━━━ 'right. and then she stole your credit card and spent all your money so you had to commit fraud the entire way back'
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𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 a
girl from a broken
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(give, receive)
Chicago was interesting, to say the least. Margot didn't have any strong feelings toward the city other than the fact that she hated wind.
"Where are we going?" Stefan asked from the backseat of the car, watching as Klaus's hand spun on the wheel as they turned.
"We're going to see my 2nd favourite witch. If anyone can help us with our hybrid problem, it's her."
"Stefan! Stefan!" A sixteen-year-old Margot yelled as she ran down the stairs of their shared home.
"Yes?" Stefan answered as he wiped a drop of blood from his lower lip as he dropped a woman's body to the ground.
"Look!" she shouted excitedly as she turned herself invisible.
His eyes widened as he glanced around the room. "Where'd you go, sweetie?"
She only giggled as she continued to move around the room completely invisible. "Come find me!"
Klaus held open the door as he let both Stefan and Margot inside the bar before he followed. "Looks familiar, doesn't it?" he asked as he glanced at the vampire.
"I can't believe this place is still here."
A woman walked out from the backroom with a smile on her face. "You gotta be kidding me."
"So, a hybrid walks into a bar, says to the bartender–"
The woman put her hand up, "Stop. You may be invincible, but that doesn't make you funny..." She paused as she glanced at Margot, a scowl quickly appearing on her face as she spoke up, "Her kind aren't welcome here. She can wait outside."
Margot let out an annoyed chuckle while both Klaus and Stefan glared at the older witch. Margot should've seen it coming. Witches hated siphoners. It was a fact. That didn't stop the stinging feeling it left in her chest though.
It felt like her father was standing right in front of her. She shouldn't be scared, she should be angry. Why was she scared? What was wrong with her?
She could feel Stefan's hand slowly move towards her own, gripping hers tightly as he listened to her uneven heartbeat. He focused on the hard beats of her heart as he restrained himself from killing the woman.
"My friend stays," Klaus warned the witch after he heard the spike in Margot's heart rate. Dead or alive, young or old, witches were a pain in his ass.
Gloria looked Margot up and down, her eyes taunting her. "Alright. The abomination can stay."
"Nice to meet you too," Margot said sarcastically as she walked away, going behind the bar to make herself a much-needed drink.
She poured a couple of shots of vodka into a glass before adding orange juice and grenadine. Once she was done, she quickly downed the vodka punch before making another.
