An:/ I won't be able to update next week because I will be on vacation (I'm going to Paris!) I won't have my computer with me so I will have to post the next chapter when I get back.
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"Now, sweetheart, what's your name?" Stefan asked.
"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.
It took Rebekah a moment to break out of the trance Stefan left her in to notice that he actually left her. "How dare he?" Rebekah muttered. She looked around the room wondering where Stefan escaped to. She spotted him walking into the shadows of the corner of the room with a dark brunette. Rebekah made her way over there pushing through the crowd of dancers.
When she made it to him, he had his lips on the woman's neck, about to bite. The veins under his eyes were out and his eyes were dark red. He was a monster, but Rebekah didn't care. She liked the way he looked. He was more beautiful than ever to her.
Rebekah put her hands on her hips; "hmm" she pursed her lips. Stefan eyes quickly glanced over at Rebekah but his head didn't move from its position.
"Mr. Salvatore, no one walks away from me and survives," Rebekah said.
Stefan moved to face her as his face slowly turned back to normal. "We danced, what more did you want sweetheart?"
Rebekah ignored his question as she grabbed the woman still up against the wall. "Leave and forget what just happened. If anyone asks you won't remember me or my face." Rebekah gave the girl a little push as she turned back to Stefan.
"Hey, I am thirsty, I needed a drink," Stefan complained.
"Too bad. Follow me," Rebekah led them over to an empty table and order them drinks form a passing waiter.
"Can you please tell me what's the matter? Why are you so upset that I left after a dance?" Stefan asked as he leaned back in his chair.
"Do you know who I am?" Rebekah asked.
"Rebekah Miakelson," Stefan said. "Remember we just exchanged names out on the dance floor?"
"Clearly, you do not," Rebekah said.
She stopped talking to wait for the waiter to drop off their drinks. She didn't want to have to compel anyone to forget who she was.
"Who are you then?"
"Have you heard of the original vampires?" she said once the waiter left.
"No."
"How old are you?" Rebekah asked. Most supernatural beings that she encountered have at least heard of one original. Her brother.
"I was turned almost sixty years ago," Stefan said.
"Oh my god, you're a baby,"
"Why, how old are you?" Stefan asked.
"Didn't your mother tell you never to ask a woman's age?"
"Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart," Stefan said with a sarcastic tone. He took a drink from his tumbler waiting for her to explain her problem.
"The originals are the first vampires ever. They were created for protection and all other vampires stem from them."
"Okay, are you telling me that you are one of the originals?" Stefan asked.
"Yes," Rebekah said. "My brothers and I were turned in the tenth century."
"Oh my God," Stefan took a long drink. His face was paler than before. As he set his drink back on the table he wouldn't look at Rebekah, his eyes stayed on the table. The oldest vampire he ever met was born 400 years after rebkah was turned into a vampire.
"Stefan, please say something," Rebekah said.
"How?" he asked.
"I will tell you my story, but you must promise not to tell anyone else; not a soul Stefan, you have to swear."
Stefan nodded.
"My parents traveled to the new world after their only son died of the plague," Rebekah started. "My parents knew they wanted to have more kids and they would have been shamed by society if they did not, but my father wanted to make sure none of his heirs would ever die before him again so he persuaded my mother to call upon the spirits and find a land that would be safe to raise a healthy family."
"Spirits? Your mother was a witch?" Stefan asked.
"Yes," replied Rebekah. "My mother did as my father asked and called upon the spirits. She heard from friend of a land where everyone was healthy and strong. They had impossible strength in the new world and my father wanted it.
"So my parents moved to what-soon-would-be North America. They made peace with a village where they soon began to raise a family. I was born there along with my five brothers. We were happy."
Rebekah paused to take a sip of her drink. She could feel the emotions inside of her begin to mount. She had so many feelings about her family's past; happiness, hurt, anger sorrow.
"Every full moon, my family would hide away in caves underneath the village. It was the only protection we had against the werewolves."
"You lived in a village full of werewolves? How is that safe?" Stefan asked.
"Oh so you have heard of werewolves? I am a little upset that werewolves are above me on the scale of notoriety," Rebekah said.
"But aren't there a lot of werewolves and only a few of the originals."
"I suppose you can hide behind that answer, but remember that most werewolves are being hunted down and exterminated."
Stefan took a drink of his bourbon. "Finish your story."
"One full moon, my older brother, Niklaus, took my younger brother out to see the wolves. They were not careful and my younger brother was killed. My parents were furious. My father did not like that we were not able to protect ourselves from the werewolves. My mother called upon the spirits for help. But they would not since it was against nature. Even my mother's closet friend would not help us.
"So my mother called upon dark magic. She used the sun and the power white oak tree to turn her children into vampires. My father gave us wine laced with human blood before killing us. When we awoke, my father forced use to drink from the vein to finish the transition."
Rebekah took a sip of her drink which finished it off. "I don't want to tell anymore," she said to Stefan.
"That is some history. So you are the oldest vampire in history?" Stefan asked.
"Well along with my brothers."
"Damn," Stefan said.
"You can't tell anyone this; if you do you and everyone you know will die!" Rebekah said seriously.
"Don't worry sweetheart. I won't tell anyone about your secret past. Now since you interrupted my drink, you would be so kind to help me find another?"
Rebekah scanned the room. She was glad to see that her older brother was nowhere in sight, hopefully he didn't hear her tell the story of her past to a baby vampire. Rebekah didn't finish the story to protect herself. Nik would get angry and shove a dagger in her heart. She didn't want that. Rebekah has only been awake for less than a century. She hated waking up and finding how much time has gone by. She hated finding out that her brother didn't need her for years. She didn't want to be alone as much as him, but unlike her, Klaus would rather be alone carting around his dead family than stand his annoying siblings.
"Let's go find you a drink," Rebekah said. She stood and took Stefan hands. She brought him to a corner where there were two girls. One for each vampire.
"Enjoy," Rebekah said before she began to drink from one of the girl's necks.
There's another chapter! I can't believe I have finished 8 chapters already.
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