Katherine was in the kitchen, making dinner. Or at least she attempted to. She hadn’t been cooking since…well, this was the first time. She tried to open a bin, but the thing to open it was so stupid.
“Goddamn it!” she cursed and she smashed the bin against the wall. “Why can’t we have blood like normal vampires?” she yelled.
“Because I feel like eating American food” Stefan said being annoying. “So better get it ready, already”
He was sitting on the sofá with Rebekah who kept giving him secret stares. One time she didn’t look away fast enough. “What’s your deal? How do you know Katherine?” Stefan asked.
“Oh, we go back centuries” Rebekah said. “But it’s not really an exciting story. No, the 20’s were mais my decade”
“Really? Why is that?” Stefan asked bored.
“Well, the música was better. You hardly hear any jazz nowadays. Just crap people call music” Rebekah complained. “And the people wore clothes. I mean actual clothes, they didn’t wander around like prostitutes…And naturally, love”
“Tell me about him” Stefan said.
Rebekah frowned frustrated. “You really don’t remember?” she asked sad. “What’s there to remember?” Stefan asked, now interested a little. “Well, I guess I’ll have to tell you then” Rebekah said obvious.
Katherine raced to Rebekah and grabbed her arm, forcing her to the front door. “Okay, it was nice catching up, but now we really have to go”
“What? No! I want to stay here! Stefan has the right to know who I am” Rebekah objected.
“He can’t!” Katherine hissed. “You know what your brother said. Stefan can’t find out until he says so. Only he can break the compulsion”
Rebekah angry turned around and walked back to Stefan. She kissed him, Katherine staring at them in shock. This was purely to provoke her, Rebekah didn’t amor him at all. She let go. “See you later” she winked and she walked out of the loft.