Imagination is the key (stefan, Damon love triangle)

Chapter Seventy

The day was long and eventful. Shopping this morning with Rebekah and truthfully that wasn't too bad. She's no where near as uptight as Stefan, nor is she as controlling or just plain annoying as Klaus is. She didn't care that I was killing people willy nilly, several times she even joined me. At least I have someone to keep me company now. For the time being anyway. I'm sure i'll grow bored of her soon. Especially since she was hooked on Stefan. Who would have thought that Stefan had not only been friends with on Original but had been banging one too in the 1920s. I wonder how people back home would think of that fact.

Other than the shopping spree, i'd been plagued with memories from Lillian's life, and it really is bizarre that I had been involved with both Stefan and Damon in 1864. How did I still manage to feel drawn to them in this life too even after not knowing who they were.

I haven't told anyone what I had remembered it was private and frankly knowing that I had been in love with stefan once in my life already and with damon - it was weird and there was no way that I was going to tell Stefan what I remembered. Katherine had been right, history did like repeating itself. Stefan liked me, a lot - I can't say whether he's fallen in love with me yet but his feeling are strong and that in itself is a nuisance. It means that he cares about what happens to me, what I do, who I associate myself with, I don't need no fucking shadow. If I told him that we had been in love there would be no way that I could escape him. And we had been - in love. Each memory transports me back and I felt everything that Lillian had. I had feelings for Damon but I never managed to fall in love with him, I gave him up before I could. Katherine wanted both Salvatore brothers and apparently in that life I was selfless and gave everything to Katherine. How pathetic of me -cue eyeroll-. But I had been deeply in love with Stefan and remembering that was like torture, I turned my emotions off for a reason. I just hope he doesn't remember. That would be a pain in my ass.

Rebekah took a while to decided on clothes as she just spent the time complaining that us, girls, now dress like sluts. Her words not mind. Okay, alright, she might not have used the word slut but it was close enough.

"Klaus?" walking into Gloria's bar. It was silent and there was this distinctive smell in the air. "I'm not going to play hide and seek, where are you?"

"Out back!"

I hopped over the bar and followed his voice. "What did you need me for?"

I found a small, secret room out back. It looked like it was her voodoo room. A single table sat in the middle of the room, soaked in blood. Candles surrounded it, flickering shapes against the pale grey walls. Klaus was crouched down in the middle of the room. "Why are we here?"

He stood up. "Gloria's dead."

I looked down at his feet and Gloria' dead body laid, heartless. "Well that's unfortunate."

"Did you do it?"

I cocked a brow. "And why would I have done that?"

"For giving you your memories."

"I couldn't give a shit about some pointless memories." I rolled my eyes. "Why does everyone think i'm so petty? I'd kill her because i'm hungry or because she's annoying, not because she's made me remember things. Nothing i've remembered is even important."

"So you've had more flashes?"

"Yeah, so what? Nothing about you."

"I'd like to be kept updated."

I chuckled. "I'm sure you would, but I wouldn't count on it."

Klaus sighed and blurred around the room grabbing things. When he finally stopped beside Gloria's body he had a large carpet in his arms. "What-" Before I could even asked he laid it out on the floor and then rolled her body in it. "Improvisation at it's best." I commented.