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twenty one

Sitting in a small jazz bar in Chicago, Saga and Nik sat cuddled up with each other while Rebekah stood helping herself to drinks, flirting with Stefan Salvatore before coming back to their booth. Gloria's singing rang through the bar from her place on stage, but the noise from a group of men across the bar including Mr Salvatore had annoyed Rebekah so she stormed from her seat to deal with the men's noise herself.

"She's certainly got your temper Niklaus." Saga teased lightly as she raised her glass to her lips that were painted red from her slipstick, the same one that is still lightly smudged on Nik's lips from earlier.

"Don't mock it darling. You love my temper or are you forgetting our friend in the alley?" Nik said leaning forward to press a small kiss on her lips, he moved in for another but she pulled away as she looked behind him.

"She's flirting with Mr Salvatore again."

"Let's leave her to her indiscretions and I'll take you home." Nik offered as he tried to ignore his sister and his wife's attempts to wind him up.

A few nights later, Rebekah had left the apartment they all shared earlier than Nik and Saga which was obvious cause for concern as she sat in a booth with Stefan feeding off a woman. Nik had sat through the night waiting for Rebekah to stop playing with her new plaything and at least greet her family. He had clearly reached his breaking point when he stood from the table and claimed they were leaving before storming off to Rebekah.

Saga sighed as her husband did this as they were having a nice night. She stood from the table and moved to where Nik and Stefan had started to get into a standoff with Rebekah putting herself in the middle.

"Boys, please. I can hardly breathe through the testosterone." Saga said as she stood beside Nik.

"So, this is the famous Stefan Salvatore I've been hearing so much about." Nik said as he placed his arm around Saga, "You're right. He does have funny hair. I'm bored, I wanna go."

"Then go without me I'm not your girlfriend." Rebekah said as she got in Nik's face.

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

"Niklaus." Saga warned as she moved his arm from her waist, "can we just sit down and have a drink? It's still early."

Sitting in the booth, the four were drinking and having fun.

"So, Stefan enlighten me. What makes you worthy of an original like my sister? She's pure vampire and you're nothing more than a diluted bloodline." Nik said as Stefan was sipping his champagne.

"Don't listen to him, Stefan. Nik's an elitist." Rebekah rolled her eyes.

"Well, I have the best. Why wouldn't I want the same for my sister?"

"And where's the rest of your family?" Stefan asked.

"Well, let's see. Um, I killed most of them."

"But not all."

"And you're ok with that?" Stefan asked Rebekah.

"Well, we all had the chance to choose a side, and I chose the right one, eventually."

"And you?" The question now pointed to Saga.

"Oh, I killed all of my family after they treated me like I was nothing when they heard that I was a vampire."

Their conversation got cut short by a man coming up to them and asking where his wife was.

"I don't know, I give up." Stefan replied.

"Think you're so tough?" the man asked, "Hiding in your bar, drinking your liquor. A telephone call to the Chicago P.D. might set you straight."

The four chuckled sarcastically, knowing that they could and would get away from any kind of trouble the man tried to cause.

Stefan faked a cough as he called for Lila, the man's wife to come over to their table. The man relieved she was alive and went to leave but Stefan had compelled them to stay at their table. Lila sitting next to Stefan who removed her gloves, while the man sat next to Klaus after having Saga switch seats with him to let her have a better view of the sadistic fun they were going to have.

"Stefan, don't be mean." Rebekah teased.

Stefan cut Lila's wrist open and had her bleed into his glass, "Thank you so much, Lila. Why don't you go and bandage that up?" Stefan took the glass and moved it to the opposite side of the table where the man sat, "I'd like you to join me for a drink."

"What kind of sick freaks are you?"

"I said drink."

The man then proceeded to take a sip, but he choked it back up out of disgust.

"I didn't catch your name." Stefan teased.

"Go to hell." The man replied as the table laughed again at his expense.

"You want another sip?" Stefan asked as the man replied that his name was Liam Grant.

"Liam Grant. Have another sip Liam."

Klaus then proceeded to clink their glasses together as Stefan demanded him to finish it. This made the Mikaelsons laugh again.