A/N: Hey guys! This is a brand new fanfiction developed by not only myself – but my good friend, Laura, too! (Her own personal account is right here! 'Mute Hope' – feel free to check her out!) Like my other joint fan fictions, Damon is written by another, (aka Laura) only this time, my character is Rebekah. :3 We hope you'll open your hearts to 'Dabekah' just as we have and that those of you who'll care enough to read will review, also. Pen ultimately, there will almost definitely be a sequel to this, that is if you guys don't hate it – which hopefully you won't. :P Lastly, read, review and enjoy!

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Chapter 1: The First Sighting.

Chicago, 1919.

It was the year 1919 and though Rebekah had loved the beginning of this century, she was more than ready to relish within the up-coming decade. Though she had particularly favoured the past century - this appeared to be an even better one than that. To Rebekah, time itself, let alone centuries didn't appear to hold much meaning anymore. The blonde bombshell had been walking the earth since the Middle Ages along with the rest of the Original family. Despite that the family used to be close, her loyalty now only remained with one male in particular. NiKlaus. Though Rebekah knew it was a smart idea to remain with Nik, the danger of which was posed if she dared to even think of opposing him wasn't the only, nor the most important reason why she had ultimately sided with him.

She loved her elder brother, despite the sinister exterior and monstrous actions he'd committed over the years. Alone, they were each a force to be reckoned with; however, together they were an almost impossible force to be defeated. Tonight, however, Nik had insisted he wasn't in need of his younger sister's help and she was able to spend a night to herself. After so many centuries opportunities such as this one were not taken lightly. At all. Rebekah had spent the night dancing, eye-seducing every applicable (which was every male who took her fancy) in the bar and was now perched upon a bar stool, awaiting to capture the bar tender's attention. Oh, how she loved her recreational time.

1919. Good number, right? I mean.. This isn't like 1864. There's no Stefan stopping you from getting the girl this time. Hell, you have 145 years to wait. Surely one little girlfriend wont dampen Katherine's love for you. She was after all screwing your brother at the same time. Oh, but just look at her. Those large blue eyes. Almost a replica of my own. Only, more defined. Like large pools. Oceanic pools of wisdom. If those eyes were to just look at me.. I would swim in the memory of them forever..

Oh, god sake Damon, pull yourself together!

Sitting in the corner of the bar, hidden from the dancing human's- that all seemed to be prone to the female sitting there. The main attraction. The centre of attention. And why shouldn't she? Just look at her. Beautiful did not come to describe how perfect she was. How elegant. There was no way a human of any fort of class could mend to be that. She had to be some sort of supernatural being. A vampire, like he, perhaps. And if she was, wouldn't that be perfect? He wouldn't have to worry about losing her any time soon. Especially with the gangsters running around at the time. Al Capone being the hot shot. But what would a vampire- if she were one- like her see in a childlike you? Because that is what you are. A child, Damon. You weren't even turned that long ago. You're the good guy. Unlike some..

"Mr Salvatore?"

"Hm?" Damon pulled his thoughts together, from starring at the unnamed beauty. Resting his own gaze onto a large green pair. At first, it caused a flash of Stefan's face wander through his head. Oh, how long ago was it since he had seen his brother. Yes, Damon had promised a lifetime of mystery and pain for his younger brother, but that doesn't mean you stop caring. Or, you stop looking out for him. In Damon's eyes, if anyone was to kill him- it would be him. Stefan was Damon's to hurt. No one else's.

"Would you like a refill?" The boy asked.

He knew this boy. Obviously; since the boy knew his name. Henry. Or something along those lines. Yes. He kept Damon company every now and then when Damon came in. Kept his mind sane. And reminded him what it was like to be human. Kept his humanity intact.

"Your working tonight?" Damon ignored his question, inviting him to sit like a friend. He didn't sit, however.

"Yeah. Darn ma' has got it in the brain that I'm spendin' all my earnings down at the chop shop, ya' know?" The thick Chicago accent pooling from the human's voice causing Damon's lips to twitch into a half smile. Only at the corners. "Well, tell 'ya what. If you can tell me who that girl is-" He spoke, nodding towards the beauty with long blond hair, "- I'll give you a tip that'll blow ma' away."

The human looked over his shoulder; his eyes scanning the girl before nodding. "Miss. Rebekah, I'm sure one of the guys said."

"Last name?"

"Didn't give one, Sir."

Damon nodded, giving approval; and shifting. Allowing his hand to push into his black jackets pocket and pull out a $100 bill.

"Buy her a drink.. Tell her I sent it. And you can keep the rest." And with a pat of slapping the bill into the boys hand; he watched him scurry away. Inside Damon's head, he was yelling. But only one voice echoed through the banter. His own voice saying;

'Let the games begin..'

She had, quite literally been dancing all night - and though she could in theory dance forever more due to the fact she was an immortal, she had to keep a rather low profile. That was something he had always taught her, Nik, that is. In fact, she was still surprised he'd actually allowed her to relish within a night such as tonight - normally she was on his radar twenty-four-seven. She wasn't quite sure why this was, but she assumed it was somehow related to her brother's hidden fear of being alone. Though Rebekah had proved her loyalty to Nik many-a-time, it still didn't seem to be enough. He still thought she'd betray, or leave him in some way; who knew; perhaps Nik was right to think that? After all, Rebekah did what she wanted, but she wasn't sadistic; she would at least give him a warning or a departing note of some sort. And despite the fact the isolation he put both himself and Rebekah in wasn't something of which she particularly favoured, Nik was still her brother and she wouldn't be here without him - the man had saved her life more times than she'd care to mention...

A voice broke her train of thought then and Rebekah immediately averted her attention toward its source. This knowledge caused a small frown to carve into her previously content features; before her eyes there was a man, barely able to stand, who stunk of alcohol and clearly hadn't shaven in a fair few days - this was one thing about both the human race and bars such as this of which displeased her. She'd always been brought up to respect both herself and those around her, (as long as they didn't screw you over, first) and to find someone of who neglected those 'rules' disgusted her.

"A'ight pretty lady, what are you doing drinking all alone?" the stumbling oaf grumbled, attempting to sit beside her, but found himself unable to locate the stool's surface.

A light laugh rippled from her perfectly plumped lips as she responded to him.

"Avoiding disgusting beasts like you, I think," Rebekah returned in an acidic slice before narrowing her blue orbs - she hadn't the time, nor the patience for men such as him, so she made quick work of this one; leaning toward him, she compelled the man not only to leave her alone, but leave this bar and never return.

She didn't watch him stagger away, but she heard it. Finally raising her eyes to the bartender, she found herself momentarily dumb-struck as a drink was placed before her. Cocking her brows skyward she raised it from the table.

"Uhm, Henry - i don't believe I ordered anything..?" she said, bemused.

He grinned his full toothy grin at her then, causing Rebekah to smile, also.

"Nahh Miss Rebekah, you didn'; sir at the corner o' the bar insisted I give it to ya'," Henry explained before leaving her be.

Damon watched, with worrying eyes. What if she turned it down? Or worse. What if she laughed? All these thoughts were new to the immortal. Considering he had been used to girls flocking him; even as a human. He drew them in like moths to a flame. But what if this one was different? Wanting something so badly, and not being able to get it? What impact would that have on the elder Salvatore's ego?

Damon was in half mind to stop Henry, and to forget the whole thing. But before he could speak up; Henry was already there. Talking to the maiden before Damon had a chance to change his mind. Stupid human, he muttered within his head looking down to his hands, twisting at the glass parched on the wooden table. Sneak peak, and if she isn't looking- get up and leave. Quickly.

Momentarily taken by this strange act of kindness, she averted her eyes toward the male he spoke of and felt her eyes widen a little at his handsomeness.

Blue.

Deep, soring, icy blue. How something so icy could be completely warming, Damon would never understand. But then again, Katherine had an ice cold heart- and she had loved him. He hated to admit such a thing, but the piercing blue eyes on this devine, delicate, peaceful looking female toppled Katherine's dark, seductive, dangerous nature in the one. And those lips.. So pull. Twitched. Etched slightly. He could see a small curve within the left ride of her satin crimson red lips. They looked soft. Soft like the inside of a rose. If I could just touch them..

Damon knew, without a doubt, if he were a human a rush of a pink rose colour would be filling his cheeks. Just by the eye connection, he would be blushing ten shades already. He gave a polite smile, before turning his eyes away. Getting all hot and bothered just by looking at her wasn't such a good idea.. Especially not when this place was crowded.

Waving her hand, she brought Henry's attention back to her.

"Thank him, won't you? Oh, and Henry... Ask the gentlemen if he wouldn't mind sitting beside me, would you?"

"Mr Salvatore, sir?" How many times had Damon asked him to just call him Damon? They were at least on their 20th time. But then again, Henry only looked around 17-18. Whereas Damon held the respectable look of an adult. He was just respecting his elders. Had no idea how much older Damon was that is..

"Yes, Henry, what now?" He spoke in a polite voice. Offering a toothy grin. He boy flushed, as if slightly excited to be sending the message. Thinking he'd be getting a tip again. Probably would. Damon took pity on Henry. Being the eldest of eight, and a father who was barely around; due with the mobs that were driving the town down. And a mother, who couldn't cope with being alone. Pitty indeed.

"Miss Rebekah' thanks 'ya for the drink. An' wonders if 'ya would be so kind n' going over and having a chat."

she watched Henry hurry away after that and leant slightly forward, as if to ease herself into the situation; having men buy her drinks and ultimately become stricken by her very presence wasn't something new to Rebekah - but somehow it felt different with this man. He was different. He wasn't too extravagant with what he wanted, but he wasn't too timid, either - he had just the right amount of both qualities. Or at least, that's how Rebekah perceived him at first glance - but then again, Rebekah's instincts were uncanny, they always had been; she'd never been wrong about a man's true nature yet. Well, apart from Nik - but he was the most unpredictable person she knew and perhaps ever would know. A long, tired sigh escaped Rebekah's lips at that thought - it appeared every few minutes thoughts of her brother couldn't help but filter themselves through her mind; but that was for two reasons that were actually rather valid.

The first being she simply wasn't used to not having Nik either beside her or somewhere in the bar keeping watch over her - he had eyes of a hawk, that man and was just as protective as one, too. She knew if Nik caught her talking to a member of the opposite sex more intimate than a simple greeting than the said male would end up wishing he'd never met Rebekah. Though she should in reality, be grateful for such a brother, it did grow tiresome. But then again, wouldn't anything if it was constant for over one thousand years?

Damon, was start stricken. She had invited him to join her? She was the eye candy of the whole bar. Why would she be.. Oh, the looks. Damon understood instantly. His charming, flawless features had struck again. And again; Damon thanked the heavens for being beautiful.

"Of course, of course." He sounded a little too eager, while getting up and pulling at his jacket. And adjusting his black locks. There.. Suitable for the lady in red.

Without any other hesitations, Damon followed after the human, eagerly wanting to serve the two dead-beat beauties finally going to be talking.

Angling her arm upon the bar's surface, she fixed her chin within her smooth palm and without thinking, risked a glance toward the male with the piercing blue eyes. She had to admit, just looking at him gave her a strange giddy feeling she'd never, ever felt before. Whoever said vampires couldn't feel were a liar. That much she knew. Snapping her eyes away immediately as he began walking toward her, Rebekah momentarily chided herself - she was acting like a young girl with a high-school crush! And she was anything but a young girl. To help compose herself, she took a sip of the donated drink and allowed the taste to well in her mouth, as she provided herself with a little extra thinking time.

One step. closer.

Two step. Even closer.

Three step. feeling slightly sick.

Four step. Awh, crap. What if my hair's messed up now!

Five step. No turning back..

Six step. Stop.

And there she was. In touching distance. Her sent, so strong fillingh is very nostrils, and sending his mind into a craze. So heavenly good..

Clearing his throat, he bowed his head ever so gently.

"May I, ma'am?" He gestured his hand towards the empty stool beside her.

At the male's request, each end of her lips twitched skyward as she swallowed and furthermore turned to face him. Her eyes were bright and animated, but subdued enough to remain mysterious as to her motives. She made an elegant hand gesture.

"Oh please, of course you may; i feel privileged to earn the attention of such a handsome gentleman," Rebekah murmured, holding his smouldering gaze for a moment or two before adding "And thank you for the wine; white's my favourite."

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