"In a world where vampires had been forgotten by humanity, the story unfolds with the revelation of their existence. These ancient beings, originally hailing from Brazil, are the royal vampires, hidden from the collective memory of the world for cen...
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THE jazz club buzzed with the lively energy of the 1920s, its air thick with the sound of a swinging jazz band and the murmur of patrons enjoying their night. The soft glow of vintage lights cast a warm hue over the scene, illuminating the dancing couples and the smoky atmosphere. In the midst of this, Stefan and Rebekah twirled gracefully on the dance floor.
Klaus leaned against the bar, his eyes following Rebekah's every move with a rare, genuine smile. He raised his glass to his lips, savoring the moment. "Perfect moment," he chuckled to himself, taking another sip of his drink.
Estela, seated beside him, raised an eyebrow. "How so?" she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
Klaus turned his gaze to her, his smile widening. "Rebekah enjoying herself. And it seems I am too," he replied, his eyes twinkling with a rare hint of contentment.
Estela returned his smile with a half-hearted one of her own, her mind clearly elsewhere. She took a sip of her drink, trying to shake off the unease gnawing at her.
"But you seem troubled?" Klaus's voice softened, his concern evident.
"It's nothing. Just my own thoughts," Estela shrugged lightly, hoping to dismiss his inquiry.
Klaus's eyes narrowed slightly, sensing there was more to her words. "Actually," Estela began, but before she could continue, the sharp crack of gunshots shattered the air.
"Hands in the air! Now!" A group of armed men burst into the club, their guns trained on the patrons. Panic spread like wildfire, and the room erupted into chaos.
Without a moment's hesitation, Klaus grabbed Estela, pushing her down behind the bar as bullets whizzed overhead. Instinctively, Estela picked up one of the fallen bullets, examining it closely. "They're wood," she said to Klaus, her eyes widening with realization.
Klaus's expression darkened, his demeanor shifting from relaxed to deadly serious. "He's here," he muttered, the name hanging heavy in the air: Mikael.
Estela's heart raced. She knew the implications of Mikael's presence, the danger he posed. She turned to Klaus, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry to do this," she whispered, her voice trembling with urgency.
"Estela?" Klaus asked, confusion flickering in his eyes as he looked at her.
"You will forget you met me here. You will forget any interaction of me existed," Estela compelled Klaus, her voice firm and unwavering despite the turmoil inside her. She watched as the confusion in his eyes melted into a blank stare.
