Hello, Fabulous Readers!

So, if you guys have read my other stories, I'm really sorry about the slow updates but I'm kind of bored of them.

This story is one that was just playing around in my head after watching The Vampire Diaries season 3 because honestly Stefan Salvatore does not get the love he deserves. Elena is a bitch. Damon is a dick.

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Always Getting Over You:

The End Of The Affair:

Chicago 1922

The air the cold in the Windy City of Chicago as a handsome young man with light brown hair and leaf green eyes exited a stationary automobile that was parked on the side of the empty street. With a smirk on his lips, the man straightened his jacket and strutted down the abandoned street without a backwards glance. In the distance the sound of traffic was the only sound that could be heard until he reached the mouth of a dark alleyway that he turned down without changing his pace. He came to a heavy door that was positioned halfway down the length of the alley and came to a complete stop in front of the door. His gaze looked to the left quickly in the direction of the mouth of the alley to make sure no one had seen him approach before his head swivelled to the right. Not even using half his strength, the young man pulled open the door before he silently slipped into the brick building leaving no trace he was ever in the alley to begin with. The man smiled genuinely as the soft sound of jazz music filled the darkened hallway that he had just entered. A small speck of light in the distance guided his way into the crowded jazz bar that was hidden away in the Chicago underground. The club floor was crowded with men in sharp suits and women in fashionable flapper dresses that were all chatting and laughing without a care in the world thanks to the forbidden liquor that filled their glasses and blood. The man's gaze swept around the crowd, taking in all the faces before landing on the petite African-American woman that was on the stage in the middle of room singing in time with the music. Her melodic voice cut off abruptly so his green-eyed gaze jerked back to the stage in surprise to see the singer looking directly at him with a smile.

"Guess who my eyes have just spied, ladies? Looking for a good time, Mr. Salvatore?" The singer asked him happily from the stage as excitement danced in her dark brown eyes and the young man smirked as nearly all eyes in the club turned to see who the infamous 'Mr Salvatore' was.

"Save me a dance, Gloria." The young man responded with a suggestive wink towards the singer and she giggled softly with a slight nod of her head before continuing her performance as though no interruption had occurred. Mr Salvatore tore his eyes away from the entertainment to see if he could find a dame to occupy his time for the night. His light green eyes swept over the room once again although this time his inspection if the crowd was more critical as he silently judged each of women in the club regardless to whether or not they were alone for the night. He smirked to himself when his gaze fell on a lone woman in a dark navy flapper dress with honey coloured hair curled perfectly in a fashionable twist who was sitting on one of the stools at the bar nursing a tumbler of amber liquid and ignoring the rowdy men around her as she listened intently to the woman on stage. She sipped her drink without taking her eyes off of Gloria and he found himself wondering what colour those eyes were so he took a few steps closer to the bar and to her before coming to a stop when another man decided to approach the young woman. Salvatore cocked his head to the curiously as he watched the other young man lean on the counter top next to the young woman and open his mouth to say something to her only to be cut off when she silently held up her white gloved hand that wasn't holding her glass to prevent him from speaking without break her concentration. She sipped her drink with one hand while waving the other in a dismissive fashion at the man who gaped at her for a moment more before sulking off back to his friends while the pretty girl rolled her unidentified coloured eyes.

Later that same night, Mr Salvatore was drinking with a group of other men while chatting and laughing loudly as Gloria continued to serenade the crowd. A pretty blonde with bright blue eyes wearing a red flapper dress was dancing with a handsome man a few feet away from them on the dance floor when she suddenly pulled away from her dance partner. She turned her heatedly glare to the rowdy group of males near her before striding over to them angrily.

"Sorry to crash the fun, boys, but some of us actually came here to hear the music. Not you." She said to the group in British tinted voice and Salvatore turned his attention the impatient blonde tapping her high heeled foot to the side of the group.

"I am so sorry, sweetheart. Are we offending you?" he asked her cockily with a smirk plastered on his lips as he took a step towards her and his friends behind him laughed in amusement as she sneered slightly at what she saw as an insult.

"It would take a lot more than a baby face like this to offend me." she counted softly as she gently let her finger graze his left cheek almost seductively. Salvatore smirked at her slightly but his attention was drawn over the blonde's right shoulder when he caught sight of the honey haired woman from earlier that night walking towards them with a small smirk on her lips. His smirk changed to a slight genuine smile when he saw that her eyes were a deep oak colour and her lips were a seductive red that reminded him of blood. The blonde quirked an eyebrow at her company in question before following his gaze by turning her head to the side and seeing the same honey haired beauty approaching them.

"Rebekah, still terrorising the town I see." The honey haired woman commented playfully in a memorising British accented voice as she smiled at the blonde and linked her arm through the other woman's before turning her attention to the handsome man who had caught her attention earlier that evening. "You'll have to excuse my sister. Sometimes I think she was raised in a cave." She apologised to him politely before glancing at her sister with a secretive smile that Salvatore couldn't even begin to understand.

"Oh, that's quite alright, miss." He responded her with his light green eyes twinkling with mirth and her smile widened as she was drawn into his gaze.

"Do Gloria a favour and stick a sock in it." Rebekah ordered the pair with a small smile when she noticed the way her sister had immediately taken the attention of Mr Salvatore before turning back to the dance floor and to the man waiting for her return. A woman passed by the duo carrying a tray of flutes filled with champagne and Salvatore took one in his hand as she passed but it was soon taken from him by the honey haired stranger in front of him.

"Ooh. Please, help yourself." He said to her in amusement as she lifted the glass to her lips daintily to take a small sip of the bubbly liquid.

"Oh, I always do." She retorted with a sly smirk on her lips as she leaned her face closer to his as though she was going to place a kiss on his lips. Instead of meeting his inviting lips, she tilted her head to the side so that she could whisper quietly into his ear. "Careful, Mr. Salvatore. You're still wearing your date." She said to him softly before pulling away from him slightly with her face overtaken by bloodlust so that her fangs were elongated and the veins around her eyes were darkened so that they were easily seen. She wiped her pointer finger gently over the corner of his lips where a drop of scarlet coloured blood still lingered from his earlier victim before she sucked her finger seductively without taking her oak coloured eyes off of his light green ones. "She's lovely."

"So, do I get your name?" he asked her quietly as he was still in a trance over the act the mystery woman had just performed.

"If you're lucky…" she drawled mischievously as she ran a finger over his chest before walking away without a backwards glance at him to see the intrigued smile grace his handsome features.

Mr Salvatore was sitting at one of the secluded booth at the club with a human woman next and he smirked to himself before letting his vampire fangs elongate before sinking his teeth into the woman's neck. The delicious taste of fresh blood filled his mouth in a euphoric sensation just as someone with honey coloured hair approached him and the woman from the other side of the booth. She allowed her vampiric features come out as bloodlust overpowered her and she bit into the opposite side of the woman's neck. They both drink the blood of the woman until her heartbeat slowed down and she passed out into an unconscious state. The two young vampires pulled away from the woman with a single scarlet drop on theirs lips and their light green and oak brown eyes meet in a heated, lust-filled stare. Salvatore leaned forward towards the young woman across from him and placed his hand on her soft cheek before pulling her forwards so that his mouth met hers. He kissed her hungrily as she responded to his lips eagerly until they had to pull away from each other before they went too far in a public place. As he pulled away from their embrace, he offered her a smile and she returned it happily as his gaze moved down to her cleavage where a silver pendent necklace was nestled. He reached across the unconscious body between them to run his fingers lightly over the design on the necklace.

"It's beautiful." He stated to her as his soft touch against her bare skin sent shivers through her body and she bit her lower lip slightly to stifle a moan of pleasure that threatened to escape.

"A witch gave it to me and my sister. Supposedly it's magical." She informed him with a small smile on her lips as she leaned subconsciously into his touch.

"And is it?"

"It brought me love, didn't it?" she answered him almost teasingly but there was an undeniable measure of truth behind her words that both parties could hear. He smiled slightly at her words just as an unfamiliar man with sandy blonde hair wearing a sharp suit approached their table with a scowl on his handsome face.

"It's late, Rheanna, we're leaving." The man announced to the couple in a strong British accent although all of his attention was on the pretty honey haired woman in the booth. She turned to face him with a frown on her lips and her eyebrows pursed in annoyance as he grabbed her elbow and brought her to her feet next to him with ease.

"Get off of me!" she ordered sternly as she tried to pull her arm out of his grasp but was not able to fight his superior strength. Salvatore frowned at the scene in front of him and quickly stood from the booth in case he has to defend the beautiful brown eyed girl.

"Who is this guy?" he demanded in a hostile tone of voice because he didn't like that way Rheanna was being manhandled by the sandy haired man in front of him.

"Stefan, don't. He'll kill you. He's a lot stronger than he looks." Rheanna warned him quickly so that the man she loved wouldn't do anything to get himself injured or killed.

"So this is the famous Stefan Salvatore I've been hearing so much about. You're right, he does have funny hair. I'm bored. I want to go." The man said to the Rheanna in a deadpan, emotionless voice as she pulled her arm out of his grasp with a scowl of her own at his words against Stefan.

"Then go find Rebekah and go without me, I'm not your girlfriend."

"No, you're my sister, which means... You have to do as I say."

Rheanna and Stefan were alone in a small apartment lying in bed together after having passionate sex with both of them breathing heavily. Stefan rolled over on his side so that he was facing the beautiful honey haired woman lying next to him and smiled slightly at the flawless sight before him. She was lying on her back with her hands folded on her stomach over the white starch sheet that covered the two of them and her eyes closed peacefully so that he couldn't see the gorgeous oak coloured eyes.

"You're staring." She stated playfully in her pretty British lilt without opening her eyes and a small smile graced her lips.

"I'm gazing." Stefan counted with a smirk as he moved his hand to rest on top of hers on her stomach and she opened one eye to look at him with mirth twinkle in her oak coloured iris.

"It's creepy."

"It's romantic." He said to her teasingly and she opened her other eye to stare at him intently. He squirmed uncomfortably under her intense gaze and frowned at her in confusion as he why she was staring at him like that. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm seeing how you like it." She informed him as she blinked rapidly because of the intense staring had dried out her eyes and she laughed lightly at his expense. He laughed along with her as he ripped the pillow out from under his head and hit her with it as she gasped in surprise.

"Stop it, Stefan!" she ordered playfully through her giggles as she wriggled against the pillow attack and he laughed at her attempts to stop him. She grinned at the man next to her before she rolled over on top of him using her Original vampire speed and he gaped at her for a second in surprise because he was still not used to her superior speed and strength.

"I'm still not used to that…" he murmured quietly as she lowered her lips to his and cut off any more of what he was going to say. Their lips melded together perfectly as they moved in sync as Stefan ran his hand up her naked body and she shivered at his touch making him smirk against her mouth. Rheanna pulled away from him with a small loving smile on her lips and he smiled back at her as he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips before brushing a lock of honey coloured hair behind her ear. "I love you, Rhea."

"I love you too, Stefan."

Rhea and Stefan were swaying together on the dance floor as Gloria crooned gloriously from the stage and other couples surrounded them but their attention was only on each other. Stefan had his hand clasped in hers as he pulled her closer to his body so that they were nearly touching and she giggled in delight as she leaned her head in the crook of his neck.

"Hmm. I like dancing with you." She whispered softly into his neck as they took pleasure in the presence of each other and a smile graced his lips as he glanced down at the top of her honey coloured head because she was still a few inches shorter then him even in heels.

"Hmm. I like dancing with you too."

"I'm glad because kind of don't want to stop." She admitted to him quietly as though he wasn't even meant to hear it even with his supernatural advanced hearing and he pressed a kiss to the crown of her head in silent acknowledgment of her words.

"Rheanna Mikaelson…" Stefan murmured softly as though he was testing out the sound of the name and she hummed in response as she waited patiently for him to continue. "Rheanna Salvatore…"

"What?" she asked incredulously as her head snapped up to meet his green eyed gaze with a dubious expression on her beautiful face but Stefan just raised a hand to cup her face lovingly before pressing a chaste kiss to her lips without answering her question. A loud crash came from the front door of the secret underground club and Rhea and Stefan pulled away from each other to see what the commotion was. Both their eyes widened in shock as they saw a gang of uniformed police officers storming into the club with their guns drawn. Stefan grabbed her small hand in his larger one when the officers started shooting randomly even though he knew that as vampires the lead bullet wouldn't do more than irritate them if they were hit. They both crouched down behind the bar in an attempt to hide from the ongoing shoot out in the club and Stefan noticed one of the bullets lying on the ground next to them so he reached out to pick it up slowly.

"They're using wooden bullets. They know." He told her as he examined the bullet at eye level so he failed to notice the panicked look that crossed Rheanna's face.

"That means he's here." She whispered to herself as her oak coloured eyes widened in fear and Stefan's head snapped up when he heard the dread in her usually playful voice.

"Who? Who's here?"

"Rheanna! Come on, we've got to go, sweetheart." She heard her brother calling out for her from behind them so she slowly stood up from her crouch with Stefan following her lead. She turned her head to the side to see Niklaus and Rebekah rushing over to her with matching panicked expressions on their faces.

"What the hell is going on?" Stefan demanded when he saw the three siblings all wearing the same expression because he was really starting to worry about the woman he loved and the two people that he had come to care about so deeply. Instead of answering him though, Niklaus just pushed Rhea towards her twin sister who caught her when she stumbled a little.

"Stefan!" she called out desperately when Niklaus pushed the duo towards the backdoor so that they wouldn't get caught but Rhea struggled in Rebekah's arms because she didn't want to leave the man that she loved.

"Go!" Niklaus yelled frantically at his younger sisters in an attempt to get them out of the dire situation and Rhea finally allowed Rebekah to drag her out of the club with her but not without looking back at the green eyed man next to her brother.

Rebekah and Rheanna were standing next to a car in front of a warehouse when Niklaus appeared seemingly out of nowhere. Rhea looked behind her brother for any sign of Stefan and bit lower lip anxiously when she couldn't see him there.

"Hurry up, Rheanna, Rebekah. Let's go!" he shouted at the duo who had yet to move a muscle when he returned from the club but instead of rushing to follow his orders as they normally did all they did was share a look that he couldn't begin to interpret.

"He'll be here any second." Rhea said quietly mostly to herself before looking back down the street for the man that she loved and her twin took her hand in hers to give it a reassuring squeeze. Rhea knew that if anyone understood her desire to be with the one that she loved it would be Rebekah because as twins they knew each other better than they knew themselves.

"Do you want to die? We've been found. We need to move."

"Not without Stefan."

"Stefan's not coming. We have to disappear. He'll draw too much attention. Let him go." Nik told them both softly as he watched his Rhea's expression fall to heartbreak and Rebekah turn to outrage for her sister.

"What did you do?" Rebekah demanded in a harsh whisper as Rheanna just continued to stare out into the empty street while she composed her face into a perfect mask of indifference even though her heart was breaking into a million pieces.

"Come on. We don't have time for one of your tantrums."

"I don't want to run anymore, Nik! All we do is run."

"I see. And you, Rheanna?" Niklaus asked in a cold tone of voice as he began to realise what was coming and Rhea finally turned her attention to her brother with a hard expression so that she wouldn't break down in front of him.

"I want to be with Stefan." She told him honestly as she took a step closer to her sister side in a silent support and Rebekah reached down to clasp their hands together.

"Fine. Then choose. Him or me." Niklaus demanded harshly with his light blue eyes hard and not giving an inch to compromise. Rhea and Rebekah locked gazes as oak coloured irises met cerulean blue in as a silent agreement passed between the two females. "That's what I thought. Get in the truck. Let's go."

"Good-bye, Nik." The girls chorused in unison to the older brother that they had followed to the ends of the earth for nearly the last 1000 years. Rhea turned her head to glance down the street towards where Stefan's apartment was situated but before she could make a move to go to her love, a sharp pain radiated from her chest. She gasped as the pain increased throughout her body and she looked down to see her normally tan skin turning a sickly grey colour. 'Stefan', was the last thought that crossed her mind before the darkness fell over her and the world ceased to exist.

Rhea POV:

The faraway sound of traffic was the first thing that I could hear and I squeezed my eyes closed tighter when the noise overtook my senses. I tried to open my eyes to find out where I was but I found that my body was far too weak to even move an eyelid.

"Hello? Are you awake yet?" an unfamiliar voice said from far away but all that I could concentrate on was the sound of blood pumping through the strangers veins as the bloodlust immediately overtook my sense. I felt my fangs elongate with the need for blood as the rusty scent of blood made my mouth water and I lurched forward at a supernatural speed. My hand grabbed the human that was leaning over my resting place and I latched my fangs into the person neck as I drank greedily. The delicious blood filled my mouth but I was too hungry to properly enjoy the meal that I was getting. I slowly opened my eyes when I felt my muscle strengthen since the intake of blood before I unfastened my fangs from the unfamiliar man's neck to look around the warehouse. The man blinked at me drowsily as his knees buckled slightly with the loss of blood so I tilted his head to meet my gaze.

"Go to sleep." I compelled him in my British lilted voice and the human man immediately closed his eyes as he fell to the ground. I sighed softly at the ease that it took me to compel an innocent human but made no move to correct the situation. I tilted my head to the side curiously as I looked down at the coffin that I was sitting in and scoffed at the clichéd nature of the location Niklaus deemed worthy for me. I lifted my legs out of the coffin and jumped down on unsteady legs being careful not to stand on the unconscious man. I turned in a circle to see five other coffins in the warehouse with me so I pursed my lips as I thought about the consequences of undaggering all of my siblings. I took a few steps towards the closest coffin almost hesitantly before shaking myself off and walking more confidently towards the oak coffin. I lifted the lid with ease and sighed when I saw the desiccated body of my twin sister lying almost peacefully in the same red flapper dress I had last seen her in back in the 20's. I smirked to myself as I remembered the deal that Rebekah and I had made with Niklaus centuries ago before reaching over to grip the silver stake in my hand. With one comes the other, I thought to myself as I pulled the dagger out of her heart and placed it next to her in the coffin. I walked gracefully over the unconscious man that was still sleeping next to my coffin and lifted him up by the nape of his neck before dragging him over to Rebekah's coffin. "Come on, Bekah. Time to wake up, sister." I cooed at her as I leaned to sleeping man over her coffin so that the alluring scent of blood would wake her up like it had done me.

"Hmm…" she murmured sleepily as her eyelids twitched almost imperceptible to a human's eye but I wasn't human so I smiled slightly at the sight. She shot up so suddenly that I jumped in surprise as she latched onto the man's neck with her fangs. I held the man still as she drank from him greedily until his heartbeat stopped altogether because of the lack of blood in his system and then I threw his corpse onto the ground without taking my gaze off of my sister. Her once grey skin was return back to its normal tan shade as she slowly opened her cerulean blue eyes in confusion. Her stiff muscle made her groan out loud as she turned her head towards the sound of the body hitting the ground. "Rhea?" she asked quietly as though I was a figure of her imagination that would disappear at a large noise and a small smile spread across my lips at the familiar sound of my sister, my best friend.

"It's me, Bekah." I responded just as quietly as though the normal register of my voice would wake the others still dead in their coffins and a matching smile spread across her lips as she finally allowed herself to admit that it was really me standing in front of her. I took a step back as she tossed her long legs carelessly over the edge of the coffin she was in before jumping down to the ground next to me. She immediately wrapped her arms around me tightly and I closed my eyes as I sunk into her embrace. I heard her sniff a little as she fought tears and I just squeezed her tighter without saying anything because I knew that Rebekah's pride wouldn't allow me to comfort her in words. She pulled away from me after a moment longer but kept a hold of my shoulders as she looked me over as though I had changed even though I too was dead in a box and smiled at me as though she couldn't believe that it was really me. I tucked a fallen strand of blonde hair behind her ear just as a crashing noise came from outside the warehouse and both our gazes snapped to the front of the mostly vacant warehouse. I pressed a finger to my lips in a silent warning to my sister to be quiet and she nodded in understanding as I grabbed the dagger that had been inside Rebekah from the coffin next to us. Rebekah grabbed my hand silently before we both ran and hid behind one of the massive storage containers that were at the back of the warehouse just in case it was a threat to our safety that was coming into the warehouse.

"Oh, bloody hell. I forgot about our stupid deal." I heard Niklaus utter to himself from the main floor of the warehouse and I clasped Rebekah's hand tighter then she tensed in outrage at our brother. "Rheanna, Rebekah... It's your big brother. Come out, come out, wherever you are." He taunted us in a sing-song voice so I quietly passed the dagger in my hand to Rebekah because I knew that she would get the most pleasure out of stabbing him in the heart. She smiled at me in thanks before flying out of our hiding place at supernatural vampire speed and I quickly followed her just in time to see her stabbing the dagger into his heart with all her strength.

"Go to hell, Nik!" she swore as he crumbled a little in pain and I smirked to myself in satisfaction but I knew that the dagger wouldn't really do any damage to him because of his werewolf side. He scowled down at the dagger in his chest before it out with ease and throwing it careless on the ground at his feet.

"Don't pout. You knew it wouldn't kill me." he said to us with an eye roll as Rebekah crossed our arms over her chest and I frowned in displease at him as I stepped up to stand next to her.

"Yeah, but I was hoping it would hurt more." I supplied for her as I glared at him through narrowed eyes and he glanced at me with a small smile on his lips.

"I understand that you're upset with me, Rheanna… So I'm going to let that go. Just this once. Brought you a little peace offering. You can come in." he called out to someone outside the door and I frowned in confusion as I glanced at Rebekah but she was just as confusion as I was. I looked back at the warehouse door just as it opened and then froze when I saw a familiar man with light brown hair and leaf green eyes.

"Stefan..." I breathed his name as tears sprung to my eyes at the sight of him and I felt Rebekah grabbed my hand in silent comfort. I watched as Nik stepped closer to the man I loved in the 20's and looked him right in the eye to compel him.

"Now you remember." He compelled the other man and I watched with wide eyes as he blinked numerous times when he remembered the past that we had shared.

"Rheanna." He said in the same tone that I had and I smiled at little at the sound of my name coming from his lips as he took a step closer to where Rebekah and I were standing.

"Stefan." Nik called to him in a knowing voice and Stefan turned around to look at my brother with wide eyes full of awe.

"I remember you. We were friends." Stefan stated quietly as he stared at him in wonder and I smiled at the two of them as I remembered the close relationship that the two of them shared.

"We are friends." He corrected him with smile of his own before he turned his attention back to me and Rebekah as he strode over to us in determination. "And now the reason you're here. Gloria tells me you know how to contact the original witch."

"The original witch?" I asked with a scoff as I shared a look with Rebekah who was scowling at our brother.

"What do you have that Gloria needs?" he asked me pointedly as I narrowed my eyes at him but reached up for my necklace anyway. I touched my neck where the silver pendent necklace always sat but my hand hit bare skin where my necklace should've been.

"Where's my necklace? What did you do with it? I never take it off!" I shouted at him in a panic as I glanced at Rebekah with wide eyes to make sure that she wasn't wearing it.

"I don't know. I didn't touch it."

"We need to find it, Nik. Now, I want it back!" Rebekah screamed at him as I moved over to my coffin where I had been lying since the 20's to make sure that it hadn't fallen off in my sleep.

"Tell me that's not what she needs, Rebekah!" Nik shouted at her but I kept my focus on the coffin as I tossed out all the pillows and then screamed in frustration when I couldn't find my necklace. I knew that tears were streaming down my cheeks as I searched for the last remaining artefact of my mothers and pushed the coffin to the ground where it landed with a loud crashing. I turned around to see both my siblings staring at me in shock because of the act of aggression because it was so out of my nature but I ignored them both as I stalked up to them in angry strides.

"I want my necklace, Niklaus." I said in a low and dangerous voice as I glared heatedly at him and he swallowed nervously as he nodded slowly before I walked passed them with tears in my eyes. I looked at Stefan from the corner of my eyes to see him looking concerned but I glanced down to the ground in embarrassment.