Stefan leaned against the door frame of the illustrious mansion waiting for the door to open. “Klaus,” he nodded with a mischievous grin on his face, brushing past the man to take in his friend’s new residence. His feet moved lazily as he followed behind Klaus to the dining room.
He took a seat at the table, kicking his feet up onto a free chair. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Compelled the teachers so I’m homework-free. It’s trivial and insignificant, so why do it?” Stefan’s michevious grin grew wider as he turned to look at Klaus, almost looking for approval.
Once Stefan was settled, the devil-may-care smile firmly in place over his handsome features, Klaus took his seat opposite him. The original always admired this version of Stefan. It was genuine, real. No pretenses of heroism or pureness that all vampires inherently lack. ❝ Stefan, all of high school is trivial and insignificant, ❞ Klaus replied as he gestured with his left hand for the staff. ❝ I still don’t understand how masochistic you must be to endure it as many times as you had. ❞ Taking his cue, two women in pretty cocktail dresses walked in, stopping when each were standing beside the vampires. Clearly, they’d been compelled.
With a nod from Klaus, the women made a small incision in their wrists and let their blood flow into fine crystal glasses set on the table. Klaus wore a grin, always happy in any chance to show off. He had a point for why he invited Stefan over, but wanted to wait, leaving business for later. ❝ Surely you must be sick of it already. What’s your plan when it’s all over ? ❞
Raising a brow in agreement, Stefan crossed his arms in front of him. “What can I say? Apparently I’m a masochist, stuck with a face that forever looks hardly the legal age. I’m only sticking around to protect your precious doppelganger, Klaus.” Okay, maybe he was sticking around for other reasons, too. Selfish reasons like having another high school diploma to add to his growing collection. Sure, it was stupid, but it gave him something to do.
As the blood flowed into the glasses, Stefan’s eyes practically sparkled. He held out a hand once the woman to his side was finished, taking a long drink from the source before dismissing her with a brief nod. “I’m high-tailing it out of this boring town, maybe I’ll go visit Atlanta or New Orleans, maybe go abroad. Italy, perhaps? Honestly?” Stefan started, raising his brow as he took a drink from his glass, “I probably won’t settle down. That way, bodies can’t get traced back to me.”
