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fifty shades of stefan } { tonight the (whoo!) will hit the fan [1922]

[Continued from here.]

The thing that Stefan loved about the twenties is that everything is an indulgence. Even the simplest thing, like taking the girl that he and Rebekah were sharing earlier out and finishing the job is treated like something rare and delicious. The entire atmosphere just screamed luxury and the seductive taste of the forbidden. It's the simple pleasures that have kept driving him forward since Damon left him reeling and bloody, rather than drowning in the guilt and self-loathing that makes him want to stab a stake through his chest.

This? This is infinitely more fun.

His voice is a low, seductive purr as he pushes Maria - Maria Walsh, from Oklahoma City - up against the wall and let his lips tease over her skin. She gives a soft, breathy giggle as he does, not making any move to push him away, but for the sake of propriety needing to put up some kind of protest. "Oh, Mr. Salvatore. What would your girl say?"

He gives a soft chuckle against her skin, taking in the scent of her blood with a deep breath, before murmuring. "I don't think she'll mind."

And with that he'll sink his fangs into her neck and start drinking her dry. Her blood tastes like whiskey and cigarettes, that delightful combination that goes right to his head in a way that no high ever could. God, he loves this decade. He hopes it never ends.

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Her face flickers for a moment, something that's almost akin to sadness. She misses her home in New Orleans, more than she can say. She knows that she's ruined that for her and her family, and it is her cross that she must bear, but she still misses the life she used to have.

"It is. My family has lived there for many years."

Diana caught the flicker. And for the first time, she didn't feel like a cat, ready to bear her claws at this woman. Or, probably more appropriately, she didn't feel like she was ready to pounce at her.

She switched flawlessly over to French.

"It sometimes reminds me of Paris," she said, smiling sadly. "All of the gaiety and the life, busting out of the seams. I miss it sometimes."

But only sometimes. She hadn't been in the best of places back then.

The touch of French makes her smile, a bit more pleased than sad memories of New Orleans in the past and she nods, responding in kind. "As do I. I haven't been back to Europe in a very long time, let alone Paris."

But she loves the United States as well. They're a brash, industrious melting pot of people. It's quite amazing to see.

"Me neither," Diana said, warming up by the second. She'd been unfair, she supposed. She might be just as defensive, if she saw a beautiful woman eying her latest beau. "But I would love to go back, someday."

Paris in particular. So many memories. On the other hand, they were all wrapped up in Joseph.

Idly, her fingers played with the engagement ring she still wore.

"You know what I miss the most about Paris? The way the air smells."

Rebekah considers for a moment as she tries to remember. It had been so long ago, and odds are they haven't left on the best of terms. She's tried to forget the things she loved there, if for no other reason than protect her own heart for the things she missed. Even the things she shouldn't.

"I can't say for sure. It's been centuries now."

Centuries. That was frightening.

Diana shrugged, trying to remain calm. "It's the bees knees," she replied mildly. "Not like the air here."

Yep. She's a scary one. She smirks a bit at that, before leaning back in the booth. "I wouldn't say that. America has it's own charms. The people here are so much more willing to go after what they want. They ... lack inhibition. There's something refreshing about that." There's a pause. "Provided they don't go too far, of course. Men can be scoundrels when given too much leeway."

And that tendency for depravity usually earns them Rebekah's teeth in their neck if they're not too careful.

"And how!" Diana agreed, perking up a little. "The people here are just so...hungry. For everything!" It was the first thing to occur to her when she arrived in California, anyway. The newest of the new. Still rough around the edges and primed for...anything.

She leaned in a little bit, lowering her voice. "Between you and me," she continued, "I think there's something special about vampires who are from here. Something different. Like your fella."

Her eyebrows climb slightly at that, before glancing over her shoulder in the direction Stefan left in, before turning back to her, and leaning in to look at her more closely. There isn't much of a difference between her and Stefan, beyond the fact that she's an Original and he is most assuredly not. That must mean there's something different about Diana.

"How do you mean?"

"I don't know if I can explain it," she said. "It's like...they, more than any other vampire, experiences the sense that anything is possible."

Probably because the New World, unlike the old one, wasn't en-mired in tradition and The Way of Things. The world was still taking shape and still figuring out what it was. Which meant that all the vampires there were doing the same.

"They're all a lot younger too," she added. "You know how young people are."

Diana knew. She desperately wanted to feel that way.

She hums softly in consideration, before nodding. She thinks she remembers what it was like to be young, but sometimes she can't help but feel it's slipping away, the older she gets. "I'm afraid I don't." She doesn't say it to be condescending. In fact, there's something more wistful to it than anything else. "I haven't been young for much longer than it has been since I've seen Paris."

The wistfulness earned Rebekah some sympathy in Diana's eyes. It always meant something when an Elder wanted that lost youth.

It meant that they weren't so far gone...

"I think," she said, "that if things go the way they're going now, one day the vampires born here are going to rock the foundation of the world as we know it." For the better, of course. Diana had so much faith in them.

She hums softly in agreement. She wouldn't be surprised. They always did seem to have some influence in things over the years. But theirs is also a secret to be kept, which can be difficult if they're doing things that will change the world.

"Perhaps. But that is a risk for all of us, in the end."

It was only a risk if you feared change. And Diana, over the decades, had become someone who embraced it.

She looked forward to the new world.

It had to be better than the last one.

Changing the subject, Diana found her eyes drawn to the pendant hanging from Rebekah's neck. "That's beautiful," she said. "Where'd you get it?"

"This?" Rebekah glances down at the necklace around her neck, one hand raising over it protectively. It's one of the few things she still has left of her mother, and she doesn't intend to lose it for anything. "A witch gave it to me, a very long time ago."

Diana knew precious little about witches. She tended to conflate them with mages, which was a whole different ball of wax.

Fortunately (or unfortunately) her attention was beginning to drift away from the necklace to Rebekah's neckline. She was really gorgeous. And now that Diana had decided not to hate her, she couldn't help but notice it.

Stefan certainly had a type too, didn't he?

"How about a dance?" she asked suddenly.

It's not to say that Rebekah isn't open-minded. She's had her fair share of female lovers throughout the centuries, often finding them more pleasing than men on more than one occasion, but most of it has always happened behind closed doors. Dancing with another woman in that capacity (she noticed her eyes lingering on her neckline, she can read between the lines, as harmless as the suggestion may seem) isn't done, and while Rebekah isn't normally one to care, after New Orleans, she isn't sure she should be attracting that kind of attention.

"I - "

Unfortunately for both Rebekah and Diana, as if on cue, Klaus swoops in to ruin the day.

"As flattered as I'm sure my sister is, she already has a dance partner for the evening." One that has been thoroughly vetted by him and already put up with the majority of Klaus's bad behavior - and maybe even likes him for it.

It wasn't the presence of another vampire that disturbed Diana so much as his instant use of a familial term. Before she even turned to look up at the newcomer, she knew he was going to be dangerous.

She could feel a thrum of it in the air, like a string on her Spanish guitar vibrating.

Then she turned to look.

The first thought to jump into her head was that he had the jawline of an ape. It was very much the wrong time to be amused, but the thought put her a little bit more at ease. Enough to play her part. "Well, isn't that a shame?"

That's a very amusing thought that she should share with Rebekah sometime. It might be interesting to play the make fun of Nik game with someone who could keep up with her and wasn't constantly trying to stay in Klaus's good graces.

"Diana, this is my brother, Nik. Nik, this is Diana, she's a friend of Stefan's."

"I heard." Stefan slips back into the booth next to Rebekah, followed by Klaus who's wolf-like gaze remains fixed on Diana. "How fortunate, to run into an old friend here of all places."

She immediately saw some kind of accusation in that, like she'd been stalking Stefan. It was hard enough protesting her innocence when she was guilty but...when she was innocent?

No. She didn't like this fella.

Then again, she supposed warily, she hadn't liked Rebekah at first either. She had to remind herself not to judge based on first impressions. After all, she'd found Stefan in a pool of blood.

So she turned on the charm, amping her Awe up a little to make herself look more appealing (which wasn't hard, but she still wasn't sold on the wig) and she smiled. "Stefan and I seem to have the most amazing luck when it comes to running into one another," she said.

"Oh really. How ... clandestine." Klaus doesn't really seem all that impressed, but at the same time, she's not really impressed by much. He just settles back in his seat to watch her carefully, noticing how she is very attractive.

Unfortunately for Klaus, after a hundred years of attractive people, it takes more than that to impress.

"What brings you to Chicago?"

Stefan might have gotten the truth from Diana. The rest of this audience, however, was another matter. For all she knew, they were all in league with the Children of Eden and Grandmother.

She set her chin on her fingertips and continued to smile. "Looking for a new joint to play," she said. "New York got boring."

"I've never been to New York," Rebekah admits wistfully. Chicago had been their first venture out of New Orleans in a very long time, and she doesn't see New York on their list of places to stop quite yet. "But from what I've heard, I can't imagine how it would get boring."

It couldn't. That was the flaw in Diana's lie. There was a very good reason why she generally told the truth as much as possible.

She was a terrible liar.

For a second, she worried she'd painted herself into a corner. But then it hit her.

"Love affair gone south," she said. "Needed to get away for awhile."

"Ah. I'm sure Rebekah can relate to that. She can never seem to land a man that stays."

Mostly because Klaus kills them all. The look on Rebekah's face says as much, that the problem isn't so much with the men as it is with her brother. "Nik's quite narrow-minded on the idea of the ideal suitor for m."

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