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So this is the night after Klaus and Rebekah talked to Gloria. They are back at the bar.
"Why are we back here again? I don't want to be associated with my witches," Nik said.
"Don't talk to Gloria then," Rebekah said.
She wanted to know more about this Salvatore. Rebekah believed he was the one killing all over the city. She wanted to protect Stefan before her brother got to him and disposed of him for making Mikael suspicious. According to Klaus, everything anybody did could lead Mikael to them. Sometimes Rebekah just wanted peace and quiet. The two were able to stay in England for years without interruption, why couldn't they do the same here?
Nik dropped Rebekah off with a group of girls. Like being in a group would protect me more than my supernatural abilities, Rebekah thought.
The ladies gushed over her dress. It was fitted at the top and fringe began at her waist. It flared out as she spun. Rebekah was the only one of the group that had a black dress on. The others were all in white or silver.
Rebekah saw that Klaus over at the bar. Why couldn't I have gone with him? She wondered.
She ordered a drink from a passing waiter.
Stefan wasn't there. Rebekah wondered if Gloria told him about their conversation. The original hoped she didn't. Rebekah truly wanted to find out who this Stefan Salvatore was.
Rebekah's drink was handed to her and she turned back to the girls. They were talking about the fashion in London. They asked Rebekah tons of questions, and she was glad that the last place they stayed was London so she actually knew the fashions. She told them how magnificent the stores were; up and down Oxford Street and how grand Selfridge's truly was. The stores in Chicago were great, but London's dresses made a statement.
"Why did you come to America?" One girl asked Rebekah.
"My brother and I wanted a change of scenery," she said. After New Orleans, Rebekah and her brother traveled up and down Europe staying nowhere for over a couple of weeks. They stayed in London the longest; five months. It was too long for Klaus but Rebekah liked the fashion and he was happy to see his sister happy. Unfortunately that had to end. They moved to America hoping for a better chance. Once in the states they didn't stay long anywhere, besides New Orleans it was all new territory for the originals.
Rebekah was tired of always moving around. She liked it in London because she didn't have to move around; she was in one place where she could make relationships. She hoped Chicago would be the same.
"Of course, imagine all the hardship that came from the war," Another lady said.
"Yes it was hard to see people we know get hurt, but that was four years ago, so we have moved on," Rebekah said. She wished they could move onto a new topic.
"But all those people dead, it must be hard."
"The same with Titanic, all those people dead from England," the first lady said. "Did you know anyone on the ship?"
"No," Rebekah said, really she knew most, if not all, of the first class, but that would show that she was not as young as she seemed. Rebekah thought that she probably should not tell the ladies that she was planning on boarding the next trip to America.
Rebekah finished her drink and ordered another one, while the women began to talk about god knows what. All Rebekah knew was Stefan Salvatore walked through the door.
Rebekah's drink arrived as he looked over at her. He began his ascent over to her.
"Would you like to dance?" He asked looking at her.
"Yes, I would love to," Rebekah said.
"Sorry, sweetheart, but I was asking Miss Mary" He said as he reached for Mary's hand and turned to look at Mary.
Mary giggled and reached to accept his hand.
"Sorry, Mary, Mr. Salvatore must be confused since I will be the one dancing with him," Rebekah stood up and took his hand and led him to the dance floor. She felt a spark as their hands touched. She looked up to see if he felt it too. His eyes sparkled at her.
His warm hand closed around her gloved one. He tucked her arm through his bringing them closer. She could smell his delicious scent; spicy and rich and this time there was no hint of blood.
As they made it to the dance floor, the band started playing a slow song. Stefan put one hand on Rebekah's back and she held tightly on to the other one. They danced without talking in a comfortable silence. She began to pick up the conversation of two a few couples over. They were talking over each other about two different topics.
"do you hear them?" Rebekah asked Stefan.
"Who?" he was too busy inhaling her scent that came off of her hair. It brought him to a daze that only she was able to bring him out of.
"The blonde couple a few over. Listen to their conversation," Stefan concentrated in on them in order to hear. Rebekah wondered how old Stefan was to need that much thought to listen to a conversation.
The woman was going on and on about cleaning and how they should hire a maid. And he was talking about a work event he was organizing; neither seemed to hear the other.
Stefan let out a chuckle. "As fun as they are, I would rather spend my time learning about you," He said. His grip tightened on her waist.
"What would you like to know?" she asked.
"Have I earned your name yet?"
"I don't know. I mean I don't believe I even know your name." she said.
"Of course you know my name. I could see your eyes light up every time someone said," He moved closer to her ear, "Stefan Salvatore."
Oh, Rebekah thought. The sound of his voice gave her chills. His hot breath on her ear escaped down to her neck. Even the simple words of his name made her weak.
"Now, sweetheart, what's your name?"
"Rebekah Miakelson," she said, his hot breath still lingered on her neck.
"Well, Rebekah Miakelson, thank you for a lovely dance," he said as the band finished the song.
The handsome Salvatore kissed her gloved hand before he walked away leaving Rebekah enticed as ever.
Yay! Stefan and Rebekah officially met. But it was a short interaction, will she let him get away, or will she go after him?
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