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005|𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

Rowan Kershaw showed up in the Mystic Grill in the evening of the next day , after what , she sat on an empty stool next to Damon Salvatore who was already sipping a glass of bourbon.

" Rowan Kershaw... Good evening . " he greeted her .

She was still fazed by the way he stood here like she was a stranger when Rowan almost drowned in the memories . He had amnesia , it wasn't his fault though.

" So i heard you were friends with my brother Stefan . "

The original vampire realized she had forgotten about Stefan when she had seen him in the street.

" Yeah , old bonding from the 20s."

Rowan could feel eyes on her ,a t the opposite side of the room . The waiter named Jeremy. She couldn't afford to say a lot about her life, the risk being that Damon recalled suddenly of a few things she had told him in New York , 1990.

" He's been trying to get to you. " Damon states.

Rowan's eyes widen and she asked , surprised ;

" Stefan lives here ? "

The young man nodded : " yeah . I thought you knew that. We both live in the old boarding house."

The girl seemed to remember just now how gorgeous he was , how his blue eyes were captivating and how the curve of his sensual lips attracted her more than she could say.

" Woah - I ... I'll defenitly come by. I need to see Stefan . But I never thought I'd see either of you here in Mystic Falls."  Rowan affirmed .

" Neither of us ? " Damon repeated , brows narrowed.

" Yeah- uh... Stefan told me about you , a little bit."

Rowan let out in a frenzy . If only he knew how they met.

" All bad things , I bet." he chuckled, his head tilted on the side.

At this exact moment he was asking himself how such complicate beauty could exist .

" No actually , from what I heard you're worth being saved. "

It was a message she hoped he could understand but of course , the circumstances gave him the inability to recall all the good they've shared. From the moment he told her that his brother probably hated him , she constantly imagined Stefan thought about all this. How he had ran from wherever he was to maybe stay with his brother on his death bed , which happened to be her couch. Damon frowned lightly then averted his gaze , feeling dizzy from Stefan's words.

" You should come by . According to Stefan's words , you two were really good friends ."

Rowan felt this sting in her heart and she nodded , absently .

" We were really good friends ."

Chicago ( 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎𝐬 )

" Is this your brother ? " Stefan asked Rowan as they stood up in the fancy bar , Klaus Mikaelson only two meters away.

Stefan tilted his chin up to Spencer Kershaw who was chatting with a rich damsel and his sister nodded .
At some point , Niklaus had gathered them around a little table orned with pearls and had brought a young lady to the reclused place.

" Now , we ought to have some fun " Klaus spoke with his dangerous smile on.

Rowan felt Stefan move nervously besides her as Rebekah took a sit. Klaus waved a little knife with it's keen blade shining under the dim lights and stuck it under the lady's neck.