The Last Petrova

What Happens After

 Two weeks later.

"Stefan, you can't- Stefan, oh bloody hell, why do I even bother?" I shout over the loud music as Stefan 'accidentally' rips the head off the girl he's been feeding on.

"Can you at least pretend like you're trying?" I say, vamp racing over to the speakers and turning the music down. "It's not that hard- look," I say, walking over to the compelled group of humans huddled near the back door. The college boy I grab whimpers as I lead him towards the middle of the bar. 

"Sink your teeth in, drink, take them out, and let the human go," I say, baring my fangs and digging them into the boy's neck. After a couple of sips, I push him onto the ground, and he scrambles away, grasping at his fresh wound as he does so. I glance at Stefan, and see black veins ripple across his face at the sight of blood.

"Stefan," I groan exasperatedly. "You need to learn to stop tearing off heads! What are you going to do about her? Or her? Or her?" I say, pointing out the various heads on the floor from Stefan's failed attempts.

"I'm sorry, do you think I want to decapitate innocent humans?" Stefan says angrily, throwing what remained of his latest victim's body on the floor. 

"Oh- well, sorry for the misunderstanding," I snap at him sarcastically. 

"I'm a ripper, Helena, I always have been. If I feed, I kill. And if I don't feed, you know that Klaus is going to force me to turn my humanity off, and trust me, me without my humanity is the last thing you're ever going to want to see," Stefan yells.

"I'm perfectly aware of that!" I shout back, managing to bite back a retort of how perfectly disgusting he was back in Chicago. 

"Then stop nagging me! I can't- I can't not rip their heads off, I don't want to, and I try to stop, but the bloodlust takes me over every single time-" 

"Then don't let it!" I shout, giving him a hard push on the shoulders. Not a second later, I feel Stefan slamming my head down onto the table right next to me. Blood pounds through my ears- and the pain is covered up by the anger coursing through my veins.

With a shout of fury, I throw Stefan across the length of the bar, and vamp race over to him, picking him up by his neck before he can even try to get up himself.

"What is this?" Klaus's voice says. I immediately turn my head towards the door, and see Klaus walk in. He glances over at the terrified humans, then focuses his attention back to me and Stefan.

I drop Stefan to the ground and stomp over to the bar angrily. I pour myself a shot of bourbon, and gulp it down in two seconds.

"You two have been getting along well, I see," Klaus says.

I roll my eyes, and throw the glass across the room. Hearing it shatter, I turn towards him. 

"Your boyfriend decided it would be a great idea to slam my head onto a table," I say. "You shoved me first!" Stefan yells immediately. 

"Oh, so I shove you, so that means you get to do something to me that would have killed me had I been human?" I say to him. "Please, it wouldn't have killed you," Stefan replies. 

"Oh, really? Care to find out?" I say, marching over to one of the humans.

I see something change in Stefan's eyes- for a second, the rage and bloodlust is replaced by concern and worry. But by then, it's too late- I'm beyond furious right now.

I grab a biker girl by the side of her neck, and ram her head onto the bar table. There's a sickening crushing sound as the girl's skull breaks. She falls to the floor, dead.

Stefan stares at the body in shock, while Klaus laughs. 

"Far cry from the girl who spent the entire night crying over having burned someone to death with my psychopath of a brother, aren't you?" he says. 

"Shut up," I say, knocking a chair to the ground angrily. Why, for god's sake, did Klaus have to bring up that memory?

"I've finally found a piece of what I've been looking for, by the way," Klaus says as both Stefan and I sit down on opposite ends of the bar table. 

"Pack your bags, we're going to Florida," Klaus says. I blink. "Please tell me you're kidding," I say to him.

"There's a werewolf living there who occasionally runs with a pack in the Smoky Mountains. I've just gotten a lead on where to find him," Klaus says. "Now, let's get a move on, shall we?" he says, standing up. 

"What about them?" I ask tiredly, gesturing towards the humans who are still cowering at the corner of the bar.

Klaus shrugs. "Stefan, go finish them off for me, will you?" he asks. This time, I personally slam my head onto the table- three whole hours of me trying to get Stefan to stop being a ripper, going all down the drain just like that.

"Don't look so sad, love," Klaus says, placing a hand on my bare shoulder. I shove it aside grumpily, and gulp down another strong drink.

"So what happens after you create your hybrid army? World domination?" I ask sarcastically, though I'm sincerely curious. 

"I haven't thought that far ahead yet," Klaus replies, "But your idea isn't the worst one in the world... Thanks to Abbie Bennett, the Hunter's locked away safely, so there's no reason why-"

"Abbie Bennett?" Stefan says, dropping the man he was holding seconds before. I sigh as the man's head falls off his shoulders and comes rolling towards my feet.

"Yes, Abbie Bennett. Bonnie's mother was kind enough to get rid of my oldest enemy for me by giving up all her magic. And now as Helena just suggested for me, there is nothing to stop me from revealing myself to the world and claiming its throne as mine," Klaus says with an amused laugh.

I cannot tell if he's joking or not.

But more importantly, my attention wanders over to the night I visited the Pickett Mausoleum. Obviously, Mikael never even made an attempt to locate the Salvatores for some reason, but that doesn't reassure me at all. The fact that he waited to kill Klaus, despite knowing exactly where his bastard son was... What could that possibly mean?