchen.
"Could I please use your bathroom?" Rebekah asked Mary quietly, she nodded and directed Rebekah to where the bathroom was located, everything was very clean. Mary soon returned to the living room.
"Mary, we're going to have to train her, you know that, don't you?" Samuel whispered to his daughter, careful to avoid Rebekah's earshot. Mary nodded in reply but before she could verbally reply Rebekah emerged.
"We can all talk about it at the dinner table tonight" Mary suggested to her father with a generous smile. After getting the nod from her father Mary moved to join Rebekah, "Why don't I show you your room?" she proposed as she began to climb the stairs, Rebekah followed closely behind her.
The room was small. It contained a bed, drawers, a bedside table and lamp that was it. To Rebekah it seemed cozy and she didn't mind that it was little; she hoped she wouldn't have to stay too long.
"So you come from 2003?" Mary asked suddenly, sounding quite interested in the situation, as she sat down on the bed. Rebekah nodded with a slight smile as she remembered the day before she had ended up here.
"Yeah, I was living in 2003, aged 22 and attending UCLA, studying Law..." Rebekah sat down beside Mary. "Truth be told, I'm still not sure that this, right now, isn't a dream... I was pretty drunk when I had that dream..." Rebekah smiled guiltily.
Mary laughed "You miss it already don't you?" she asked putting a hand on Bek's shoulder to comfort her. Bek simply nodded and just stared at the floor.