This is just a filler chapter, pretty much. I didn't know where exactly to put the rest of Rebecca's memories from 1864, so I just made a post and put them together. There's only 2, really, but it also has Damon's reaction to them.

Enjoy! I liked writing these.

Rebecca's Memories

(1)

Mystic Falls, 1864

Rebecca was once again walking around at night, alone. One would think after being hunted by what she was sure had been a wolf she would've learned to be careful. She hadn't

Besides, she hadn't wanted to ride back to the Veritas estate with Giuseppe. They had recently been in a council meeting at the Gilbert house. She hadn't spoken to the eldest Salvatore the whole way there because they had gotten into it earlier because she had defended Damon. He'd had the audacity to hit her for stating what she believed.

She was suddenly lifted and thrown against a tree. She hadn't been paying attention or she would've felt that there was a vampire around.

She fell to the ground and landed on her knees. Looking up, she noticed a guy with black hair and a beard had been the one to attack her; there were others with him.

"You know, it's not safe here at night," he said, his tone mocking. "Especially for a Slayer like yourself."

Rebecca stood up and grabbed the first branch thick enough to use as a stake.

"Did you know it's rude to sneak up on people?"

Before she could do anything, her attacker had moved so fast that he was a blur and grabbed her by the throat and shoved her back against the tree. He was choking her and she panicked. She grabbed at his hand and tried to pry him off of her.

It didn't work.

"Frederick, leave the girl alone," a commanding voice said from the shadows of the trees. "Let me handle it."

Frederick didn't listen. Red veins appeared below his eyes and Rebecca began to struggle harder. He was not allowed to kill her; she wasn't ready to die. She'd never really even lived.

Just as Frederick ripped into her neck, he was torn from her. She slipped back onto the ground and grabbed at her wound. She was bleeding heavily from her neck and she didn't know how to stop it.

"Leave now," a male voice ordered from above her. "Do not come back if you value your life."

Elijah. She recognized the voice. Relief flowed through her because he'd promised her no harm would come to her. He really had been watching out for her.

Said vampire kneeled beside her and gently removed her hand from over her neck. He assessed the damage and said, "You need to be healed. Will you allow me to heal you?"

Rebecca shook her head, but she wasn't refusing his request. She just didn't know what he meant.

"My blood will heal you if you drink it." Elijah grasped her chin and made her look at him. "You will die without it."

Elijah brought his wrist to his own mouth and bit down. When he offered it to her, Rebecca hesitated for only a few seconds. She knew she didn't want to die, so she really had no choice.

Present Day

Rebecca woke up and instantly felt she was being watched. She was in bed lying with her head on Damon's chest. Waking up, she saw that Damon's eyes were on her.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hey," he answered. "You okay?"

She nodded against him. "Remembering more still. Elijah . . . he really was looking out for me back then."

"Because he wanted your help," Damon said.

"Maybe," she said, not wanting to argue. She, however, thought that Elijah had started to care about her. If he had wanted Katherine bad enough, he could've gotten her a different way.

"Did Elijah stay in Mystic Falls the whole time, do you think?"

"You mean until Katherine was supposed to have died?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know. I've only remembered up to the Founder's Ball. He had saved me twice by then. Once from a werewolf, and once from bleeding to death."

She felt Damon stiffen under her. She knew it had to do with both the fact that she'd admitted she'd almost died and that in order for Elijah to have saved her from that, he would've had to have fed her his blood. Damon didn't like either.

"He must've compelled me there because that's not how I remember it happening. I remember being able to scare Frederick off; I was stronger than him."

"But?"

"But what really happened was . . ." So she went on and told him what had happened and why she'd had to drink Elijah's blood to heal herself.

Everything else was the same. She'd still talked to Anna and Pearl. She'd still warned them about the council and that they'd needed to leave as soon as possible.

Why had he compelled her to believe that she'd been stronger than she actually had been? Did he not want her to remember him so badly that he had compelled her to forget everything?

Obviously he had, but she wanted to know why.

(2)

Mystic Falls, 1864

Rebecca was at the edge of the forest outside of Veritas where Damon had placed her. She was behind some trees. Damon had told her to stay there and that he'd be back soon. She didn't want to risk losing track of him, so she wasn't going to move.

The council members – the male members – were running around with guns. Regular bullets wouldn't do enough damage to the vampires. Maybe there was vervain in them. Jonathan Gilbert had his compass and was in the middle of capturing Pearl. Where was Anna? Had she already been put in the wagon where the other vampires had been rounded up?

She realized she was gripping one of the branches of the trees when it broke off and she almost stumbled to the ground, but someone grabbed her arm steadying her.

She knew without looking that it was Elijah. She'd gotten used to the feeling he gave her.

"You still haven't learned to stay indoors at night, Miss Stone?" Elijah's voice held a hint of amusement.

"Elijah," she muttered. "There's too much going on for me to stay inside. Damon needed help."

"Katherine was captured," Elijah deduced. "Was she killed?"

"No, I don't think so. I think she is in the police wagon." Rebecca looked around. "I'm helping Damon get her out. If you can compel him right after that, you can have her."

Elijah nodded. "I will continue to watch through the trees. When the time is right, I will come to you."

With that Elijah disappeared, which was good because Damon and Stefan were on their way to her hiding place.

"Stefan?" She didn't know why he was with Damon. He'd been the one to get Katherine captured. "Are you helping?"

He nodded. "I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

She nodded back in response. She was sure that was true; Stefan wouldn't have willingly hurt his brother, she didn't believe.

"Damon!"

He was on the ground with blood oozing from his chest. He'd been shot after he and Stefan had gotten Katherine out of the wagon she'd been placed in.

Stefan was shot shortly after that, but she didn't pay attention to him. She'd fallen beside Damon and had drawn him to her. There were more shots ringing out, but they weren't hitting her so she didn't care.

Damon's eyes had lost their life now and she felt part of her break away. She'd never believed in soulmates until that moment. She'd found her soulmate and now she was losing him and the part of her that belonged to him.

Someone grabbed her from behind and yanked her up. Again she knew it was Elijah without having to actually see him. She struggled, not wanting to leave Damon's body unattended.

"Let me go!" she yelled. "Let me go!"

"You will die here!" his voice sounded in her ears. "We will hide and come back."

He dragged her into the woods and when they were far enough in he released her. She fell to the ground and the folds of her dress protected her knees from the leaves, bristles, and branches.

She forced herself to stand up and as soon as she was steady she shoved Elijah with all her strength, which didn't do much of anything.

"I told you to let me go!"

"You would've died," Elijah said calmly, which angered her further and she shoved him again.

"I don't care!"

"Well, I do." He gripped her forearms and she wasn't able to move any longer. "Stop fighting me. It will do you no good. Cry if you must, but stop hitting me."

I must cry, she thought and a dam broke inside her.

"Damon's dead," she whispered. "He's dead, Elijah. I did what you asked. Katherine is there for you, but Damon is dead."

She covered her mouth with her hand, ignoring the blood there, and tried to cover the whimpers that were coming from her mouth. Her chest was tight – so tight that it hurt – and her throat began to burn with unshed tears. She could barely breathe; it was as if whatever part had left her was the part she needed to live.

How would she be able to survive if she couldn't breathe? She looked at Elijah, who seemed to be feeling sympathy for her pain but knew he was helpless to do anything to help her.

Elijah stayed with her until Emily Bennett called out for her. Before he took off he said, "I'll be close by. Just call out, okay?"

She didn't respond, she stayed where she was until Emily found her and basically forced her to her feet. She was told Damon would wake up so she went back to where she'd left Damon and Stefan.

Present Day

For the second night in a row Damon had woken up to Rebecca whimpering in her sleep and he knew it had to do with her new memories. This time she had screamed out his name and had scared the crap out of him in the process. It had sounded as if she'd been in pain.

She'd begun to thrash around and he'd had to hold her down. When he'd begun shouting her name, she hadn't responded. Apparently she was too much into her memories.

Impulsively, he decided he wanted to know what was going on in his lover's mind. It took a lot to make Rebecca scream out in pain, so he couldn't even imagine what she was going through.

He was hoping this would work because he'd only done this to Rebecca once, when she'd been human; he was going to try to get in her head. Her being a super-strong vampire now, she would probably fight him.

There should've been at least a little resistance, but there was none. Rebecca's guard was completely down, and now he knew why. Rebecca was reliving one of her worst memories: The night he had been killed right in front of her.

She was at the quarry and she was washing his shirt off. She was also crying. She had blood on her dress, but she didn't seem to mind it. She wasn't even really paying attention to anything. She was just crying and washing, her hands working almost mechanically on the white shirt in her hands.

Why was Rebecca dreaming about this? This had to be important; something must've happened here. This had to be another memory she was gaining.

He watched silently as Rebecca laid the now almost clean shirt over a rock for it to dry. She moved closer to the Damon on the ground and placed his head on her lap. She began caressing his face and the real Damon sucked in a breath. That was when he knew she had loved him even then. She may not have known it, but it was obvious to him.

"Rebecca . . ." There was Elijah, and here is where things would get interesting. "I assume he is coming back?"

Rebecca didn't respond vocally, but she did nod. Damon noticed she had clutched the Damon on the ground tighter to her. Did she think Elijah was a threat to him?

"You need to change," he said. "The blood will drive him crazy when he awakes. He might not be able to –"

"Control himself," Rebecca muttered. "Got it."

She immediately began to strip the dress off. She wasn't wearing a corset – she never had unless it had been completely necessary. She was left with a thin white slip on; she instantly began shivering.

"I'd offer you my jacket, but I can't have you wondering where it came from."

"What?"

Elijah knelt beside her and gently grabbed her chin. "I have something for you."

"Elijah?" Rebecca whispered. "Why did you save me? Katherine was right there, so why save me?"

"Because you didn't deserve to die," Elijah said simply. "I came here wanting to kill someone who betrayed me. I ended up saving someone who helped me. Katherine has either been locked in a tomb or killed in a fire. Either way, she won't be causing any more problems."

Rebecca sniffled. "You have something for me, you said."

"I do."

Out of his pocket, Elijah produced Rebecca's cross necklace. She gasped and felt her throat. She was probably making sure it was hers. Damon figured it must've been because hers was not around her neck.

"Where'd you find it?" she asked and Damon could hear the relief.

"I could lie and tell you that you dropped it today, but you didn't. The truth is I've had it from the time I healed you. I took it from you as you were drinking."

"No. I've – I've had it on. I don't take it off."

"I compelled you not to notice."

"Why?" Her relief had turned into tension. "What did you make me do?"

"Nothing. I made you do nothing."

"Then why did you take my necklace?"

"As a precaution. I never thought you would help me after you realized what I wanted you to do." He gripped her chin again. "Thank you for showing me humanity is worth something after all."

Rebecca couldn't look away and Damon knew she was being compelled now.

"You've never met me, Rebecca. The night we met, I never came up to you. You didn't need saving because you went home as soon as you heard the howling start. The night Frederick bit you never happened. He choked you, but you were stronger than him and were able to fight him off. You talked with the others and then walked away. Tonight you left the brothers by the wagon and went back for them when it was safe. You didn't want to die."

"I didn't want to die," she repeated.

"For your safety . . . you won't remember me unless we meet again. It was a pleasure knowing you," Elijah said and kissed her cheek. "Stay sweet, Rebecca."

Damon watched as Elijah placed the necklace around Rebecca's neck and then sped away. He knew then that Elijah had cared for Rebecca, may have even loved her in a way. Rebecca had cared for Elijah too if her sense of betrayal had been anything to go by.

Gently, Damon pulled himself from her mind. This time when he tried to wake her up, he had no problem.

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