Bad Blood || The Vampire Diaries [1]

17: The End of The Affair

   Klaus' plan to turn the werewolves he found at the Rocky Mountains to hybrids failed. Each of his hybrids had to be killed, or they bled out. They had gone rabid to the point where they went after Klaus and but Stefan and I. Stefan was bitten by Ray, and I was bitten by three other werewolves that decided I would be a great snack. Thankfully, Klaus was nice enough to give us his blood.

   After his plan failed, he told us that our next destination would be Chicago. He didn't exactly explain why we were going to the Windy City. Instead, he woke us up in the middle of the night and decided that Chi-town would be the best place to go.

   "Welcome back to Chicago, Stefan," Klaus chuckled as we got out of the car. We were in some some storage unit a few miles outside the city.

   "What are we doing here?" Stefan asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

   "I know how much you loved it here," Klaus hummed, opening a door and showing the night view of Chicago. "Bringing back memories of the good old ripper days?" The bright lights danced in the night, along with the sound of a few sirens and the distant echo of laughter.

   "Blacked out most of them," Stefan said, watching the city. "A lot of blood, a lot of partying. The details are all a blur."

   "Well, that is a crying shame," Klaus chuckled. "The details are what makes it legend. Word was the ripper of Monterrey got lonely, so he escaped to the city for comfort. It was prohibition. Everything was off limits then, which made everything so much fun." He turned his head from the marvellous view of the city to me, a small smile around his lips. "Chicago was magical." 

   I looked away from him, looking down at my shows instead. The look he gave me wasn't one that wasn't one that made me feel uncomfortable exactly. The look he gave me was one that resembled memories. It was as if he was remembering something from a long time ago.

   "Yeah, well, I'll take your word for it," Stefan sighed. "Like I said, I don't remember most of it."

   "Going to get down to business, then?"

   "Why are we still with you?" Stefan questioned, furrowing his brows in annoyance more than curiosity. "We had our fun, your hybrids failed. I mean, don't you want to move on?"

   Klaus' amused expression left his face. "We're going to see my favourite witch. If anyone can help us with our hybrid problem, it's her."

   His witch owned a bar right in the middle of the city. It had a baroque feeling to it, and I felt as if I knew the place. I had been there before, I recalled. I drank, I danced, I laughed, and... I don't remember most of it. My memory was still hazy with figures resembling silhouettes. It annoyed me to the point where I continued to crack my knuckles when it wasn't even necessary.

   "You got to be kidding me." A feminine voice stopped me from going to the walls filled with pictures.

   Klaus smiled. "So, a hybrid walks into a bar, and says to the bartender..."

   "Stop," the woman stopped him, shaking her head. "You may be invincible, but that doesn't make you funny." The woman was a rather tall lady with white hair and broad shoulders. She looked so familiar, but at the same time she didn't.

   "Thank you!" I breathed, shaking my head.

   The woman turned her head to me, a brow raising. "I remember you," she said. She then turned her head to Stefan. "And you."