KLEFAN (BOOK 3/4)

14 | PART ONE

stefan:

I couldn't see anything as if i was in pure darkness at least that's what i thought.

"jeez, you idiots couldn't really kill the ripper?, you had to bring him back to me still alive??", a door opened and had been slammed.

slowly after, I heard shuffling going on but couldn't tell how many guys or girls was in this room.I got side swiped by one of them and the hits kept coming, one of them must of had a really bad temper but not as much as mine.

I told myself i wasn't going to turn off my humanity anymore, and become... that thing; that killer; that ripper everyone always runs away from.

"you're not doing it right" I felt one big force of pressure and next thing nothing....

klaus:

he didn't deserve to pay for my mistake of trusting those werewolves in the first place, if hayley did run back into their arms like a sick puppy then maybe this whole war wouldn't be taking place. Who am i to really place blame, she didn't really have a choice, she could've died in the process.

i picked up the bottle of whiskey, took a long swig of it and threw it across the room. I'm never going to find him, sliding down the wall crying.

placing blame on anyone but the one who started it all, my cellphone ringed. I vamp sped over to see if it was Stefan. It wasn't it was his stupid brother calling. i guess i owe it to him to let him know his brother is missing.

"hello Damon"

"where's Stefan?, Klaus i know you was the last to see him."

"that's correct but the exact location, i do not know"

"you're playing games Klaus, tell me where my brother is"

"where isn't the question, who has him, is. Now do exactly as i tell you, meet me with your witch friend over at mystic cafe tonight, we will get him back."

"you must got some serious fee-" i hung up on him.

where are you???????