Chapter 9

Four Vampires and A Dinner Party (part 2 of 3)

Okay Seriously, What's Going On?

As the little blonde haired vampire led the taller blonde Original away from the source of her desire, alright maybe desire is too weak a word to describe what she was feeling, so let's call it what it was lust. Yep what she witnessed between Rebekah and her maker, for lack of a better word, was lust. Being who she was and feeling it her duty to find out why her new found friend had done a complete turnaround in less than a day, she figured she had a right to know and besides did she not just that morning bring her comfort food in the form of ice cream? I mean this was Caroline after all. Loveable little blonde haired, blue eyed, baby vamp and she was going to get to the bottom of this.

Dinner was as expected delicious, desert was scrumptious, but really all the eye fucking these two were doing. Well she hadn't had any in a really long time. So it wasn't fair in her mind. No not fair at all. If she wasn't getting any she could at the very least live vicariously through… well you get the picture. She was horny.

As she dragged Rebekah down the hall away from the object of her lust, she all but tossed the girl into the bathroom. "Rebekah, what the hell? You were eye fucking Damon all through dinner. What's going on?

"I don't know. Caroline, it's like I can't focus on anything but him. I want to crawl into his skin. I want to constantly touch him, kiss him and just fuck him. I just…Arghhh…I just want him."

Caroline takes it all in and still is not sure what is going on but being who she is she focuses on only one sound that came out of Rebekah's mouth, "Arghhh? Really? You just said arghhh."

Rebekah smiled nervously at her friend and took a deep breath. She was fighting the desire to bolt and high tail it back into the living room so she could be with Damon. If she was human she would be burning up with a fever, but she was one of the Original 6 Vampires created by the Original Witch. Their purpose was to balance out nature and fight off the Original Werewolves. There was practically nothing remotely human about her body any longer. She was a near invulnerable killing machine, that had long ago decided she would only kill when necessary and of course killing werewolves where ever they were found. She was good at it. She was precise, deadly, a perfect killing machine that had perhaps three weaknesses. One being the dagger tipped with white oak ash; while it wasn't deadly it caused her to go into a coma that mimicked death if placed through the heart. The other of course a stake made of white oak, if staked in the heart she would die again and this time it would be fatal. There was no coming back from that. But witches are crafty creatures by nature and as is true of any spells cast they are stronger when they have the power of three behind them. They cannot be undone once cast. This did not mean there weren't loop holes to be found in spells, it just meant the original spell could not be undone. Her third weakness was one of emotion. The same weakness any normal human had. It has been argued that, that one single emotion is the strongest one of all. It is a weakness and also perhaps the greatest strength a person could possess. It was and is the weakness of the heart, love. While humans might find it many times in their lifetime, an Original only found love once and once found they mated for life.

All of that ran through Rebekah's mind as Caroline watched her face closely trying to figure out what her girlfriend was thinking. Her brother once told her she should take up poker, because her face was so neutral when she didn't want you to know what she was thinking. She would have cleaned up at cards without the use of compulsion.

After about a minute, which to Caroline seemed to stretch on to eternity, the blonde Original took Caroline's hands in hers and looked her directly in the eyes.

"Care, I need to know I can trust you. We hardly know each other, but I need to be able to trust you. I want to trust you."

If she was going to say anything else, Caroline never gave her the chance as she took both of Rebekah's hands in her own and squeezed reassuringly as she said, "On my life, Bekah, I would never do anything to hurt you. I promise, I just want to understand what is happening between you and Damon."

Standing up she made the decision the second time this day to trust the baby vamp. "I need you to come with me and then I will try to explain. Will you come?"

Nodding excitedly she replies, "Yes, of course. Where are we going?"

She smiles at her and just say's, "You'll see. Come!"

Holding on to Caroline's hand she speeds out of the house both of them moving at speeds to fast to register on a human's eye.

As they raced into the woods and beyond the boundaries of The Boarding House, Caroline asked, "Shouldn't we have told them we were going out?"

The tall blonde laughs as she answers, "You don't know Nik all that well do you?"

"Not really, I know he can be a bastard."

Again she laughs, "Well aside from that, he is very protective of me and anyone else he might like. But, aside from that he has probably been listening in on our entire conversation while trying to get Dom, errr, Damon to open up to him. So I am pretty sure he already knows and will relay the information to Damon so he doesn't wonder what happened to us."

Rebekah stops and as Caroline stops behind her she turns and looks at her before speaking, "He said he will let the dumb ass know and we are to take our time."

She laughs at the term, dumb ass. "Did he really say that about Dom," she uses the nick name trying to get her friend to admit that Dom is what she calls Damon when no one is around.

"Caroline Forbes you're not as clever as you think. I told you I trusted you and I do. I have a lot to tell you baby vamp. I need to say it so I don't go crazy and I need you to understand some truths about me and even Nik. So let's go, it is just another three miles up that worn path to your left."

She nods and follows Rebekah as she takes off along the path once more. She smiles as she races behind her. She loves puzzles but more than that she loves it when her friends are happy.

Rebekah slows to a stop and stands before a crumpled structure that in its day was a mansion that would have rivaled the finest homes. She takes Caroline once more by the hand and leads her through what could have been a grand ballroom.

"Where are we going," she asks whispering.

"Why are you whispering?"

"I don't want your brother to hear us."

Laughing she replies, "He can't hear us; we're too far away for even his ears to hear."

"Oh," she says in a normal voice. "So where are we?"

"This is the site of the Original Salvatore Mansion. It was beautiful back in its day. I am told they held many parties when Damon's mother was alive. Come I have much to share with you."

The remnants of a broken winding staircase is seen ahead of them, Rebekah looks at Caroline and winks playfully and then jumps up landing on what is left of the open hallway at the top of what was once the stairs.

She hears Caroline giggle behind her as she lands lightly on the balls of her feet and follows behind her. They come to a room that is missing the wall that would be facing the once thriving garden and sits down on the floor facing the missing wall. For a moment she can picture it in her mind. The first time she saw the house over a hundred and ten years ago. She wears a sad expression on her face for a moment as she feels lonely being here without him.

Caroline notices the forlorn look on her face as she speaks, "Bekah, you okay?"

She wipes a single tear from her right eye, makes herself comfortable and prepares to share with Caroline something she has never told anyone, other than her Dom before today.

"I will be Care. I just need to tell you something's, if you and I are to be true friends and I honesty want that. I told you earlier I didn't have friends and I didn't know how to be friends. I also told you I would try so this is me, trying."

She smiles once more at Caroline and takes an un needed breathe to steady herself then she begins.

"How much do you really know of my brother's, father and mother?"

"Just that you all are Original Vampires, well not your mom, she was the Original witch. She had an affair with a werewolf and as a result your brother Klaus was born. That's right isn't it?

"That is the very short story; I am going to give you the slightly longer version, if that's okay?"

Smiling at her and nodding her head up and down she says, "Yes, please."

"Okay a history lesson on Originals or as we were known then the Mikaelson's. A little over a thousand years ago, where we grew up in a little town that would one day become, Mystic Falls. We had a problem."

"Wait," Caroline says excitedly, "you grew up in Mystic Falls? That is so cool."

"Caroline Forbes, if you are going to interrupt me, I will never get to tell you the story." She say's sternly, a small smile tugs at her lips.

Caroline mime's a key being placed in her mouth and then turns it indicating her lips are locked and she will listen. Even though she is racked with questions, she nods once for the other to continue.

Before she begins anew she winks at her to let her know she's not mad at her. "We were actually born in a little township somewhere in Europe that was destroyed by a plague back in the ninth century. My father was a wealthy landowner, Mikael, to escape the plague he took our family and we moved to the New World. We settled not far from here, what you know of as the Lockwood Estate, was actually our land at that time."

Caroline's eyes go as big as saucers as she say's without thinking, "Oh my god," seeing the amused glint to Rebekah's eyes she quickly covers her mouth then mimes the key again in her mouth and giggles.

Rebekah can't help but laugh as she continues to tell Caroline the true story of why her mother turned them into vampires. The town was experiencing a series of killings that occurred only on the nights of the full moon. Vicious attacks, her neighbors were found with their throats ripped out, their corpses ripped to shreds as if attacked by mindless vicious beasts.

Esther suspected it was werewolf attacks so her and her husband, Klaus's stepfather, devised a plan to protect the family and what was theirs. She would use her magic to create vampires on the next night of the full moon when the moon was at its apex in the night sky. She would create the Original Vampires to combat the evil. She gathered her tools to complete the spell, in order for the transformation to take effect they would have to die in a ritual sacrifice to balance nature.

They would have to die by a wooden stake to the heart. The stake was fashioned from the wood of a tree that was rare even back then in the ninth century. She used the wood of the White Oak Tree. The spell would be bound by blood.

Back then little was known about werewolves but what was known was this, they were fast extremely fast when in wolf form, unnaturally strong, heightened senses, and mindless killing machines. They were hard to kill so her family would have to be made harder to kill, they would need to be faster, senses heightened beyond that of the beasts that roamed on the full moon and they would need to be stronger.

Thus the night of the full moon came and went. The spell performed flawlessly. The family was killed and reborn three nights later. The goal was achieved but, and let's be honest when magic is involved there is always a but, the newly made vampires awoke with a hunger that human food could no longer assuage. They were ravenous, they were the first of their kind there was no instruction manual to help them through the transformation so instinct took over and they killed and drank the blood of innocents to appease the hunger. They soon discovered it was their new food source of necessity. It made them stronger, faster, heightened the senses and they were near invulnerable. There was a downside to this much power, they found they could not go out into the light of the sun without their skin starting to burn and if out long enough they would catch fire and burn to death. Again Esther had a plan for that; she spelled a ring for each of her children and her husband. The stone was rare; she had brought it with her from their home land. It was a Lazis Lazuli stone she fashioned five such rings to protect her children and mate from the sun.

With the transformation came even more side effects, emotional ones, through time it was found that what a person was like in life was heighted tenfold. Niklaus was hot headed and quick to anger. He was known to hold a grudge and he had a vicious cruel streak. In his rebirth it increased tremendously. Having nothing to keep him in check, he could do what he wanted without consequences. With the killing of his first human it got worse. He was coming into his true nature. He was out of control. He was transforming into something else, something not quite an Original.

He was becoming a werewolf as was the true nature of his father, his true father, an unknown man that his mother had an affair with in the land of their birth. When his step father, Mikael, found out he went ballistic and killed everything in sight, almost bringing down the town. The upside he almost single handedly took out the werewolf population.

Esther created a moon stone the night before her death. It was used in another spell, one hidden from the family, to bind Nicklaus's werewolf side so it would never surface. The spell worked, perhaps too well because while he was now bound he was more temperamental, hot headed.

He confronted Esther the next night and accused her of never loving him, like she loved his siblings. Never protecting him from his stepfathers rage and beatings that often left him near death. He told her if not for his beloved sister, Rebekah, he would have no one.

Esther stood before him without confirming or denying the allegations, he snapped and without a thought he snapped her neck before she could react. She fell to his feet in a heap, and then he pounced draining her of every last drop of blood. Moving with a speed that exhilarated his vampiric nature he dumped her body deep in the woods and placed in her hand the necklace Mikael always wore around his neck.

Klaus ran to get his brothers and sister and showed them the body of his dead mother and accused Mikael of doing the deed. Seeing the necklace in her dead hand they believed him and went off to confront and kill the man that murdered, in their eyes, their beloved mother.

Mikael barely escaped with his life and vowed vengeance on his children, but most of all he swore he would see Niklaus dead. He swore he would hunt them down, one by one and destroy them. Then in a blinding display of speed he was gone from their sight. He would not return to them, unless it spelled their death.

With the werewolf threat almost nonexistent, they made plans to leave behind their home. Since, the transformation they found that without being welcome (invited) into a living human's home they could not enter. The plant that was native to the land around the town in which they lived a flowered plant called Vervain could harm them. Not kill but they could not touch it without the plant causing them pain and harm.

Known to only a few Rebekah, has a faint scar right below her left breast. This was how they found out the wood of a white oak tree could kill them. Before her mother died, Rebekah had an altercation with one of the members of the founding families and fearing for his life he stabbed her with a tree branch from the same tree, a half inch up and to the right she would have died a final time.

A hard lesson to learn, but learn they did. In retaliation Klaus burned down the only White Oak that grew. Unknown to him the Original Bennett witch, having witnessed everything and having helped Esther perfect the spell that changed her family, gathered up the ashes of the burned tree and hid them. To be used if ever needed. As always balance in nature must be maintained.

With the passing of Esther, the Bennett witch cast a spell upon her body, keeping it as fresh as the day it died. The body already being in a casket was healed and placed in a sort of stasis spell and there she would remain until the time came when she was needed again. Then with the help of her daughter, they sealed the casket with a spell. The only way it would ever be opened again is with the counter spell performed by two Bennett witches together, the spell would need to be performed by a mother and daughter. A single witch could not open the casket, but together… well together the spell could be undone and once opened Esther would live again.

The last part of course was unknown to the family until the return of Esther just short of a month ago.

As Rebekah told the story, Caroline sat in silence trying to take it all in. She still didn't understand about Damon, but she did get a better understanding of Klaus and her heart broke just a little bit. She began to understand why he did what he did, of course pieces of this complex puzzle eluded her still she began to forgive him, just a little, as she began to understand him. Then it dawned on her, as well as scared the hell out of her, she had somehow without her being aware of it developed feelings for Nik. She made a promise to herself she would not let that show until she knew him better.

To distract herself from what she was now feeling she asked the final question of her friend. That was another thing, she genuinely liked Rebekah. She was happy to have her as a friend and thankful for finally having someone she could actually talk to about everything she felt as a vampire.

"Rebekah, could you please tell me about Damon."

She looked at her and smiled as tears came to her eyes. This was perhaps her most painful memory, not because she regretting any part of it but because it was possible he would look at her differently when he himself knew the truth and remembered.

"Damon and I are complicated. Hell, we were always complicated. We met at a club owned by a witch friend of Nik's. Her name was Gloria, she was a singer, and she was black. The year was 1920 and we were hiding out from my father. He was hunting us. All we knew was he still had a white oak stake and he could kill us. He was the ultimate vampire killer, he no longer needed human blood to survive, instead he fed off vampires and once he drained them they simply died. As I said we were in hiding. The club Gloria owned was beautiful, it was a Jazz club. Attracting the elite of Chicago's high society, that is where I met Damon Salvatore."

Caroline almost swooned at the intro to her story, it was so romantic. Not wishing to break the spell Rebekah was in as she retold her story she chose to not interrupt as much as it was killing her to do so. She simply decided to listen and listen she did as she hung on every word.

Rebekah told how she had come into the club one night late, as she always did, after all she was an Original and she loved to make an entrance. She entered the club alone it almost 11:00 p.m.. She was a vision in a red dress. She was flawless. She did her usual meet and greet. Gloria was on stage singing, her brother was seated at their usual table and a man she had never seen before was in a heated discussion with her brother. She made her way over to the table thinking this man would be dead before the night was out.

"Fine," the man said to Klaus as he stood. "I won't kill in your precious club, but if you get in my way, I might just have to kill you."

Rebekah having heard the exchange came up to her brother as the unknown stranger stormed off grabbing some unsuspecting woman to dance with and made his way to the dance floor.

A somewhat perplexed Rebekah made her way over to her brother and sat down across from him, "What was that all about?"

"You heard?"

"He threatened you, I heard. Care to explain what I didn't hear, brother?"

"Just a young vampire, a Mr. Salvatore, who thought he could come in here and draw attention to himself and possible us. So I subtly explained why he couldn't. He wasn't impressed with what he heard."

She regarded her brother carefully as she suggested his response, "I assume you telling him you would reach down his throat and rip out his spine didn't go over well," she said amusement lacing her voice.

Smiling her brother replied, "Bekah you know me so well. On a lighter note, I heard from Gabe."

Leaning in to him she lowers her voice and asks, "What did your little drone have to say?"

"Mikael is close but not too close, he thinks we are in New Orleans. I would say that gives us about a month before he finds his way to The Windy City."

She smiles at his answer and slyly asks, "So this Mr. Salvatore would you like me to keep an eye on him and see what he has planned?"

"No, if he continues to make a spectacle of himself, I will happily deal with him."

Choosing to ignore his last statement she gets up, smoothes out her dress and touches her hair to make sure it is still in place, saying, "I will just go see what he is up to then, brother," she says and then turns to head for the dance floor, saying just loud enough for him to hear, "Oh, and brother dear, don't wait up."

Before he can respond she is lost from sight hidden in a crowd of people as she reaches the edge of the dance floor and seeks out young Mr. Salvatore. She sees him dancing with an attractive girl. She still has not seen his full face, just his back and a partial profile. It is enough to make her want to see more. She frowns at the clumsy girl he is dancing with, takes a deep breath and walks out onto the dance floor. Moving so she is just swaying to the rhythm of the music, she comes face to face with the man in question and freezes as their eyes make contact.

For what seems like an eternity time seems to literally stop, she swears she can hear the blood rushing through her head; her eyes drink in his beautiful face, before settling on the bluest set of eyes she has ever seen. Forgotten is the reason she came over here all she knows is if her heart still beat it would be pounding out of her chest at the emotional response and lust her body and soul are feeling.

His own eyes drink in all of her in that same moment and he could swear he has never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. She is like an angel out of a dream. Looking into her own hazel green eyes he is lost for the first time in his life, undead or otherwise he is helpless as his eyes seem to pierce into her soul.

Then time like a rubber band stretched to its limit snaps back and resumes its normal cadence. She looks at him and say's breathlessly, "What?"

Without asking permission he takes her right hand in his left and lifts it to his lips, kissing the knuckles, as he does this his index finger is tapping in time to a pulse beat against the 'radial' artery.

That is all it takes she is undone as lust and need flood her body. No one has ever touched her like this, no one would ever be permitted to touch her like this, it is too intimate and her eyes seek out his.

As he taps against her writs he finds himself lost to her, her smell she is like strawberries. Her eyes are looking into his soul as his look into hers. Finding his voice he rasps out again, "Care to dance Miss?"

In a voice much too breathy she replies, "Rebekah… I would love to." The whole time they can't stop looking at one another.

Bringing her hand back up to his lips, he once more places a gentle kiss on her knuckles and leads her out to the dance floor.

Bringing her close into his body they stay like that swaying to the music, her right hand in his left, her left hand laying flat against his chest, slightly clutching at this suit jacket, his own left hand on the small of her back holding her against him.

The moment stretches and everything else goes away until a rather irritated sickeningly sweet voice breaks the spell.

"Bekah, sweetie, time to go home!"

Without looking up or making a move away from the Vampire she is with she replies, "I told you not to wait up for me Nik. I'm staying right here."

He looks at his sister in the arms of this annoying immature vampire and says tightly, "Fine, but understand this mate," he says to Damon. "Do anything she doesn't want, harm her in any way and I will end your existence."

Not waiting for a reply that he knows he is not going to get he turns and storms off. He is beyond angry at his sister and her carelessness. He will deal with her and Salvatore in the morning.

"He sounded angry," Damon says in a rather uncaring tone that indicates he could care less about what he just heard.

"He'll get over it," she replies not caring in the least.

"That wasn't by any chance your husband was it?"

"Older Brother," she replies not wishing to discuss it further.

"Good to know."

She snuggles further into his embrace as she says in a teasing tone of voice, "Any wives I should know about or girlfriends?"

"Not a one Miss Rebekah, but the night is young."

"Do you have a first name, Mr. Salvatore?"

They stop moving and he lifts her face up to meet his with two fingers from his right hand, "Yes."

She is again transported to that place far from everywhere that is not him. She is losing herself once more in his eyes, "You have the prettiest eyes, I have ever seen."

"Mmmmmm," is the only sound that he utters as he is just as lost in hers. His face moves forward a fraction of an inch as hers move to mirror his own movements. She wants to touch this man that is waking something in her she never knew existed. So she reaches up, strokes his right cheek and whispers, "Please," as her lips ghost over his own in an almost kiss.

He is at the end of his rope, thinking is becoming an issue and if he doesn't get her out here, he is going to take her right here on the dance floor. He is at the end of his rope, but he was raised a southern gentleman and he takes her hand and rushes them off the dance floor out of the club.

Once outside he moves them into an alley, pressing her back to the wall and she gasps out in surprise and pleasure. She is soaked. He hasn't even really touched her yet and she is sure she has never been this turned on in her entire life.

He kisses down her cheek, sucking at the pulse point (or what would be the pulse point) in her neck as he moves downward and nips just shy of breaking the skin on her collar bone.

Her body is flooded with sensations at the nip. She is shaking as he finally pulls back and looks into her eyes once more. He is looking for anything that tells him he should stop. Not seeing it he takes her lips with his in the only true kiss that ever meant anything to either one of them.

He hasn't even really touched her yet and he already knows with this one kiss that he will never touch anyone like this again, unless it is her.

As the kiss breaks she is not only shaking with desire she is crying with the need of it. She doesn't know him but her soul knows him. It doesn't make sense but it doesn't have to, it just is. She is his.

He holds her and whispers, "You alright, did I…did I hurt you?"

"No, you didn't hurt me. I'm scared, I am so scared."

He leans in and kisses her gently and presses himself into her feeling every inch of her soft curves. Breaking the kiss he moves his head so his lips are at the left shell of her ear, "Don't be scared, Bekah. I won't hurt you."

Funny this is something he has told woman before, "I won't hurt you." He never once meant it. Tonight he means it.

Sounding small even to her own ears she shakily say's, "Promise me. I don't understand this thing between us, so promise me."

Pulling back he opens himself up to her and let's his armor fall down around his metaphoric feet. He takes his own chance with her, "I promise."

"Don't let me be alone tonight, Mr. Salvatore."

He smiles at her a genuine smile something he has not given to anyone in what seems to him to be a life time. "Damon, my name is Damon. You never have to be alone again."

As Rebekah finishes this part of her story she has tears running down her face. Caroline moves to hug her to offer her what comfort she can. She herself is choked up and similar tears are running down her own face. They stay like that until Rebekah can get her emotions back in check.

"Wow, Bekah, that is better than Romeo and Juliet, ya know because they got poisoned at the end, and die."

"Caroline, you know you say the weirdest things sometimes."

Blowing out a huffed breathe, the little blonde vampire says, "Yeah I get that a lot. But if you and Damon started out like that, what happened and why doesn't he remember you or Nik?"

"Remember I told you we were in Chicago hiding?"

Caroline nods.

"We got word a month after Damon and I got together. Mikael was on his way to Chicago and would arrive within hours."

"I don't understand," said Caroline. "Why didn't you just take Damon with you?"

"One week after Damon and I got together we did something my brother forbid."

"Reallyyyyyyyy," Caroline says stretching the word out. "Do tell."

"We had been sharing blood since the night we got together. It was a way for us to get closer to one another. I had never been in love before and it started with Damon asking if he could taste me," she smiles at the memory.

"It was after the third time we had fed from each other, that I told him I loved him and I would always be his."

Caroline is beside herself as she listens to the story, she is so excited.

"He told me the same thing Care, I was beyond happy. I had found my other half and I wanted to make it permanent. He wanted it to last forever as well. We married but in a vampire marriage it was a joining of souls, we mated. With the help of Gloria we entwined our souls for all of eternity. We became a mated pair."

"Then before we knew it a month had passed and Mikael was at our door step. Klaus came to me and told me it was time to go. I told him I wanted to stay. He told me to make a choice him or Damon. Caroline, Damon is and always will be my mate. I told Klaus I chose Damon. He didn't accept it, he couldn't stand to be alone for eternity, he went after Damon like a man possessed, but something held him back. They had become friends; Nik came to see him like a younger brother so instead of killing him he compelled him."

"Oh my god, that bastard."

Ignoring the outburst she continues, "He compelled him to forget about us, he told Damon that he would never remember meeting us unless he heard the words, "Damon, mate, Bek's needs you to remember who she is, what she is, she is your chosen mate. I need my little brother, back, not of my blood, but by my choice to remember and once more be my family, my sister's mate, and my best friend. When you next hear those words spoke by me you will remember everything we went through in Chicago."

"The next thing I remembered was waking up in a moving truck 91 years later to my brother's face and a dagger in his hand."

"I don't understand why would he do that," asked a perplexed baby vamp?

""To hear him tell it he couldn't let me go off with Damon alone and run the risk of getting caught by my father. He couldn't let Damon die or reveal that he knew us so he thought it was safer if Damon forgot. He told me when I awoke he daggered me to keep me safe, if I wasn't up and walking around then Mikael wouldn't be able to find me to kill me. He swore to me he would awaken Damon's memories when things calmed down. Well things are now calm and I need my husband, my mate."

Caroline nods and without missing a beat says, "Then why are we here? Don't you have a reunion to attend to?"

Rebekah looks at her as if seeing the real Caroline for the first time, the one who is beyond pretense the one that just wants her friends happy and says to her, "I think I might just love you Caroline Forbes."

If Caroline could still blush she would be beat red as it is she simply feels like she is going to jump out of her skin. Trying to mask her feelings she replies, "Yeah, I get that a lot too."

Grabbing Caroline's hand she drags her behind her, "I bet you do, now come on let's see what the boys have been up too."

As Caroline follows the Original stops and faces her one last time before they take off for the Boarding House, "You're a good friend, Blondie," she says teasingly but meaning every word. Then without so much as a by your leave she takes off at a run to find and reclaim her mate.

To Be Continued In:

Chapter 10

Four Vampires and A Dinner Party (pt. 3 of 3)

Will Damon remember why he keeps seeing flashes of Rebekah, flashes that he couldn't know about? Will he remember that they met in Chicago in 1920? More importantly will he remember he is mated to her for life? All this and so much more coming in:

I Think It's Time You And I Had A Heart To Heart, Mate!

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