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Snippet from the latest chap!
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Something manic filled his eyes, his smirk widening. Fangs visible as he finally takes a drink from the old container.
"Each bottle pays homage, does it not? Blood from each of your victims, well the one's you enjoyed anyway. Just enough- " He takes another mouthful, slower this time, savoring the flavor of the limited mixture.
"To taste." He finished wiping the small amount of liquid that had trickled down his chin.
Throwing his arm out, gesturing slightly with the half empty bottle towards part of the wall that was blocked unless you stood right in front of it.
"And these are their names. Each and every victim plastered on a wall, unseen, by anyone. For decades." Klaus concluded, an air of satisfaction around him as Stefan stood there, stuck.
Unable to form a coherent reply to the sick revelation. He'd known him when he was at his Worst.
The Salvatore's mind fogged, thoughts speeding through him rapidly, but something making itself striking clear.
This man didn't know this Stefan, and he was never going to be able to reach the other him again. His will held firm as he remembered the dark period of his life. Trying to remember the strange guest he had.
But to no avail, his mind blanked as he tried to conjure the memory. But obviously he knew him well enough to divulge his secrets. Annoyance ate at him as he tried desperately to pull up something. The almost mechanical blankness of his memory grating on his nerves.
Groaning out, he comes to a decision to just ask.
"How do you know me? Why would I have shown you this? I- i don't remember you at all!" His voice raised, anger taking hold, nothing was making sense and the only person who seemed to have answers stood there like this was a normal occurrence, as if he knew Stefan wouldn't be able to recall their time. His smirk returned as he re-placed the dusty bottle.
"Alright, alright, relax mate" he moved closer, closing the unwanted memories away again and steadied his eyes on Stefan's.
Practically stalking the enraged man, he closed in quickly. His speed was almost imperceivable as shock and confusion rocked through the still reeling vampire.
"But not like this." Grabbing at the dark haired man's shoulders his eyes dilated, words flowing confidently into the now limp vampire's mind.