Stefan rolled his eyes as Klaus revived the woman, but followed him out of the booth and out of the club. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he leaned against the rough brick and close his eyes, listening for nearing footsteps. The back door of the club burst open, a young man stumbled out, mumbling about being cut off. Stefan grabbed him by the shoulder and swung him around, his arms pinning the man where he stood seconds ago. “ What’s your name? ” Stefan asked the man, their gaze locking.“ Johnathan. Johnathan Gray. ”
Cocking his head to the side, Stefan brought a hand up to caress the young man’s face. “ You know, Johnathan, ” he licked his bottom lip as his gums began to ache. “ I don’t really care who you are. I just want to relive this later. ” With that, Stefan dove in, his teeth sinking in as the warm liquid filled his mouth, overwhelming his senses.
It was a glorious thing to behold : a vampire stalking and capturing its prey. Klaus always enjoyed watching the way other vampires hunted. Each one seemed to have a unique style, as though there was a RITUAL to it. Some were gentle, others savage. Some were quick, others took their time. And then of course, there were RIPPERS. Klaus shifted in the shadows, tilting his head to get a better look, but he stayed far enough away to give Stefan and Jonathan their moment. The frenzied feeding was downright FASCINATING to the original as he savored every detail of the show.
When all was over, Klaus stepped forward, a satisfied look in his eyes as he surveyed the carnage. ❝ Why do you bother with his name ? ❞ he asked, handing Stefan a handkerchief.
Stefan stepped back as Johnathan slouched to the ground, taking the handkerchief and wiping his mouth. “ Not who I was hoping for, but delicious nonetheless, ” he commented, his eyes darting to the body, now looking like a drunkard passed out in the shadows. “ You see, there’s this list that I keep. Each name is written down to relive, nay, relish the kill again and again. ”
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