Stefan looked at Samantha out of the corner of his eye. He looked over his shoulder to assess the activity level of the bar. It was a little before noon, so only a few people were in the restaurant. He moved like lightning, faster than the human eye could see. He pushed his supposed sister against a shelf in the storage room, arm against her neck. “Who are you?!?” Stefan growled at the woman, the veins around his eyes darkening ever so slightly. “My sister is dead. How dare you pretend to be her! Trying to play with my emotions!”

Stefan kept his arm against her neck. Not choking or harming the other, but not budging from it’s place, either. There was a bitter taste in his mouth. He hadn’t heard the names of his siblings in decades, and he wanted to keep it that way. Minimize the hurt. Minimize the humanity.