A/n- So the last time I updated was 09-24-11, was that before or after the chicago episode aired? Because if it was before, then damn I'm good at guessing plotlines.
And oh my-did you see the last episode about jeremy? It's like damn, you stole my plotline! kinda.
Sorry it's taken forever to update but I've had stuff to deal with and all that. I assure everyone that I have 80% of the plotline figured out and the next three chapters drafted.
Warning: this chapter could have been better but -lost at words- just be warned it is a crappy choppy chapter because I want to get to the action which is the next chapter. I'll probably go back and edit it later on hopefully.
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Remember Me as I Once Was
Summary-S3 AU Elena made it very clear she never wanted to pursue forever, so Damon made sure she never did. 15 yrs later however, the past catches up to her in the form of Klaus. He's making her pay for a wrong she has no memory of, in fact she doesn't even remember anything at all. Not the only problem-somehow she accidentally revived an Original. How can she escape Klaus and his Ripper this time with the help of Elijah? Can she dare to trust him with her life? EE
Ch. 2 – In My Darkest Hour/ Do Not Go Gentle into the Night
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
(Dylan Thomas)
Elijah figures he received what he deserved. After all, the irony of it would have amused him too- had he been the one to have done the backstabbing. He senses rather than sees the shock that is displayed on Stefan's face and wants to warn him against his brother Klaus. He wants to let him know that despite the way Klaus acts and talks like a gentleman, he is not honorable at all.
Unless it suits his intentions.
This is one of Elijah's last thoughts as his mind struggles to remain conscious, to fight against the darkness.
Though he stares at his brother with shock and a fraction of betrayal, from the corner of his eye he sees Katerina pale with horror. If that was how Klaus awarded his saviour, how will he treat Katherine's betrayal?
Elijah can hear his younger brother talking and trys to prevent him from thrusting the dagger deeper. He shifts his position slightly and sees Katerina more clearly. He can't help but think of Elena Gilbert. He regrets betraying her.
It was one thing for a lady (for she truly was) to betray a gentleman; it was simply dishonorable for himself to have done so. Has she awakened and realized his betrayal? At this very moment, is she cursing his very existence? Or could she truly be dead by now?
He thinks Elena would understand why he had to do what he did.
There is a sharp pain that resonates throughout his body, feels the blood stop throughout his body and the veins pop out. The dagger lay deep in his heart, stopping the immortal flow of blood from healing and reviving him. Letting out a final gasp at the pain, Elijah falls to the floor and tries to stay awake. He has unfinished business to resolve. His eyes shut automatically and his eyelashes fluttered as he tries to open them again but it is useless.
He falls unconscious to the darkness and knows no more.
And you, my [brother], there on that sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
It had frightened Stefan to see his older brother so calm, so resigned as he revealed to him the werewolf bite. In fact, he could be telling him some random bit of information as far as Stefan could tell.
When Damon loses his composure, he is momentarily taken back and shaken. This is not his brother.
His mind flashed back to the memories he had of Damon, cocky and snarky, heartbroken and anguished, wrathful and lashing out, back straight and eyes flashing as he confronts their father…
There were so many versions of Damon that Damon, lying still on his bed, sweating and hallucinating wasn't one of them.
Stefan refuses to let that version be his last image of Damon.
It seemed as if his brother had given up and Stefan wished for any sign that will tell him his brother wasn't giving up. Hell, he would have settled for Damon trying to take Elena away from him.
Even though many times he had wished his brother dead, Stefan never meant for Damon to actually die.
After all, Damon was his older brother.
It took all his restraint to stop himself from shaking Damon and tearing him a new one for putting himself into harm's way. Dammit, wasn't it Damon who was always complaining about Caroline and how she was going to die thanks to Tyler?
The irony.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
[…]
It is Klaus who is the way out for Damon and heart sinking, Stefan goes to him. He knows what the answer would be. Damon had messed up Klaus's plan somewhat and has put himself underfoot to make sure the plan to break the curse doesn't go through.
He doesn't expect Klaus to readily agree to give Damon the antidote and when he hears the price, he hesitates only for a moment. He regrets his Ripper days, wishes he could forget about them completely (yet there is a dark side that raises its head and gives a prideful nod to those days).
And Stefan agrees to be Klaus's wingman.
It is much easier to fall than to get back up and Stefan falls oh so easily to the darkness that awaits him inside. He senses there will be no easy return, no Lexi to drag him kicking and screaming into something resembling to his human self.
Stefans says his goodbyes and glances around Mystic Falls.
It will be a long time before he sees it again, he is sure of this.
For a moment, he glances at the coffins being loaded into the truck and his eyes automatically fall on the new coffin. He critically analyzed the many different scenarios that could get them Elijah back but they all end in Stefan being dead. It is the last one to be entered into the truck.
"Follow me." Klaus ordered as he climbed into the car, without a backward glance.
Stefan pondered the thought of backing out of their deal, but knew Klaus would find ways to retaliate. He couldn't let Klaus find out that somehow Elena was still alive.
So he follows without another thought.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
[…]
Klaus throws at him many tests, many hoops for him to jump through in order to prove that Stefan's loyalty. He passes them with flying colors. When Klaus asks him to jump, he makes sure to ask how high.
They make their way through the USA in a leisurely pace, leaving behind them a bloody path.
One that Damon tracks down with ease.
Klaus does not like that at all.
"Make him stop following us." he orders, the or I will implied in his tone.
He expects killing Andy would result in a heavy heart but instead he is elevated with the adrenaline high from the kill. He is no longer the Stefan Lexi had coaxed out of the Ripper...and yet he is not exactly the Ripper yet.
Which is too bad because he really liked Andy.
Days passed and Klaus no longer glances at him in suspicion. In fact, he is relaxed around Stefan and if he didn't know any better, he would say they were friends.
But he does know better, he was there when Klaus stabbed Elijah in the back. So Stefan automatically tenses when one day out of the blue, Klaus gently takes his head between both hands and orders, "Look at me."
Trapped, Stefan looks into Klaus's eyes and is confused momentarily when Klaus says, "Remember what I have blocked long ago."
He sees memories of 1920s Chicago. He sees himself as he is now. In the crowd he sees a beautiful young woman smiling coyly at him next to a handsome blond man. One who looks eerily like Klaus. This one buys him a drink and later on, Stefan dances with the woman.
Klaus releases Stefan, knowing he is overwhelmed by the "new" memories that have returned to him, and motions someone from the shadows forward. Stefan's new loyalty must be rewarded greatly and Klaus knows this is the best way to do so.
Out of the doorway stepped a young woman from the past, the 1920s to be exact, disorientated and wary of her brother. Klaus will fix that too.
"Stefan, there is someone here who wants to see you." Klaus says before casually waving in the direction of the young woman.
Confused, Stefan looked past Klaus to see a slender blond girl staring at him. In his mind, the girl's facial features flash as a soft laugh graces his ears. He knew her very well, and loved her deeply. He gasped and a name is automatically on his tongue as if it never left.
"Rebekah?" he whispered and started towards her while she stared at him in disbelief.
But Klaus stopped him."Do you remember me?" asked Klaus with a glint in his eyes.
"Of course I do….you are my brother." Stefan said simply. Satisfied, Klaus lets him go towards Rebekah and leaves the room.
Klaus has formed a new family.
Stefan burns in his mind Rebekah's kisses, her caresses, as if any moment Klaus would take away his true love.
Elena Gilbert fades into the large past of his mind, softly and surrendering. He forgets her easily as if she'd never been.
There is no female out there who shines brighter than Rebekah.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
A few months later, they head towards Russia as Klaus and Rebekah had fond memories of it. Stefan surprisingly had not gone at all to Russia in all of his years of living so they went to visit.
It didn't matter that the last time Rebekah and Klaus visited, it had been during the last czar's reign. Nor that they had taken advantage of the country's turmoil to make things more fun.
This time, they had Stefan. That made it all the more fun.
Many years passed. Stefan the Ripper blinks in surprise that a century hasn't passed yet. Only ten years.
Stefan had long ago forgotten the links to his humanity. In fact, he is feared throughout the world along with the Originals Klaus and Rebekah. However the unholy three are bored with Russia and Klaus drifts off by himself to experiment with his new abilities.
There are werewolves in Russia if you know where to leaves with Mindy, a witch he picked up on the streets of California, and leaves only a cellphone behind. Rebekah and Stefan leaves it behind as they travel across Russia once more.
Deep in the barren woods of Russia, there is a cottage. In the basement they say are rows of coffins while upstairs there are bodies scattered all around. A beautiful young couple lives there and should you ever set eyes on them, start praying to your divine being.
They will be the last sight you will ever see.
Or so the townspeople warn Klaus as he tries to enter it. He laughs and agrees to stay with an old couple for the night before moving on to another town. The people relax and wake up to find the handsome stranger gone and the old couple drained of blood.
He has found Rebekah and Stefan at walks in the room as they were heavily making out. It takes them a second to notice that he is angry and immediately Rebekah is at his side. It did not matter that they had not seen each other for five years nor that they had "forgotten" the cellphone he had left for them. The three were together again and that what mattered most.
"What is wrong my brother?" she asked as she laid a hand on his arm in worry."The curse isn't broken at all!" Klaus spat, looking like a spoiled brat.
"What?" Both Rebekah and Stefan exclaimed in shock.
Klaus tells them what had happened over the five years. How all the werewolves he bit had slowly went insane and died. How out of all the hybrids he made (differently each time), only one had lived for a month before sucumbing to the same fate as all the rest.
"We need to go back to Mystic Falls." Klaus declared. It had been bad luck for Gloria to die as she was one of the few powerful witches that had been willing to serve him.
Stefan automatically nodded in agreement. It made sense to go back to where the curse had been broken.
Rebekah sat on the couch before announcing, "I'm not going with you."
Both of them stared at her. She always went with them! How could she not come with too?
"I have to find my necklace so we can have more chance of knowing why Klaus can't make his hybrids." She said.
At this, their eyes dropped to Rebekah's throat where her standard necklace used to be adorned.
"What does the necklace has to do with anything?" asked Stefan, his eyebrows knitting together in a frown but Klaus nodded.
"My dear sister is right. With the necklace we can accomplish more and contact the Original Witch." he said thoughtfully.
"Where are you going to go?" asked Stefan worriedly. The original witch be damned, all he cared about was Rebekah's quick return to his side.
"To Chicago. The last memory I have of the necklace is in the windy city."Here, Rebekah and Klaus shared a look that only siblings could interpret, one where it said very clear where she might have lost it. She quickly left the room to pack.
Klaus turned to Stefan, who merely raised an eyebrow at him.
"We leave for tomorrow then."
Stefan nodded.
He had stopped resisting a long time ago.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light
He was rushing through the airport, trying to get to the correct gate on time. The way he expertly dodged and weaved through the crowds in the O'Hare airport marked him an old traveler. The way he was dressed, conserved yet richly, marked him a businessman. He was handsome in a older way with brillant unique eyes- cat eyes to be exact.
Just the way Rebekah likes her quick dinner.
She watches from the wings darken with shadows and anticipated the moment he would cross her path. He has crossed the paths of many women and stopped for none.
However he stops when a pretty and young woman drops her purse and everything falls out.
Herself.
He drops on his knees and sweeps all the stuff that scattered throughout the floor close to her. He looks up and notices that she is distraught by the fact that her stuff is all over. Something tugs at his heart.
"Don't worry about it, Miss?" he unintentionally drifts off in a question and curses himself out. He is happily married and does not need to go look for trouble.
"Rebekah. My name is Rebekah." she says softly, looking up at him from her eyelashes.
She knows she has him hooked and smirked mentally to herself.
Welcome back to Chicago, Rebekah. You'll be dining on one of the best Chicagoans offered.
A/n- I know! Probably not my best chapter but the next one is going to be-well you'll see.
Please review and tell me what you think and how I can improve my characters if they were ooc.
A little motivation/sneak preview on the next chapter:
She goes back to her hometown and notices that nothing has really changed-except the people. There is a new generation now.
Jenna's house looks exactly the same outside but she knows it is different inside.
She knocks.