Evelyn Gilbert (TVD)

The Birthday

Evelyn

"Rudy!" A blonde woman steps out of her house, whistling for her dog. "Rudy! Come on, it's too hot for me to come looking for you." She descends the steps and picks up his leash.

"You have a lovely home." She jumps, spinning around with a gasp.

"I'm so sorry. My girlfriend didn't mean to scare you," Klaus says with a charming southern drawl. I discreetly glare at him, but he ignores it.

"Can I help you two?" She asks, her voice tinged with suspicion.

"Yeah, our car ran out of gas a couple miles back. We've been walking forever, and yours is the first house we've come across. We were hoping to use your phone," he explains.

"Don't you have a cell phone?" she asks, glancing between us.

"Yeah, but the batteries died a few miles back." I show her my phone, the screen dark.

"Look, I promise we're not serial killers. We just need to use your phone."

She sighs reluctantly. "Sure." She starts to turn around.

"So... we can come in?" Klaus smiles, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"No. I'll get the phone and bring it out to you." She nods firmly.

Klaus's smile fades. "I thought you country folk were supposed to be more trusting." His southern accent vanishes.

"I'm from Florida," she retorts, her tone sharp.

"I love the attitude." I smirk, vamping to her side and wrapping my hand around her neck. "Now, show us a little southern hospitality... and invite us in," I compel.

"You can come in," she croaks, her eyes glazing over. Klaus grabs her arm, and we step inside. The house is eerily quiet, save for the faint sound of someone talking in the kitchen.

As we move closer, a woman turns around from putting food in a bowl, her eyes widening in shock as she sees us. "What's going on?" She questions, her voice trembling with a mix of confusion and fear.

"Please don't be alarmed. I'm told Ray Sutton lives here," Klaus tells her.

"He's almost never here. He's on the road mostly," the woman replies, her voice wavering slightly.

"But I expect he makes it home once a month," I add, stepping closer, my eyes fixed on her. "And if you don't want any trouble, you'll tell us exactly where he is."

"If I have to make you tell me... it's going to be infinitely more painful for you." Klaus smirks, his eyes cold and unyielding. The woman stares at us for a second, her face pale with fear, before she bolts, running down the hallway. I follow after her, my footsteps echoing ominously.

She flings open a door, only to scream in terror when she sees Stefan leaning casually against the door frame, his eyes dark and menacing.

"I love it when they run," Klaus chuckles, walking towards us while pulling the blonde along with him.

"He's in Tully. It's near the border. A bar called Southern Comfort. It's off Highway 41," she blurts out, desperation in her voice.

"Thank you, my love. Now... may my friend come into your home?" Klaus asks, his tone deceptively gentle.

"Yes," she cries, tears streaming down her face. Stefan opens the screen door and steps inside.

"Kill this one quickly," Klaus orders, shoving the blonde towards me. "Make that one suffer," he tells Stefan, his voice dripping with malice. "I'll be in the car." He turns and walks out, the door closing with a final, ominous thud.