Once Stefan has pulled over to the side curb Klaus steps out. He easily compels everyone in his path to ignore the bloodstains and makes his way into the luxury boutique. Within moments he’s sitting on a velvet sofa, sipping a cup of hot expensive coffee while he has various pretty sales girls present him with various articles of clothing. He raises his hand and motions Stefan over to him. “See anything you like Stefan?”
Stefan was both confused and surprised, but he walks over and sits on a chair, barely noticing the females rushing over to him. “I get to choose my own articles of clothing this time?”
“I’m not your mother, Stefan. And you’re a big vampire now. I assume you can pick out your own clothes.” He sets down his coffee and stands up. He moves over to one of the sales girls and takes her wrist in his hand. He holds it up to Stefan and smiles. “And what do you think of this watch?” The girl blushes as Klaus brings the wrist up to his lips and pushes the watch aside as he rakes his teeth across her skin. He bites down and takes a generous drink before moving on to another girl. He brushes back her hair and moves the scarf she’s wear aside. “Or maybe you prefer this scarf.”
Stefan can smell the blood rushing underneath her skin and his teeth bare, but he quickly composes himself and walks over, slipping the shoulder of her blazer down. “I happen to like the blazer,” he says, glancing at Klaus before he sinks his teeth into the skin of her shoulder, barely hearing the screams from both of the sales girls.
“Now that’s more like it.” Klaus smiles a bloody smile before continuing to feed on his sales girl.
Stefan knew he was pleasing Klaus, but he didn’t do what he did to please him at all, in fact he couldn’t even say why he did the things he did. Perhaps it was fear that Klaus would do something horrible to him, or perhaps it was just his own wants and needs, but whatever the reason was, he continued to drink the girl’s blood, taking more than a generous dose before he lifted his teeth from her shoulder and grinned, blood running down his face.
Klaus licks his fingers clean before dropping his girl to the floor and then saunters back to the sofa. “In the end your killer instincts always shine through. This is your true nature, Stefan. It’s about time you stopped fighting it.”
Stefan hated it, but Klaus was right; his killer instincts became the only brain he had when he was on human blood and that was never a good thing. “I thought we came here to buy clothes, not eat the ones who were offering to sell them to us.”
“Well they are a full service boutique.” Klaus grins.
“Well then what about the girl behind the mannequin back there?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow. “Shall we play with her or shall we make her suffer?”
"I like the initiative, Stefan. But tonight's games shall have to be paused. Pick a wardrobe. We should get back to the hotel. I have things to prepare."
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