A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Normally, I don't think I'll be able to update this frequently, but I'll post the chapters as I finish them. Just a reminder that I don't own anything related to Vampire Diaries or Twilight. Those honors belong to L. J. Smith and Stephanie Meyer. ~Enjoy~

Rebekah Mikealson

I pushed open the door of The Grill just as my phone rang. My spirits lifted immediately when I saw it was Bella.

"Hey I was just about to text you." I quickly glanced around the place, looking for a suitable place to sit. I quickly decided on a stool by the bar. A drink would be a welcome distraction while I waited on my brother.

"Is it anything like Forks?"

"A bit. There are lots of clouds, but not as much rain. I definitely won't miss the rain." I plopped down on the closest bar stool and dropped my bag unceremoniously on the ground.

"I never got to ask you, was the trip for business or pleasure?"

I guess that was her subtle attempt at asking me if it was vampire related. I laughed in return.

"Definitely business. Believe me I would much rather have stayed there." I heard a door shut in the background.

"I've got to run. Jake just got here."

I relaxed a little. It was good to know that the shifters were keeping to our agreement.

"Let him know that my extra set of P. J's are in your bottom drawer if he decides to stay over." She was laughing hysterically into the phone. I guess the image of Jake in my tiny shorts and tank top were a bit to much for her. I faintly heard Jake in the background ask what was so funny, which only caused her to laugh harder.

"Be safe Bell. I'll text you later." I put my phone down on the bar and grabbed the bartender's attention away from two customers at the other end of the bar.

"Martini, dirty." Hopefully this bartender could mix a good one.

Ironically, I hate planes. I love flying just not in those things. I glanced down the bar at the other two customers that chose to drink so early in the day. One had dirty blonde hair and was seated on a stool facing the bar, staring intently at his glass. The other had dark hair and stood, leaning up against the bar, while he talked. I took me a second to realize what was different about him. He was a vampire.

Elijah said there were a couple of locals who had attached themselves to Elena. That must be one of them. As I took a sip of my drink, my phone buzzed. It was a text message from my brother.

Glad you had a safe trip. Stay away from locals. They don't like me very much. I'll be in touch.

This was just like my brother. Drag me across the continent because he needs me, then make me wait on the sidelines till he's ready. I quickly pounded out a reply: We need to talk. Then I dropped my phone loudly on the bar and downed what was left of my drink. My phone buzzed again.

Later.

One, word that was all he could spare. I had half a mind to try and ruin whatever he had planned. For now, I would settle for making him mad. I looked up, hoping to catch the eye of the handsome vampire down the bar, only to find him halfway over.

"So, what has you drinking like a fish?" He leaned up against the bar beside me.

"Older brother." I glanced at his glass, which he promptly downed. "You?"

A smirk spread across his face. "Younger brother."

I chuckled. "Know where a girl might find a little trouble?" I had only been here for a couple of hours and I was already bored. There was no way I was waiting on my brother.

"Definitely." He signaled the bartender for a refill and stared at me.

"Great. I haven't done anything dangerous in a while." Maybe I'll just jump ship completely and make up my own plan.

"You might get killed." He downed his new drink. I just smiled.

"That just makes it more exciting." I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" He tossed some cash on the bar and came after me.

"You are going to take me somewhere I can have a real drink." He was studying me again, trying to figure out if he could trust me. If he was on my brother's bad side, then he didn't have much of a choice. He was going to need all the help he could get.

"I'm guessing you're in the '67 Camero out front?"

By the time that we had pulled up at the Salvatore Boarding house, I had successfully avoided answering any important questions about myself. Damon was practically boiling with rage as he slammed the car door shut.

He had successfully found out that I enjoyed listening to alternative rock, was currently single, hated animal blood, and preferred brunettes to blondes. It was hilarious watching his anger rise with each evasive answer. I could tell he was used to being told what he wanted to know.

I followed him in and tossed my bag on the couch in front of a huge fireplace. I took a quick glance around. Thick drapes hung in front of the windows, dark wood encased the room, and burgundy accents were thrown here and there. It was very masculine, very broody, not really my taste at all.

Damon came back into the room with two glasses of blood and offered one to me.

"Are you going to tell me anything useful about yourself?" He really liked to lean against things. I didn't mind. He looked pretty good doing it. I took my glass and sat on the couch with my bag.

"Nope." I made sure to pop the end before I took a sip of the blood.

"I hope you left them alive, they taste delicious." I watched as he rethought his approach.

"What do you..." At that moment, his question was cut off because the front door was opened and slammed shut and a very angry vampire flew into the room.

"Damon! Why aren't you answering your phone? Elena took off with Elijah this morning."

That must be Stefan. I can totally appreciate Katherine's obsession with the two of them now. Granted, she took it way to far, but still understandable. Stefan hadn't looked at me yet, but Damon hadn't taken his eyes off me once. At least one of them appeared to have some sense.

"Don't be silly Stefan. She's not stupid enough to do that." He took another swig from his glass. "And I wasn't answering my phone because I'm entertaining." He waved over at me with the hand holding his glass the other secured in his pocket, giving the perfect picture of indifference.

"Well, Elijah was gone this morning and I can't get Elena to answer her phone." Damon paused, put his glass down on the table behind him, then addressed me.

"Don't move." Then he was gone. In less than a minute he was back and in his brother's face.

"What did you tell her?" Wow, I really needed some popcorn.

The verbal spat that ensued reminded me a lot of NiKlaus and Elijah before this whole mess began, before we became vampires. Her name was Tatiana and both of my brothers were madly in love with her. She'd had a child with another man, but that didn't matter to either of them. They fought for her till the bitter end. I think that was why father chose her for the ritual. He hoped that her death would bring my brothers back together. That was his biggest mistake. My brothers never forgave him. Elijah told me he was daggered somewhere at the bottom of the Atlantic. That made my century.

"Can you guys just pause this for just one second?" They both turned to look at me, having momentarily forgotten that I was in the room, their hands around each other's throat. I never got to ask my question though, because the door opened yet again.

"What're you guys doing?" Elena was obviously distressed seeing them fight each other. They immediately dropped their hands.

The look on my brother's face when he saw me was perfect. This was the last place he expected to see me. The subtle shake of his head meant that he didn't want me to acknowledge our relationship. It was to bad he'd ticked me off earlier.

The tension was already high in the room. I couldn't help but add to it. I stood slowly, catching Elena's attention, and through her, the Salvatore's. Elijah's eyes begged me to keep my mouth shut, but I just couldn't resist.

"Let me make sure I have this right." I made my way over to Elijah and indicated Elena with my blood toting hand. "That tiny little doppelgänger," I watched Damon's eyebrows furrow at my knowledge, then I faced Elijah,"managed to dagger my favorite big brother." I punctuated my remark by poking him in the chest.

If I had been anyone but his baby sister, my head would have been across the room, but because I am, I just got an eye roll.

A/N: I had to drag Damon kicking and screaming throughout this whole chapter, hope it turned out well. As always, reviews are welcome.