Amity

Chapter Eight

Amity climbs out of the car as they look at Chicago "Welcome back to Chicago, Stefan." Klaus tells him, putting an arm round his sister. "What are we doing here?" Stefan asks. "I know how much you loved it here. Bringing back memories of the good old ripper days?" Klaus questions. "Blacked out most of them. A lot of blood, a lot of partying. The details are all a blur." Stefan responds. "Well, that is a crying shame. The details are what make it legend. Word was the ripper of Monterrey got lonely, so he escaped to the city for comfort. It was Prohibition. Everything was off limits then, which made everything so much fun." Klaus tells him. Amity smiles slightly as she begins to remember their time in 1920's Chicago.

Smiling Amity follows her twin sister through the crowd of Gloria's; Rebekah reaches out and takes two glasses of champagne off a tray, stopping a man before he can take one himself "Ooh. Please, help yourself." the man, Stefan tells her. "Oh, I always do." Rebekah responds before leaning forward and licking Stefan's lips "Careful, Mr. Salvatore. You're still wearing your date. She's lovely." she tells him. Amity smiles and takes a drink of champagne as Stefan stops her sister forming walking off "No, no, no. Who are you?" he asks. Rebekah puts her finger to her lips before walking off with Amity "You do like to be a tease sister." Amity comments. "So do you, was that you and Anastasia I saw earlier?" Rebekah responds. "I don't kiss and tell." Amity smiles. "Oh, but where's the fun in that?" Rebekah pouts. "The fun is in seeing you whine and pout." Amity smirks before walking off, Rebekah following.