This chapter was inspired by a Spotify playlist created by my little brother to help keep me inspired as a writer. Its called: Common Culture: Volume 1. Please go follow it! The username is ohmickey_mat

This chapter will be kind of intense, and will make multiple references to The Originals, which I do not own. I would like to thank my little brother and best freind PancakePirate for giving me the idea for this story. I am quite obviously not Stephanie Myers. I also want to give you guys a little warning, this story will feature Jasper/Emmett and some pretty heavy Rosalie bashing.

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Chapter Two

I never thought things would be like this. New Orleans has been my home for so long, I along with my brother buit it from the ground up. I watched it grow, I watched it prosper, and I watched it burn. Driving away from it had felt freeing at first, but the further away I drove, the more the pit in my stomach grew. This is the first time I had ever been truly on my own.

I never thought I would live here, in a cold and rainy town that couldn't have possibly held more than a thousand people. I had always been partial to big cities. Big cities full of food, distractions, and (up until recently) my family.

I smiled there in the driver's seat of my convertible. This was my chance for a new family, a family of my choosing. I'll have it known now that blood is blood, but blood- however binding- is not necessarily a prerequisite for family. A family is made of people who love and care for one another. People who would die for one another without a moments thought or hesitations. I have not had this in eons. And when I say eons, I do mean in the litereral sense. I've never been one for exaggeration.

The engine hums beneath me as the rain falls into the windscreen hypnotically. I smile to myself nostalgically. This car holds one of the only decent memories I have of my family. I had never been much for celebrating my birthday, it had always felt like such a trivial thing to me. But as me and my siblings grew older holidays became one of the only things that brought us all together, therefore Elijah used any occasion possible to make us a family, if only for a few hours. My brothers (despite whatever current quarrel) treated my birthday as an important occasion.

Finn ran a diner in 1960, nothing special, just a burger joint in Brooklyn. We gathered there together that day, suddenly we weren't immortal vampires. We were siblings. I' ll never forget Nicklaus's face when he tossed me the keys. I always insisted that there be no presents, and they always ignored me. Though we were far, far, far from poor, the four of them pitched in together. Behind the diner was a freshly waxed 1960, cherry red, Corvette. I remember laughing so hard my stomach hurt, and I remember how my throat tightened in a struggle not to cry. Through a crystal clear windscreen I could see white leather seats (quite the luxury at the time) and chromed side-mirrors and wheel rims.

As much as I loved it, as much as I still do, it wasn't the value of it or the amount of money they paid. It was the fact that they loved me enough to set aside their arguments and differences. They came together. Not just for the car, but for me.

I pulled onto Mayflower Lane and my smile faded. An ornate paved road stretched in front of me, lined on both sides with blooming Magnolia trees. Through the haze of mist and the lazy drizzle of the rain I could clearly see an immense forest rising up the mossy green hills. I hate this green, the state of Washington in its entirety is seemingly covered in it. This sinister acid trip hue, that in my opinion should barely qualify as a color.

I ease gently into the drive, parking quietly next to a silver Volvo. The house in front of me took me by surprise. I had always thought of Carlisle as a man who would ostentatiously enjoy the wealth that inevitably comes to those who live forever. This is in no way an attack on the man's character, it's simply the way most immortals choose to live. Yes the house was quite large and elegant, but not in such a way that I should immediately think of its great value. It was simple and understated, and yet somehow an intricate work of art. Exposed brick and logged wood came together with large angular windows to create a masterpiece.

I gripped the leather bound steering wheel in momentary anticipation. I took in a deep breath and felt my eyelids flutter involuntarily. Stepping out of the car gave me a feeling of nakedness. Carlisle's family (that would hopefully become mine given time) was no doubt watching me. I wore a carefully and concentrated mask of confidence and indifference as I pulled my luggage from the trunk.

I didn't bring very much with me. A bag or two of clothes, a record player along with my favorite vinyl albums, a laptop, an IPhone, some jewelry, and lastly a ridiculously large photo album bound in black leather and brass buckles spelled to open only at my touch.

I walked to the front door with my bags in tow. I took a brief second upon seeing at the stoop, and allowed myself to take a deep calming breath. I raised my hand to knock (I was positive they already knew I was here, but it's the thought that counts), but my knuckles never had the opportunity to come into contact with the wood. The door swung open, revealing a very short, very bubbly girl. She was a cold one as I had expected, but I couldn't help but taken aback by how human she seemed. It was sheer force of will that kept me from bolting. She was smiling happily, bouncing on her toes and vibrating visibly with excitement.

"Hello! I'm Alice! You must be Rebekah! I'm so glad to meet you!" She would have continued on if Carlisle hadn't walked up behind her. He too was smiling, kind eyes sparking amber. Alice went quiet, still smiling quiet largely, and retreated down a hallway and out of my peripheral.

"Hi, Carlisle." Two words, just the two world made me feel exposed and vulnerable. The edges of his eyes crinkled with fond affection.

/=Flashback=\

"What will you tell them? Don't misunderstand me, I would never ask you to lie to your family. I simply wish to know... Oh Fenris, I don't...-" I held the cell phone in the crook of my neck as I drove. I had just driven past the Colorado border. It would be another day and a half before my arrival in Forks.

"I understand, Rebek- Bella." The doctor corrected himself. "You want a fresh start, the chance to lead the life you choose. Unfortunately I live in a family of Supernatural creatures. A family I sincerely hope that you decide to join. Secrets, or should I say actively gaurded secrets are impoßible to keep. My son Edward has the ability to read thoughts as I've told you. You are an Original, his telepathy won't work on you, dear girl. The same, I am afraid, cannot be said for me. They know who and what you are. But I beg you not to imagine that any of them would think of you, treat you, or regard you any differently because of it. My house is a place where judgement and prejudice do not exist."

A small smile danced across my lips. I thanked him. I thanked him profusely.

"Yes, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow as well Carlisle. Oh, and Carlisle? 'Dear Girl?', I'm nearly eight thousand years older than you." I said this jubilantly and with a light chuckle.

"But you are my daughter all the same..."

/=FlashbackOver=\

In a moment of absent mindedness I stepped forward to embrace him. I let out a small grunt as an invisible barrier forced me back. Oh, that's right, over nine thousand years of being a vampire and I still forget that I have to be invited into the home of another. Carlisle's eyes widened in concern, but that only delayed him for a split second. He stepped forward from the threshold and embraced me. This caught me off guard, I can remember very few occasions in my life when another person has chosen willingly embraced me without prompt, romantics, or agenda. It took me a moment, but I hugged him in return.

"It's so wonderful to see you old friend!" Carlisle's calming tenor washed over me as he released me from his tight, comfortable grasp. "I'm so sorry my dear. I should have remembered..."

"Oh, it's quite alright. I forget too." I say this evenly and without much volume, my voice involuntarily wanes in embarrassment. Though it's been a little over a century since I've actually seen him in person, I know he's speaking the truth. Much the same way I know, that the truth is the only thing this man will ever give me. This is a man with a pure heart untainted by his need to consume blood, he is kind and compassionate and brave. And he will always tell me the truth, because for him to lie without a valid cause would be for him to go against his very nature.

I wish Niklaus, was a tenth of the man standing before me. My life would have been so much different if he were...

"Are you ready to meet the rest of the family?" He glances through the doorway in pleasant expectation. He still hasn't stopped smiling.

"Yeah, I am." And now I'm smiling alongside him. He links the crook of his elbow through mine in a casual, gentlemanly way that made my nose twitch in amusement.

"Then, Rebekah Mikaelson, I invite you into what is now your home, until you decide otherwise." The way he says this, I can't help but laugh. I don't remember ever smiling so much. A rainbow spectrum of emotions dances in the pit of my stomach. Basic things like nervousness, anxiety, and happiness are easily identifiable to me. But other, more complex, nameless emotions thrive among them. Nonedefinatly positive or negative, but just there, under the surface.

I don't have time to consider them before Carlisle pulls me across the threshold.

END OF CHAPTER TWO

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There will be graphic violence, graphic sex, swearing, mentions of recreational drugs, BCN (Booze Cigarettes Nudity), and possible triggers (depression, self harm, etc.), and other things that I'm sure will find their way onto the list. I know I can't stop underage kids from reading this, but hopefully they are mature enough to know what they are getting themselves into.

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