Same Old Love • Klaus Mikaelson • (NS Trilogy)

Chapter 3: Blonde Bombshells & Chicago Nostalgia

"Welcome back to Chicago, Stefan." Klaus said with mild enthusiasm.

"What are we doing here?" Stefan responds with a monotoned voice. Klaus grins.

"I know how much you loved it here. Bringing back memories of the good old ripper days." Klaus reminisced. I scoffed. I still can't believe Stefan was in fact a ripper. And worse than Damon.

Worse.

"Blacked out most of them. A lot of blood, a lot of partying. The details are all a blur." Stefan admits.

"Well, that is a crying shame. The details are what makes it legend Chicago, 1920's. Princess Arielle was not around to witness the extravagant moments." He taunted me. I scowled at him and rolled my eyes. "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."

"Never thought Stefan to be of the rebellious type." I admit, honestly. He shot me a look.

"Rebellious was hardly the word, love." Klaus responded.

Nayla is at a bar. She is conversing with her fellow partygoers.

"Guess who my eyes have just spied, ladies? Looking for a good time, Mr. Salvatore?" Gloria questioned.

"Save me a dance, Gloria." Stefan says smoothly. Nayla caught Stefan's face and she could hardly believe it. She makes her way through the crowd, although her petite figure could only get her so far.

He was seen to fetch a glass, but Nayla's best friend unfortunately beat her to the punch.

"Ooh. Please, help yourself." Stefan says sadistically.

"Oh, we always do." Nayla purrs with a smirk playing at her lips. She moves closer as does her friend. Rebekah licks his lips and whispers in his hear.

"Careful, Mr. Salvatore. You're still wearing your date. She's lovely." Rebekah and Nayla leave but Stefan reached for both, but grabbed Nayla.

"Have we met?" He questioned. Nayla looks from his eyes to his lips.

"From blatant memories and television ads I suppose, Mr. Salvatore." She deflects. She turns away and he caught her arm again.

"No, no, no. Who are you?" He questioned again. She tip toed so she can reach his ear.

"That is for another occasion, Mr. Salvatore." Nayla answered, avoiding confessing her identity. Rebekah pulled her away from Stefan.

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"Chicago was magical." Klaus said in a reminiscent type tone.

"I'm sure it was." I muttered, not mentioning I've been to Chicago before. They don't need to know about those times.

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

"Ready to get down to business, then?" Klaus asked.

"Why are we still with you? We had our fun, your hybrids failed. I mean, don't you want to move on?" Stefan interrogates Klaus.

"We're going to see my favorite witch. If anyone can help us with our hybrid problem, it's her." Klaus answered.

Nayla is dancing with Rebekah, but can't hear the music over a group of boys talking loudly. She moves away from Rebekah and over to a certain Salvatore's group.

"Sorry to put an end on your fun, but if you can't sharply nail an A sharp I suggest you shut the hell up." Nayla snapped. Stefan gives her an amused look.