The youngest Mikaelson

Chapter 16 - 𝒮ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ𝓃𝓉

Chicago, 1921
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"Oh god, can't they shut up?" Rebekah asked angrily, when men, not far from us, laughed loudly again. We were in a bar trying to enjoy the music, but those men were too loud and it was getting annoying. "I'm going there," she announced and was on her way.

"Sorry to crush the fun, boys, but some of us actually came here to hear music. Not you." I was listening to Bekah.

"I am so sorry, sweetheart, are we offending you?" I heard some man answer her. I knew that voice. I had heard it somewhere already. I got up and went there.

"It would take a lot more than a baby face like this to offend me," Rebekah answered and was on her way back. I wanted to walk past her but she caught my arm, "Where are you going?"

"To that boy you just spoke to," I replied and approached the group of those men, if I could call them like that.

"Excuse me," I said, but regretted it immediately. I didn't even know if I wanted to talk to him. I didn't even know if it was him. Perhaps I was wrong. Maybe it was just some young boy playing on an adult man. Stefan couldn't be alive after all. It was some time since eighteen sixty four.

"Another complaint you would like to – Elizabeth?" Suddenly I was out of words. Which wasn't frequent. I just stood there and did nothing. It was really him. But it would mean he was a vampire.

"Stefan? How? How can you be?"

"Are we offending you too?" he tried to be cool, but it was obvious he was shocked to see me. Just as I was. But if he wanted to play, we were gonna play.

"It would take a lot more than your ego to offend me," I replied, smiling at him. The men around him laughed. Stefan didn't say anything so I encouraged him, "Are you gonna say something or you're gonna just stand here and pretend you don't know me?"

"Wanna dance?" he asked.

"You want to dance?" I answered with a question. He really just asked me to dance.

"Yes. You know what that is, don't you?" The men around him laughed again.

"Sure I do," I answered arrogantly, turned on my heels and walked to the parquet. Stefan followed right behind me. Of course it didn't go without further encouraging from that group of his.

He placed his hands on my waist and I placed mine on his shoulders. There was a slow song playing and we talked.

"Who turned you?" I asked him right away.

"You should know that, shouldn't you?" he said. I suspected it had been Kat and it probably been her. Who else, right? Even though, she had been so preoccupied with her plan to live. She would have hardly managed that. Someone else had had to kill them and finish what we had wanted to do.

"Know something about Katherine?" I asked him. He had to know something.

"Dead, they burned her along with the others," he replied simply.

"What? But she said she had a plan." She had planned it. There was no way she wouldn't have survived it. It's Katherine Pierce.

It was clear I didn't know about her just because of Nik. It would be dangerous for her to let me know that she was alive.

"Then it failed." On the contrary, her plan had worked perfectly. She had faked her death. She had faked her death to avoid more running from Nik.

"And Damon? Is he a vampire too?" I asked. Damon again. Why was he still there? He should have been buried somewhere down in my brain, where my mind could not enter.