Mrs Mikaelson

Stefan Makes Liam Grant Drink His Wife

"This doesn't make any sense. Why don't I remember you?" Stefan asked, still staring at the picture as he Klaus and Isa walked back into the warehouse where the coffins were stored.

"You said it yourself, that time had a lot of dark holes," Isa answered, but Stefan ignored her.

"If you knew me, why haven't you said anything?" he persisted.

"I'm a little busy right now, memory lane will have to wait," Klaus answered but Stefan wasn't ok with that answer.

Stefan then pulled Isa to him, plunging a hand through her loose white top and into her chest as he squeezed her heart. She gasped as she struggled to breathe and Klaus turned sharply. "What the hell is going on? Answer me, or I rip out her heart," he threatened but Klaus didn't seem concerned in the slightest. In fact, he smiled at them. He grinned something wicked as he watched his wife grow angry.

Isa snapped the wrist that was inside her chest before pulling Stefan's arm out and flipping him onto the ground, a hand around his throat as she squeezed. "The only reason you are still breathing is because Nik wants you so. But the next time you try and pull a stunt like that, I'll make you suffer in ways you can't even imagine," she warned before leaning ever so close to him. "Now that, that is a threat." She stood, sticking her heel into Stefan's abdomen, a spot where his shirt had been raised and his skin was exposed. She looked down in annoyance at her blood-stained shirt that now had a hole in it, revealing part of her green lace bra. "You ruined my top."

"You know I like you better without one," Klaus said coming up behind her but she pushed him off, Stefan's acts putting her in a foul mood.

"Not now, Nik. Hurry up and wake up Rebekah so we can make some hybrids, kill some people, wake our family, and then take a nice long extended vacation after we drop Stefan back in the pitiful place that is Mystic Falls," she said quickly as she walked off into the warehouse.

Klaus smiled at Stefan. "Just like old times. We didn't get off to a brilliant start then either. To be honest, we both hated you."

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Chicago, 1920
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"It's late Rebekah we're leaving," Klaus said as he pulled Rebekah off a guy that she was making out with.

"Get off me!" she yelled as she shoved her brother off.

"Who is this guy?" Stefan asked standing and facing Klaus, reading to beat this guy down a few pegs for touching Rebekah.

"Don't! He'll kill you," Rebekah warned as she stood between them, holding Stefan back. "Nik's a lot stronger than he looks," she said as Stefan's hand curled around Rebekah's shoulders.

"So, this is the famous Stefan Salvatore I've been hearing so much about," Klaus said a small smile on his face. "Isa was right, he does have funny hair." Stefan gave a toothy laugh before Klaus continued speaking. "I'm bored. Isa's bored. We're leaving."

Rebekah stood toe to toe with Klaus. "Then go without me. I'm not Isa, I'm not your wife."

"No, you're my sister. Which means you have to do as I say," he whispered lowly as he spun Rebekah around, her back to his chest as he held her tightly before he glared at his sister's latest suitor. And the two men began sizing each other up.

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Present Day
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"Your sister? So, I knew another Original Vampire?" Stefan asked in disbelief as he scoured every inch of his long memory only to come out blank.