Bad at Love

Chapter 33 - The End of the Affair

So after a long drive, we finally were pulling into some warehouse. 

I got out of the car and stretched my aching limbs. Klaus walked off until he stopped at a stone wall, and opened the back door.

"What are we doing here?"

Stephan asked as he walked over to him. I stretched once more before walking over. 

"I know how much you loved it here. Bringing back memories of the good old ripper days"

Klaus said as we looked seeing a big truck outside of the door he opened. 

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

Stephan said looking at the truck.

"Well that is a crying shame. The details are what makes it legend...Jessika, let me tell you a story, of a time you unfortunately missed out on..."

Klaus said looking from Stephan to me with a smirk. 

(Flashback 3rd person)

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. 

A car parked on the side of a bar, and a girl in the back was heard moaning, until you couldn't hear another breath from her. 

Stephan, dressed in a tux, pulled back, his eyes dark with the lust of blood, his mouth covered in blood, his fangs protruding. The girls neck had a nasty bite mark. 

Stephan caught his breath and fixed his hair. He took the white flower out of the now dead girls hair, and put it in his tux pocket. He wiped his mouth with his fingers, licked them and stepped out of the car like nothing happened. He straightened his tux and walked off. 

Stephan walked to the door of some brick building, passing a couple and knocked on the door. 

A small gated window on the door opened and Stephan nodded at the man behind it. The window closed and the door opened. Stephan walked in, patting the man on the shoulder, and walked down the hall through red curtains. 

There, was a bar, crowded with people of wealth and power. Music was live and people were dancing. Stephan stood on a second level, watching down at the crowd of humans. Dancing, sitting at tables, and drinking. Just scanning the room for his next victim. 

"Guess who my eyes just laid upon ladies. Lookin for a good time Mr. Salvatore?"

The singer on stage asked with a smirk. She was young and beautiful, but her hair was snow white. 

Stephan smirked, standing straight and putting his hands in his pockets.

"Save me a dance, Gloria"

Stephan said as he walked down the steps to the main floor. 

As Stephan went to reach for a glass of campaign, a blonde girl walked up and took it and as she went to walk away, Stephan turned to her. 

"Oh, please, help yourself"

Stephan said smugly. She smirked, turning around

"Oh I always do"

She said holding her glass up. Her British accent obvious.

Rebekah Mikaelson. 

Stephan smirked at her as she walked closer to him

"Careful, Mr. Salvatore"