Stronger than the rest

Chapter 3

We walk into a bar. One I have never been in before. it looks old but cosy, something I could get use to. Maybe I should change my bar in Manhattan.

"Looks familiar, doesn't it." Klaus states to stefan.

"I can't believe this place is still here." the Salvatore replies and a dark skinned woman is at the bar, her eyes widened slightly in shock.

"You got to be kidding me." she states and klaus smiles at her.

"So a hybrid walks into a bar, says to the bartender...." klaus dirfts off and she cuts in.

"Stop. you may be invincible, but that doesn't make you funny." I let out a small chuckle and her eyes look at stefan. "I remember you..."

"Yeah. your Gloria." this must be our witch. "shouldn't you be...." stefan starts. wait, did they know her in the 1920s?

"Old and dead? Now if I die, who's going to run this place, huh?" she smiles at us, well them two, probably not noticing me.

"Gloria's a very powerful witch." klaus says, probably more to me then stefan. I nod my head as I slowly start to walk around, looking at the place.

"I can slow the ageing down some. herbs and spells. but don't worry, it'll catch up to me one day." she says and we eyes finally flick to me as I brush my hand across the pool table. "so this must be the famous Evangelina I heard so much about from you and your sister in the 1920s." my eyes flick to her as I frown, before looking at klaus.

"Dont bore her with the stories..." Klaus states and I smirk jogging over to her.

"Go on, why was I so famous?" I encourage and she chuckles.

"You see, klaus never use to shut up about a girl named Evangelina. saying he will find her. it was pretty sweet until I found out why he wanted her. it was only when he let Elijah go for one or two years is when I found a true gentlemen who talked about her like a lady." I blush at the comment. They talked about me?

"Angel, why don't you go and fix us up a little something from behind the bar, with stefan?" Klaus asks and I nod my head, making my way to behind the bar with stefan while klaus and Gloria have a chat.

"You never mentioned about staying prisoner in a cell." Stefan says as I take out two glasses.

"It never came up." I state and he frowns.

"When did it happen?" I sigh, pouring some vodka in and then cranberry juice.

"I don't know the exact time but... after around 50 years of killing and draining towns around mystic falls. I moved to England and started a new life. Somewhere in the 1900s, I managed to get back to america. I fed on this man and got caught. they high jacked me with vervain and locked me up. now, my friend there, helped me escape because he knew who I was. And in his words, he respected his elders, considering someone i turned, turned him. I escaped. "I reply. "I don't know what happened to him." I take a sip of the drink and stefan nods.

"I'm sorry." he says and I shake my head.

"You don't need to be." he sighs before turning around and looking at the pictures.

"What is this?" I frown as stefan turns around with a photo in hand. A photo that looks old with Klaus and stefan in it. my eyes gaze to klaus as he smirks.

"Well, I told you, stefan. Chicago's a magical place." klaus replies.

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"This doesn't make any sense. why don't I remember you?" Stefan asks as we cross a street. this trip is absolutely boring. we are just going down Klaus's and stefan's past. it's boring.