"I know it's controversial, Stefan, but people actually like to have fun."
"You really think that's gonna work?"
"There's only one way to find out."
Damon strolled out of the house and slammed the door shut.
Stefan stood there, frowning at the closed door. He wondered how Damon could be so reckless. Elena wasn't like him. She had no reasons to turn her humanity on like Damon had, in the past. Beside him, Sybil appeared, wearing a pair of jeans with one of his shirts tucked in loosely. "You heard that?"
She shrugged. "I didn't hear anything." The truth was she did but Elena was their problem. Unless, of course, the doppelgänger began draining the town dry; then, it was her problem too. "Before you say anything, I have to go. Don't get me wrong, your brotherly problems are really interesting and all, but I've got to go see Klaus. I promised him I'd come back last night. Since I ended up falling asleep on your couch...I've got to apologize."
"Oh yea. Right. I'll see you later?"
She nodded and kissed his cheek. "That I promise."
What was Sybil doing? She liked Stefan. A lot. But Klaus was always going to be there. She sighed as she entered the car she was currently using.
The drive took barely ten minutes.
When Sybil arrived, she smelled a familiar-- and rather unsettling-- scent. She kept her steps light and inaudible to even the vampire's sensitive hearing. Klaus was in his room. Sweat laced the air and made her stomach drop.
There was a girl in there with him.
Hayley sat on the edge of a bed, fastening her bra.
"Running away, little wolf?" Klaus teased, ignoring the bad feeling in his gut. She smiled a bit but didn't say anything. He reached out and pulled her shoulder back a little, when he spotted a strange mark on her back.
She turned, "What?"
"That mark." He pointed, "I've seen it before."
"Yeah. It's a birthmark. People have those." She responded, nonchalantly.
Klaus smirked. "In my considerable lifetime, I've only seen that mark on a handful of others, all from the same bloodline-- a werewolf clan that once thrived throughout much of what we now call Louisiana."
"Don't lie to me-- not about this." She stood up and faced him.
He chuckled. "I wouldn't dare. Matters of family are sacred."
"Tell me."
Sybil walked into the room, tears brimming in her eyes. "Yes. Do, indeed, tell her." Where was her breath? Why did it hurt so much. Why was it no help seeing Klaus' heartbroken expression? She was the heartbroken one. Maybe she caused this. Ok. But, to see him be so blatantly inconsiderate with her feelings. After he's just said he never wanted to feel helpless again. How did he think she felt?
Hayley furrowed her brow and glanced between the vampire and immortal. She'd only met her once before so now was quite shocking. "Um, can I help you?"
"No-" Sybil paused, trying desperately to get her voice to stop shaking. "I shouldn't be here. I'll just-"
"Please, Sybil." Klaus pleaded. He turned to Hayley. "Get out!"
"Easy, dude." Hayley grabbed her stuff, "I'm assuming y'all have history and if y'all have history then you're older than you look. Which, by the way, you look 12."
Sybil scoffed. "I'm a two thousand year old psychic immortal." She angrily looked at Klaus. "I'm out of here anyway."
"Whatever. I'm gone, too."
