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Chapter 30

       Klaus stopped his car, allowing Stefan to get out of the passenger seat, and me out of the back.
        "Welcome back to Chicago, Stefan." Klaus said to Stefan.
        "Why are we in Chicago?" Stefan asked confused.
        "I know how much you loved it here. Bringing back memories of the good old ripper days?" Klaus said, smiling at the ripper.
       "Blacked out most of them. A lot of blood, a lot of partying. The details are all a blur." Stefan said with a monotone voice, not looking at either Nik or I.
        "Well, that is a crying shame. The details are what make it legend." Klaus said, diving into a story from 1920. "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."
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Chicago, 1920
                                      3rd POV
        Young vampire ripper Stefan Salvatore walked inside Glorias bar in Chicago. The good old roaring twenties music was playing all around, as the beautiful bartender name Gloria greeted the young, handsome man.
          "Guess who my eyes have just spied, ladies? Looking for a good time, Mr. Salvatore?" Gloria said, making Stefan smile at her kind words.
         "Save me a dance, Gloria." Stefan says, still flattered, reaching for a glass of champagne, but before he could touch it, a beautiful blonde reaches out to grab it. "Ooh. Please, help yourself." Stefan said, looking at the young woman. She looked like someone he once knew, someone from his past.
          "Oh I always do." Rebekah Mikaelson said, leaning in, whispering into Stefans ear, vamping out. "Careful, Mr. Salvatore. You're still wearing your date. She's lovely." She whispered. She smiles, getting ready to leave, when Stefan eagerly grabs her arm, spinning her around.
            "Who are you?" He asked the blonde.
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Iris' POV
          "Chicago was magical." Klaus said after telling a small part of his story, not revealing who the 'mystery blonde' is, leaving me rather intrigued. I wasn't near Chicago in 1920. I was actually in Vegas, looking for my brother, and running from Mikael.
           "Yeah, well, I'll take your word for it. Like I said, I don't remember most of it." Stefan said, looking in my direction.
           "I'm rather interested in this story, brother." I said to Nik.
           "Why am I still with you? We had our fun, your hybrids failed. I mean, don't you want to move on?" Stefan asked my brother.
          "We are going to see my favorite witch. If anyone can help with the hybrid problem, it's her." Klaus said.
            "I'm just going to pretend that didn't hurt." I said to my older brother.
            "I'm not allowing you to use the one thing you can use against me, or I will kill Stefan." Klaus said, smirking at me. Klaus guides Stefan and I into 'Glorias Bar'.
            "Looks familiar... doesn't it?" He asked Stefan, smiling. It was a rather rustic bar, tiny but roomy. It's cute.
            "I can't believe this place is still here." Stefan said, smiling and looking around.
           "You've gotta be kidding me." A woman said. I removed my gaze and Adoration from Stefan, and move my gaze to a older woman. I'd say she's around fifty, and she has a shaved head, but you can't see her skin. Shes a Carmel color, and in her old age is still utterly stunning.
          "So a hybrid walks into a bar, says to the bartender..." Klaus starts, attempting to make a joke.   
          "Stop. You may be invincible, but that doesn't make you funny." Gloria says, cutting Klaus off. I snicker, and look at Stefan, who doesn't remove his eyes from Gloria. She finally turns her attention to him. "I know you."
            "Yeah. You're Gloria. Shouldn't you be..." Stefan starts, being careful with what he says.
           "Old and dead? Now if I die, who's going to run this place, huh?" Gloria asked, laughing.
           "Gloria's a very powerful witch." I said, sensing her power, causing her to look at me.
           "You're an even more powerful one. You're a hybrid yourself." She said, glaring at me. "I can slow the aging down some. Herbs and spells. But don't worry, it'll catch up to me one day." She says, turning back to Stefan.
           "Stefan, why don't you go and fix us up a little something from behind the bar?" Klaus asked. "And why don't you follow him, Iris?"
            "We don't have a choice. Let's go Steffy." I said, grabbing his arms, dragging him behind the bar. Stefan and I were sitting behind the bar. I was on the counter, and he was leaning against the wall. I know he was listening into the conversation, but I couldn't help but admire his features. His flawless features.
             "staring is quite creepy." Stefan said to me, smiling.
              "It's not creepy when the thing you're staring is incredibly handsome." I said, smiling.
             "No. I think that's stalking." He said, laughing at me, walking over to where I'm sitting, making our faces really close.
           "If you're gonna kiss me, do it." I said, smiling. Stefan smiled, leaning in, making our lips meet. The kiss was quick, but very missed. Stefan looks behind me, making me turn around, confused. Stefan grabbed a picture behind me, examining it. "What?" I looked at the picture. It was a picture of Klaus and Stefan in the twenties. 
             "Oh my god." Stefan said, looking at me.
             "You knew my brother? In the twenties?" I asked.
              "I've never know Klaus until now... I..." Stefan started to stutter.
              "Well your hair has definitely gone downhill, Stef." I said, laughing at him. "Eighteen Sixty-Four was your best hairstyle."
               "That's just means." He said, laughing. Stefan takes my hand, dragging me out to my brother. "What is this?" He asked accusingly. My brother grabs the photo out of Stefans hand, laughing.
             "Like I told you Stefan, Chicago was a magical place."
              "How? This is you and I." Stefan said.
              "Way to state the obvious." I said, smiling at the Salvatore.
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          Klaus took us back to the warehouse where my siblings laid.  
          "This doesn't make any sense. Why don't I remember you?" Stefan asked, still looking at the photo. Klaus sighs, looking at the confused and eager Salvatore.   
          "You said it yourself: that time had a lot of dark holes." Klaus said, mocking what Stefan had said earlier.
           "No, if you knew me, then why haven't you said anything?" Stefan asked, growing more angers. I place my hand on his shoulder, standing behind him.
           "I'm a little busy right now. Memory Lane will have to wait." Klaus said, walking to one of the caskets.
           "What the hell is going on? Answer me." Stefan demands my older brother, who turns around and sighs.
           "Let's just say we didn't get off to a brilliant start. To be honest, I hated you." Klaus said, finally answering the vampire, diving back into the story.
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Gloria's Bar, Chicago, 1920
                                    3rd POV
        The ripper was feeding on an innocent woman when the Original starts feeding on the other side of her neck. They start to make out because she was completely drained of blood. Stefan stopped kissing Rebekah, looking at her necklace that has Intricate detailing.
           "It's beautiful." Stefan said, touching it.
          "A witch gave it to me. Supposedly it's magical." She said to him, smiling. Stefan returns the smile, letting the necklace go.
           "And is it?" Stefan asked, admiring the woman's beauty.
            "Well it brought me live, didn't it?" She asked him, smiling. They went to kiss again, when the young woman was forcefully thrown off of Stefan.
           "It's late, Rebekah, we're leaving." Niklaus Mikaelson said annoyed, tugging on his little sisters arm.
         "Get off of me." Rebekah said, slapping her older brothers hands that were still latched around her arm. Stefan stood up, looking at Klaus.
          "Who is this guy?" Stefan asked, not removing his glare from Niklaus.
          "Stefan, don't. He'll kill you. He's a lot stronger than he looks." Rebekah said, warning the young vampire.
          "So this is the famous Stefan Salvatore. I've been hearing so much about. You're right, he does have funny hair. I'm bored. I want to go." Klaus said, turning to his younger sister.   
         "Then go with out me. I'm not your girlfriend." Rebekah said, glaring at her brother. Klaus looked at his younger sister, rolling his eyes at her words. How dare she be so rude and foolish to speak to him like that.
"No, you're my sister, which means...You have to do as I say." Klaus said. "Do I need to remind you of Iris and Elijah?"
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Iris POV
"You're sister?" Stefan asked looking at Klaus in complete and utter shock. "So I knew another Original Vampire?"
"If you can't handle it, then don't ask." Klaus said to Stefan, walking over it one of the coffins opening it. I walked by his side, shivering when I saw my sisters body completely desiccated. Even in death she is beautiful. I snuffle back some tears as I touch her cold face, looking up at my brother. Stefan walked next to Klaus and I, looking at my sisters face.
"I don't recognize her." Stefan said softly, afraid of upsetting Klaus with his honest words. Klaus chuckles slightly, turning around to the scared vampire.
"Well, don't tell her that. Rebekah's temper is worse than mine." Klaus said as Stefan looked at me for help. I shrugged my shoulders nodding.
"It's true." I said. Klaus looked back at Rebekah, pulling the dagger out of her chest.
"Time to wake up, little sister." Klaus said, looking at me, annoyed. "Any day now, Rebekah." Rebekah didn't get up, she just laid there desiccated. "She's being dramatic."
"Look, why don't you just tell me what the hell is going on? I mean, you obviously want me here for a reason, right?" Stefan asked. I crossed my arms, leaning onto my sisters casket, looking at the hybrid.
"You have many useful talents." Klaus said, making Stefan tilt his head in confusion.
"Do I?" He asked, looking at me and my brother. I shrugged, not knowing what was going on with my brother and his words.
"In fact... I learned some of my best tricks from you." Klaus said, diving into another story from the nineteen-twenties.
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Glorias Bar, Chicago, Illinois
1920
Klaus was sitting at a table with his new found hate and his sister. Rebekah looked at the youngest Salvatore, glaring at him.
"So Stefan, enlighten me. What makes you worthy of an Original like my sister? She's pure vampire and you're no more than a diluted bloodline." Klaus said, speaking highly of his sister, and himself. The youngest at the table laughed slightly, yet he was very annoyed.
"Don't listen to him, Stefan. Nik's an elitist." Rebekah said, glaring right back at her older brother, who has the ego the size of his lifespan.
"Hmm. And where's the rest of your family?" Stefan asked, making Rebekah tense at his side. Klaus laughed slightly, smiling at Stefan.
"My eldest brother Finn is daggered. My youngest brother is daggered. My older brother Elijah is also daggered. My pesky youngest sister is running in Europe, hiding like a cowardly bitch that she is." Klaus said, thinking about the only person who could kill him. Stefan thought the name sounded familiar, but shook off the thought that his best friend was related to Klaus.
"And you're okay with this?" Stefan asked the beautiful blonde. Rebekah smiled at the very handsome man.
         "Well, we all had the chance to choose a side. I chose the right one, eventually." She reached out, touching her brothers hand, making him smile slightly. "Our sister, however, chose the wrong side." Stefan nodded as a man walked by the table, looking directly at Stefan.
        "Where the hell is my wife?" He asked, practically spitting on Stefan, speaking in fear and blind rage. Stefan looked around the bar for a few seconds.
        "I don't know. I give up."  Stefan said, looking at the guy, mocking him slightly.
         "You think you're so tough? Hiding in your bar, drinking your liquor? A telephone call to Chicago P.D. might set you straight." The man said to the amused, and annoyed, vampire. Klaus turns to Stefan, smiling and laughing at the mans threats.
      "Lila? Lila, please. Come here for a second." Stefan says, looking at a beautiful brunette who walked into the light when he called her name. The man turned to his wife, grabbing her arm.
         "Oh, thank God. Come on, we're leaving." He grabbed the woman's hand, trying to drag her out of the bar. Stefan stops the man, reaching his arm out to stop the man.
        "Oh, no, no, no, no. No. You're sitting."  Stefan said, compelling the man. The man sat down next to the Original Hybrid, and Lila day down next to Stefan. He grabbed her hand, taking off her shut glove, setting it down nicely onto the table. Reaching into his  pocket, Stefan pulled out a pin knife. Grabbing an empty champagne glass, Stefan took the small blade, cutting the young woman's wrist, allowing her blood to seep into the cup, filling it half way. "Thank you so much, Lila. Why don't you go and bandage that up?" Stefan asked her. She nodded, walking into the ladies room, not looking at her husband. Stefan takes his gaze off the woman, looking at the very panicked man. "I'd like you to join me in a drink." Stefan pushed them glass to the man.
        "What kind of sick freaks are you?" The man asked Stefan, trying to get up.
        "I said drink!" Stefan yelled, compelling the young man. The man reluctantly picked up the glass, meeting the glass to his lips, sipping his own wives blood.
      "Finish it." Stefan said, impressing the Original.
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