Okay, so I don't know who you are because you reviewed as a guest, but I want to address the problems you have pointed out, which in my opinion aren't problems at all. In the last chapter of Rewriting History, you'll find that the scene Jenna came out to was Damon cupping Elena's/Katherine's face. Jenna didn't hear him tell Elena no, so to her knowledge they might have been about to kiss. Yes, she was glaring at Elena, but Elena is her niece. The second problem was stated by another guest - maybe the same one, I don't know. With this, you are exactly right. It is stupid and selfish for Rebecca to keep Chelsea around just so she and Damon can be a family. We both know Damon can be selfish when he wants to be and so can Rebecca. (Example include when she was letting Damon munch on Caroline in season one just so he could have fresh blood if he wanted it. She basically let Damon get away with everything in season one because she didn't want to risk losing him.) It fits her character to want what she wants. Something has to happen to make her change her mind. If it were me, I'd send Chelsea to California to keep her safe - or I'd just go with her, but since it's Rebecca, I have to stay true to her character.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"So, is your mom home?" Stefan asked Caroline.

"No. She's at work."

The four vampires had gone back to the boardinghouse so everyone could get some blood. The only one who hadn't been hurt was Rebecca. Damon had been shot and Stefan had been stabbed. Caroline, of course, had been hurt the worst.

"You can stay here if you want to," Stefan said.

"I'm fine, Stefan."

Rebecca noticed that Caroline had a small, brave smile pasted on her face. The blond seemed exhausted, and Rebecca didn't think she needed to be alone.

"Care . . ." Rebecca started, "you should stay. I can call your mom and get her permission, but you should stay."

Caroline shook her head. "I'm okay. You know, I'm not girly little Caroline anymore. I can handle myself."

Even the strongest people need someone to lean on, Rebecca thought. If they aren't too stubborn to accept help.

"At least let me take you home," Rebecca offered. "I have to pick up Chelsea anyway, so it wouldn't be a problem."

Caroline nodded and said, "Okay, good. I just wanna get home and shower, so . . ."

As the girls left the house Caroline said goodnight, and Rebecca shut the door behind them.


A few minutes after Rebecca left, there was a knock on the door.

Damon wasn't expecting anyone, so he looked at Stefan, who shrugged. Apparently he wasn't expecting anyone either.

When he opened the door he was surprised to see Diana Gleeson, Rebecca's ex-Watcher. What was she doing here? Had Rebecca invited her over?

He knew Rebecca had called Diana about the werewolf bite Rose had received so she could look into a cure, but if that was why she was here then she was a little late.

"What d'you want?"

"Is Rebecca here?" she asked.

Damon could tell she was a little nervous because he had opened the door, but she was standing firm. She obviously had something she wanted to say.

"Rebecca has made me aware of your Original problem . . ."

Damon looked at Stefan, who had suddenly become quite interested in the conversation. Damon wondered if he would even give the woman the time of day. She'd almost had Rebecca killed.

"Come in," Stefan said, making the decision for the both of them. "Rebecca isn't here, though."

"That's fine," the woman said. "I come bearing gifts. They were not easy to come by."

The ex-Watcher pulled out a bag and then something that was wrapped in a brown cloth. She laid the cloth down on the nearest flat surface and unwrapped what was inside.

Inside was a dagger and a small vial of something.

"What is that?"

"This is how you kill an Original." Diana picked up the glass container. "In this vial is ash from a white oak tree that dates back to the genesis of the Originals. The dagger must be dipped into the ash and then plunged into their hearts."

Damon grabbed the dagger and looked at it. There was nothing special about it. There weren't any symbols or anything to make him think that this dagger was better than anything else.

"How do you know all this?"

"The Watcher's Council is very good at research."

Diana reached for the knife that Damon had snatched.

"I'll give these to you on one condition." She stared at Damon firmly. "Rebecca can't know about this. She has a weakness when it comes to your kind, and it would get in the way of what needs to be done."

"You want me to lie to her?" Damon asked. His relationship with Rebecca had not been built on lies, and he didn't want to start lying to her now.

"She knows and trusts Elijah, correct?" Diana asked. "Do you really think she would let you hurt him if she knew about the ash and dagger?"

"If it would protect everyone else, yes, she would."

"Hm. Well, use your own discretion, then. But don't say I didn't warn you."


"Ouch!" Caroline exclaimed as Rebecca pulled one of the toothpicks out of her skin.

"Sorry," Rebecca said. "There're only two more."

Before Rebecca could get the last two out, Caroline's phone rang. The screen had Matt's number on it.

"Hi," she answered, trying to sound cheerful.

"Hey, did something happen?"

"What?"

"You were supposed to meet me after my shift was over."

"Oh, my –" Caroline almost slapped herself in the head for forgetting that. "I am so sorry, Matt."

"Well, are you okay?"

"Yeah. Something came up with Bonnie and she needed me."

Rebecca pulled another toothpick out and Caroline basically shrieked into the phone. "Ow, that hurt, Rebecca."

Rebecca looked at Caroline sheepishly and grabbed the phone.

"Uh, hey. Give it back!"

"Hey, Matt. You should come over. Caroline's feeling awful. Bonnie didn't need her; she just didn't want you to know she's sick."

Caroline's eyes widened, but the look Rebecca gave her told her to play along.

"Becca, he doesn't need to know how bad I am."

She heard Matt say, "Why didn't she just say so? I thought she was lying to me, because Bonnie's here at the Grill with Jeremy."

"Well, she was lying," Rebecca said. "But only because she didn't want you to worry."

A knock came from the front door, so Caroline gestured that she was going to go see who was showing up at this hour.

It ended up being Tyler.

"Are you okay?" was the first thing he said.

"I'm fine," she said sharply.

"I had no idea they would come for you."

"Do you know what they did to me?" she asked, tears now stinging her eyes.

"I'm sorry," Tyler said, his voice shaking. "But it's crazy now. Okay? I don't know who to trust. You lied to me."

"I lied to protect my friend," Caroline countered. "I lied to protect you. Don't you get that?"

"Caroline –"

"You just stood there. When they were going to kill us, you just stood there. You didn't do anything!"

"I didn't know what to do!"

"You help your friend. That's what you do!" Caroline stated.

"I'm sorry."

"No, it's too late. Because we're not friends anymore. And what happened to me tonight, that will never happen again. So you take that back to your little werewolf pack and you get outta my house!"

Caroline slammed the door in his face and refused to look back to see if he had walked away.


The confrontation with Caroline hadn't gone as planned, Tyler thought, as he made his way back to the camper where Jules and the others were staying.

"I'm sorry about your friends," he said as soon as they let him in the camper.

Brady, the one who had taken on Damon earlier, gestured for Tyler to sit down and so he did. Brady was drinking whiskey from a bottle and when Tyler was offered some he took a few gulps, savoring the warmth he felt in his throat and chest as the alcohol went down.

"It's not always like this, is it?" Tyler asked.

He'd seen more violence in one night than he'd seen his whole life. He didn't want to live like that.

"No," Jules answered.

"You're living in vampire country, that's all."

Tyler had always known something had been weird with Stefan. Nobody normal could come in and take over as easily as Stefan Salvatore had. But Rebecca and Caroline? Caroline had helped him so much these last few weeks, and Rebecca had been nice to everyone. How were they vampires?

"Mason didn't tell me anything about it. He was gone. Dead, I guess, before he could help me."

"I don't get what Mason was even doing here in the first place," Brady said.

"His brother died. You know that, Brady," Jules said.

"But why was he stupid enough to stay and get himself killed?"

"Because of this rock that he was trying to find," Tyler answered. "A moonstone."

Brady and Jules shared a look and Jules said, "I had no idea."

"What?"

"Did he find it?" Brady asked, leaning forward.

"Yeah."

"Where is it now?"

"I couldn't tell you."

Both Jules and Brady looked disappointed, and Tyler really wanted to know the big deal about this moonstone business. Mason had been after it, and now Jules and Brady were also acting strange about it.

So what was up with that? If it was some weird werewolf thing, didn't Tyler need to know?

If it hadn't been for the fact that Jules and Brady had lost so many friends that night, Tyler probably would've pushed for some answers. As it was, they were planning on burning the bodies that night.


The next morning Elena got a call from Stefan. He woke her up with the call, actually.

"Hello?" she answered, sleep still in her voice.

"Hey. How do you feel about getting away for the weekend? Just you and me?"

"Uh . . . That sounds great, but where would we go?"

"That is up to you. But I will say that I overheard Alaric earlier. He was supposed to go to some summer house with Jenna, but she got roped into the historical society's high tea."

"My family's lake house," Elena said. "Um . . . That would be exactly what I need right now. I might even be able to go swimming."

"Ooh, skinny dipping, maybe?" Stefan teased.

"Stefan!" Elena giggled. That was so unlike him, but Elena loved his rare bursts of humor.

"I'll pick you up at noon."


"Ignore it," Damon said as Rebecca's phone rang yet again. It had been ringing off the hook for about an hour.

He kissed her neck hoping to distract her, but she wasn't to be distracted.

"I have to at least see who it is!" she exclaimed.

Damon rolled his eyes but reached over for the cell phone Rebecca had left on the nightstand.

Robert, the I.D. screen read.

"It's your dad." Damon grinned and handed over the phone. "Perfect timing. Go ahead and answer."

"I don't trust that grin. It's mischievous."

Damon shrugged and she answered.

"Finally," her dad snapped over the line. "I've called you ten times."

"I know. I was busy and couldn't answer. I –"

Damon bit down on her hip bone – nibbled, really – and smirked up at her when she let out a small squeal.

"Rebecca? Are you okay?" Robert asked.

"Um . . . fine. I was going down the stairs and missed a step."

"Well, be careful." There was a pause, but then Robert said, "I was supposed to go to the Lockwood's today for the High Tea the historical society is holding, but I'm also supposed to meet with my construction crew. Do you think you can fill in for me at the Lockwood's?"

"Um . . ."

"You, Damon, and Chelsea can go. It's not super fancy, but semi-formal. Some author is writing a book about small towns in Virginia."

"A writer? Who?"

Damon began kissing her stomach hoping she'd get the hint that he wanted her to get off the phone.

"Uh, Elijah Smith."

"Oh . . ."

Damon stopped kissing her and quickly made his way to his side of the bed. He nodded to let her know she should say yes.

"Um . . . Sure. I think I may have met this Elijah at Elena's a few days ago. He was picking up a lot of the Gilbert's family history stuff."

"Good. Thank you. I'll let you know how the meeting goes with the crew. We may be able to start rebuilding soon."


Rebecca and Damon made their way downstairs after they got dressed. Damon was in his usual all black, but Rebecca had chosen a white blouse and grey slacks with white heels.

They were planning on taking Chelsea with them like Robert had suggested, but they were planning on letting her sleep until it was time to go.

Ric was downstairs talking to Stefan when Rebecca and Damon got into the living room.

"Oh, good. You're here," Damon said. "We need to talk."

Damon went over to the table by the couch and stopped by an old-looking piece of cloth.

"Diana stopped by last night. She gave me this to kill Elijah."

Rebecca watched as Damon unwrapped what was in the cloth. It looked like a knife of some sort.

"She said you have to dip the dagger into the remains of an old white ash tree that dates back to the Originals. If there's any truth in that."

"Why didn't you tell me she came by?" Rebecca asked. "And how are we supposed to get out hands on the remains of a tree that was around back then?"

"I didn't tell you because she seemed to think that you would hesitate to kill Elijah. I happen to agree with that. The only reason I'm telling you right now is because we don't lie to each other. That's not what our relationship is built on.

"Hm . . ." Rebecca knew why everyone thought she'd hesitate to kill Elijah. She knew him and actually kind of liked him. That didn't mean that she trusted him, however. "And the remains?"

Damon shrugged. "I have a vial of it right here."

Rebecca looked at the small glass container Damon held up. It looked like those small jars people used to put sand or seashells in when they visited the beach.

"Well, how do you know this is gonna work? I don't trust her. She almost got me killed. Twice," Rebecca said.

"Ric is going to research it," Damon said. "Aren't you?"

"I've got nothing better to do. Jenna and I were supposed to go to her family's lake house for the weekend, but we both got roped into this historical society's thing at the Lockwood's."

"Where Elijah is going to be the guest of honor," Damon commented.

"Tell me you're not gonna kill him at the tea party," Ric said.

"No. That would be stupid."

Ric didn't look convinced, so Rebecca said, "Chelsea and I are going to be there. He wouldn't risk us."

"And I wanna know his end game before I kill him. But I do think it's time Elijah and I officially met."

Rebecca hadn't thought about it, but it was true that Damon had never really talked to Elijah.

"I can introduce you, but don't make him angry. Okay? We don't know anything about this dagger or if it's gonna work. Promise me you won't use it unless we find something out."

What Damon had said was true. Their relationship was built on honesty and trust. If he promised he wouldn't use the dagger without finding out more about it, then he wouldn't use the dagger.

He promised.


While Rebecca was getting Chelsea dressed for the party, Caroline called and she got Bonnie on the line as well. They started their three way conversation with Caroline letting Rebecca know that she was helping Bonnie with a spell to find out more about Elijah.

"I'm gonna ask Luka to tell me what he knows," Bonnie said simply.

"And he's not gonna tell you anything," Caroline said.

"Wait," Rebecca said. "I thought you said you were working on a spell."

"Well, I didn't say he was gonna have a choice," Bonnie said.

"Is this where magic comes in?"

"Yup."

Rebecca saw Damon come in the room and gestured for him to not speak. She didn't know how Bonnie would feel about Damon listening in.

"I'm gonna give Luka a strong roofie-type drug. It'll break down the barriers in his mind, so I'll be able to dig around without any trouble."

Dig around Luka's mind unhindered? Rebecca wondered if that was how compulsion worked.

"Will it damage him?" Rebecca asked softly.

"Maybe he'll have a migraine or feel hungover, but no lasting harm."

"Okay. Good. I wish I could be there for that, but I'm gonna be at the historical thing. I'm filling in for my dad."

"Well, just leave your phone on and we'll text you when we have everything set up. It might take a while, so the party might be over."

"Good."

Rebecca knew that Bonnie was really only letting her in on everything because Rebecca could be helpful. She and Bonnie had a sort of truce going on. As long as the witch didn't pick on Damon unduly, they were okay.


Tyler had found his way back to the camper that Jules' pack was staying in and near. He was surprised she was still there.

"That guy last night made it pretty clear that you need to leave," he told her.

"And we will soon," she said sincerely.

Brady and another guy that looked no older than fifteen came from around the trailer. Tyler looked at them suspiciously. Jules grabbed his attention, though, when she spoke.

"Look, we kind of need your help with something."

"We need you to help us find the moonstone," Brady said.

"Somebody needs to explain to me what the big deal is about this rock," Tyler said.

"That rock helps break the curse of the sun and the moon."

"I don't know what that means."

"It's an old curse placed on both vampires and werewolves," Jules explained. "Vampires break the curse, they're free to walk in the sunlight, but we're stuck only turning at the full moon."

"A.K.A? Werewolf Armageddon."

"But if we break it," Brady continued, "they're stuck as nightwalkers and we can turn whenever we want."

"A.K.A. Werewolf domination."

"Tyler, if we can turn at will, that means we never have to turn at all," Jules said. "Not if we don't want to."

"I'd never have to turn again?" Tyler questioned. No wonder Mason had wanted the stone so badly. Tyler had been able to tell that Mason hated what he was just by how he'd tried to warn Tyler away from it.

"If those vamps are gearing up to break the curse, they have found the doppelganger."

"The doppelganger?"

"Evil-twin shadow person," the young one said. "We're betting that Mason's hot vampire chick, Kathy, knows all about it, so we need you to help us find Kathy. I have a, uh, picture."

Tyler thought this guy was nuts. Werewolves and vampire trying to break a curse with a rock? And now doppelgangers? Evil shadow people?

"Mason brought her to the bar once," the young one spoke again. "No one liked her. She was a vampire. Bad news."

Tyler took the phone from him and looked at the picture the guy had on the screen. Mason was there, but so was a curly-haired brunette – and her name was not Kathy.

"That's Elena Gilbert," he said. "I've known her my whole life."

Jules and Brady looked at each other and then back at Tyler.

"What can you tell us about her?"

"Well, her name isn't Kathy, for one."


After Tyler found out that the girl from the picture was a girl named Kathy and that Elena was the woman's look-alike Jules had asked if he could find out where Elena was going to be in the near future.

There weren't any school events coming up and she wasn't going to be at the historical thing at the mansion, so he didn't know. He knew someone who would.

He met Caroline as she was leaving the Grill. He almost backed away because of the amount of venom she'd hit him with.

"Look, it's important."

He grabbed at her am and her pocketbook fell to the floor, spilling its contents here and there.

"Just stop it, Tyler," she said, leaning down to pick up her stuff. "You're just – you're just making it worse."

Tyler bent down to help her and said, "Look, I'm sorry about what happened, Caroline, but there's so much that we need to talk about."

"I said, just leave me alone!"

Once Caroline's things were off the floor she jumped up and went out the door. She hadn't seen it, but Tyler had swiped her phone and it was now in his back pocket.

When he stood up, he was confronted with Matt, who didn't look entirely happy.

"What's goin' on with you and Caroline?"

"There's nothing going on. We argued, that's all."

"Uh-huh."

"I like her," Tyler admitted. "But she's still into you, and I screwed up anyway."

Tyler went past Matt and went outside. He took the phone out of his pocket and swiped the screen to unlock it – thankfully there was no password.

He found Elena's number in the contacts list and sent her a message.

Need to talk. Where are you? – Care

Headed to the lake house with Stefan. You okay? – Elena

All good, never mind. Have fun. – Care

Dunham Lake, Tyler thought. Elena and her family had vacationed there every summer for as long as he could remember. The house was about two hours away, driving distance. It wouldn't take too long to go and at least talk to Elena.


"You a'right?" Stefan asked as he pulled up and parked in front of the lake house. It was more like an oversized log cabin, but it was still nice. There was a garage that was more like a small work space on one side of the house, and on the other side was a small lean-to that had firewood under it. There would probably be no need for it unless Elena just wanted it for a warm atmosphere.

The lake was beautiful with the sun sparkling on the surface. He couldn't wait to go get comfortable on the pier with Elena. The breeze from the water would feel amazing.

"I'm good," Elena answered. "I just haven't been back here since before . . ."

Since before her parents' death, Stefan realized.

"Oh . . . Elena, listen. Just say the word, okay? We'll get back on that highway and we'll go anywhere else."

Elena smiled and shook her head. "I've always loved it here. I want it to stay that way. I was just having a moment."

"Okay."

Stefan played with her hair for a moment and then they both got out of the car. Elena led him to the front door, picking up a key from a fake rock on the way.

Stefan let her unlock the door and, since he couldn't get in, she went in first. He let her take a moment to get used to being there without her parents and knew she was finished when she turned back around.

"You don't have to wait out there. I'm all good."

"Oh, that's great because I'm, uh –" Stefan gestured to the doorway. "I'm stuck."

"You can't get in," she said.

Stefan didn't like her tone. It wasn't promising for a romantic weekend.

"It's not gonna be a very romantic weekend unless you, uh, invite me inside."

"Stefan, I can't." She looked at him regretfully. "My parents left this place to Jenna, not to me. She's the only one who can invite you in. I'm sorry, I completely forgot."

Stefan was standing there, Elena just out of reach.

"You're kidding me, right?"

Elena pursed her lips and then smiled. "Stefan Salvatore, I hereby invite you into this home."

Relief spread through him. Relief and the desire to get revenge for her teasing.

"You are such a liar," he said, playfully grabbing her and picking her up.

She giggled and he began kissing her. He loved giggly-Elena. He didn't see much of her and he wasn't going to take her playfulness for granted.

Elena wrapped her legs around his waist and Stefan placed her on the nearest flat surface, which just happened to be the kitchen table.


There's a few things I like about this chapter. I like that Caroline didn't straight out lie to Matt. It made me so angry when they had her lying to him when she could've just told him she wasn't feeling well, like I changed it to. I brought Diana back because I had to have someone give them the dagger, and in my story John is dead. I don't know if I want to end up killing her off or not, so that's up for debate. Plus, I'm happy I'm getting back into the restoration of the original Salvatore house.