Elena was standing in front of Alaric’s loft. Or should she say Stefan’s? Doesn’t matter. She was at the place where Stefan and Rebekah were hooking up, maybe even having a threesome with Katherine, and she was about to end. Before she knocked she thought about how she would convince Stefan about Rebekah’s true colors. On her way here she had come up with a few ideas.
She could just drag him out of the house, abduct him. Because human girls are so much stronger than vampires.
She could just tell him the truth. “Sorry, Stefan, but your girlfriend is a lying cadela, puta who’s using you to get to us” But Rebekah would just say Elena’s jealous and Stefan would of course believe her.
She could say Damon left and she’s now all alone and she doesn’t want to be alone. So maybe Stefan could come with her? But Stefan would say she should go back to her parents house. Or Rebekah would suggest she lived with them. She had to get Stefan away from Rebekah, not get herself closer.
Elena sighed. She was not good in getting ideas. She took a deep breath and knocked. Stefan must’ve been nearby, because the door opened before Elena had even pulled away her hand.
“Elena” Stefan frowned. “What are you doing here? You need to go back. I’ll drive you”
Well, there’s a thought, Elena thought and smiled.
“Who is it, dear?” Rebekah’s voice was heard.
“As if you don’t know, slut” Elena mumbled full of bitterness. As if the word ‘slut’ was her palavra chave Rebekah appeared.
“Elena!” she exclaimed. “How wonderful to see you again! Why don’t you come in, have a drink, have a chat. It’s been ages since I last talked to another chick”
“Actually, Elena needs to go back” Stefan protested, though it was a weak attempt.
“Oh, don’t be so ridiculous” Rebekah said. She grabbed Elena’s arm and dragged her inside. “You get the wine, Stefan?” she asked sweet.
She could just drag him out of the house, abduct him. Because human girls are so much stronger than vampires.
She could just tell him the truth. “Sorry, Stefan, but your girlfriend is a lying cadela, puta who’s using you to get to us” But Rebekah would just say Elena’s jealous and Stefan would of course believe her.
She could say Damon left and she’s now all alone and she doesn’t want to be alone. So maybe Stefan could come with her? But Stefan would say she should go back to her parents house. Or Rebekah would suggest she lived with them. She had to get Stefan away from Rebekah, not get herself closer.
Elena sighed. She was not good in getting ideas. She took a deep breath and knocked. Stefan must’ve been nearby, because the door opened before Elena had even pulled away her hand.
“Elena” Stefan frowned. “What are you doing here? You need to go back. I’ll drive you”
Well, there’s a thought, Elena thought and smiled.
“Who is it, dear?” Rebekah’s voice was heard.
“As if you don’t know, slut” Elena mumbled full of bitterness. As if the word ‘slut’ was her palavra chave Rebekah appeared.
“Elena!” she exclaimed. “How wonderful to see you again! Why don’t you come in, have a drink, have a chat. It’s been ages since I last talked to another chick”
“Actually, Elena needs to go back” Stefan protested, though it was a weak attempt.
“Oh, don’t be so ridiculous” Rebekah said. She grabbed Elena’s arm and dragged her inside. “You get the wine, Stefan?” she asked sweet.
Tyler opened his eyes and gasped for air. The night was slowly giving in to the dia and Tyler was still tied onto that chair.
“Good morning, sunshine” Klaus said, who was sitting in front of him in Indian style. He had a small flask in his left hand. “I hope you’re hungry”
“Can’t you just let me go already?” Tyler said, who was having trouble breathing. Blood came streaming from his eyes. What was wrong?
“I can’t let you go” Klaus said. “Not before you had breakfast” He continued, waving the flask. He scribbled up and opened the flask.
Tyler pressed his lips together, but Klaus easily separated them and poured the blood that was in the flask into his mouth.
“Now you won’t be so eager to run off, now will you?” Klaus said as he untied Tyler.
“Good morning, sunshine” Klaus said, who was sitting in front of him in Indian style. He had a small flask in his left hand. “I hope you’re hungry”
“Can’t you just let me go already?” Tyler said, who was having trouble breathing. Blood came streaming from his eyes. What was wrong?
“I can’t let you go” Klaus said. “Not before you had breakfast” He continued, waving the flask. He scribbled up and opened the flask.
Tyler pressed his lips together, but Klaus easily separated them and poured the blood that was in the flask into his mouth.
“Now you won’t be so eager to run off, now will you?” Klaus said as he untied Tyler.