I have always wanted to read a fan fiction about what happened between Rebekah and Stefan during the twenties and since I couldn't find a story that wasn't longer than one night, I decided to write my own. Please Enjoy!

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Klaus POV

The last thing Klaus wanted to do right now was find Rebekah. She knew not to go out by herself. The brother and sister went out every night for the past month. Klaus just wanted one night to stay in and be quiet. Just one night.

At least I now where she is, He thought he opened the door snapping the lock. He walked into Rebekah's current favorite speakeasy.

Klaus saw his baby sister dancing with the man that was eyeing her last night. He wished that she would not put too much faith in this guy. Klaus preferred him to be a one night thing, but of course he doesn't want his sister to become a strumpet.

Klaus headed over to the bar and before he even had a chance to place his order, the bar tender asked, "Do you want the usual, sir?"

Klaus reached over the counter and grabbed the man by his neck, "What is your name, and how do you know me?"

"I I'm Jacob," He choked out. "I j-just thought you w-would want the same thing as l-last night."

Klaus compelled the man to forget him. He released his neck and walked away from the bar. He grabbed Rebekah's arm and dragged her away from the man she danced with.

"Nik, stop. I want to stay," Rebekah pleaded.

"No we must leave now," I said.

She froze. "He, he isn't here is he, Nik?"

"Not yet, but I think we should leave just to be sure." She followed him out the door without a glance back and down the street to their apartment. They stayed quiet the entire walk. The pair has been with each other for so long Klaus can read her emotions. He really hoped that her sadness was not because of that stupid man back at the speakeasy.

"Nik," She said as he put the key into the door of the apartment. "We don't leave yet. Do we? I like Chicago."

So, that is what she is upset about, he thought. The more Klaus thought about it, the more he realized he did not want to leave yet either. A big city is hard to be found in. They have been here for a month; a change in towns was what they really needed, but maybe just a change in outings. Klaus thought that maybe just a change in speakeasies and a change in shops for Rebekah.

"Nik," Rebekah said which brought him out of his thoughts.

"Yes, I think we can stay for a while." He unlocked the door and walked straight into his room.

Rebekah POV: the next afternoon.

Everything was so much simpler centuries ago. Rebekah had one dress, sometimes two; it was acceptable to go around the village barefoot. She knew who everyone was and what everyone was.

She had a schedule. Every full moon, her and her family would go down into the caves with the others and wait. It was when they were a true family. Everyone would protect each other in the cave because at the time they knew the true danger was outside.

When the family was not in the caves, Mikael would be harsh. It seemed as though he did not know the true meaning of family. A family loved each other. Mikael hunted them down for a mistake they did not commit. Nik is Rebekah's true family. Always and forever.

"Nik, I need another dress," she said as she looked through her small closet.

"Then go out and get one" He said not looking up from his painting. For some reason Nik decided to get a small apartment in the city. They each have their own room, but she told Nik that he needed another room to be his art studio. He insisted that he did not. She disagreed and now his paintings lined the walls and littered the floor.

Nik got too absorbed in his work. Sometimes she heard him get up in the middle of the night and paint 'til dawn. Rebekah supposed he technically did not need sleep; however, she could sleep to noon every day if Nik let her.

She grabbed her jacket and left the apartment headed down the street. There was a new boutique a few streets away that she wanted to try. She heard a rumor that the dresses were very expensive and that was just her taste. To Nik and Rebekah money meant nothing, but Klaus insisted on being rich. It was not a problem for her since she spent almost all of what he made. And if for some reason the store owner would not take credit from her, then there were others means for Rebekah to leave the store happily.

Darling Miss Sylvia helped Rebekah pick out a sparkling silver dress with a low open back. Unfortunately the small alterations on the dress wouldn't be ready until tomorrow no matter how much she wanted to convince the dress maker. Rebekah supposed that her black dress would have to do for tonight.

As she headed back to the apartment, Rebekah thought about a drink, but declined knowing she would have her pick tonight.

"Rebekah," Nik said as she walked through the door. "We are not going to Sixties tonight. Rose, here, told me about a great little place called Gloria's."

"But Nik," she said not caring about the girl who sat on the couch. "I like Sixties."

"You'll like Gloria's. We can't make patterns and routines. If we continue to go to the same speakeasies you know what will happen."

"Yes but Nik-"

"No Rebekah. We can always stay in if you would like," He said as he interrupted his sister. "Now go get changed for tonight. Rose was just leaving."
The girl got up and let herself out as Nik grabbed a bottle of whiskey.

Rebekah went to her room upset. She looked at the small clock and saw that she has just enough time to get a quick drink before she had to change.

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