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

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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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[diana_abel]

"Where I come from," she said, turning her attention fully back to Klaus. "It's a breach of the social contract to come into someone else's domain without presenting oneself and promising nothing but the best of intentions. Which I have."

She had them in spades. It was a problem.

"I promise to leave things exactly as I found them."

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Klaus hums for a moment, a devilish smirk crossing his face in response. "Funny, I can't say I can promise the same. I tend to like to leave an impact."

[diana_abel]

"Well, that's certainly your right," she said. "And I get the feeling you're damn good at it."

She didn't bother asking him to pardon her French, as it were.

Diana lifted her chin slightly, nodding in the direction of the fake sailors. "Do you know them?"

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Klaus glances back over his shoulder in the direction she indicated, before giving a bit of a shrug. "They came in a few days ago. I can't really say I know them well, but I certainly haven't determined them well enough to eat."

[diana_abel]

"I wouldn't," she said quietly. "They're Cainites. You'd walk away from it with a nasty blood bond or two."

[somanyadjectives]

"Now there's a word I haven't heard in a while," Klaus turns his attention back to her, raising his eyebrows slightly. "Cainites never seemed to approve of me and my siblings, when we first started out."

[diana_abel]

Diana couldn't speak to that. She didn't know nearly enough about Klaus or his siblings. But it was more or less what she'd been hoping to hear. If he didn't like Cainites, then maybe they had something in common.

"If I'm right about who those two bellbottoms are," she said, "then they're not only Cainites, they're holier-than-thou Cainites. And probably going to cause trouble."

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"Are you worried about trouble, darling?" His tone holds a bit of a smirk to it, because he never minded a little bit of crazy. "Personally, I think it makes things interesting."

[diana_abel]

"I like trouble just fine," she said. "I'm in a speakeasy. Only...we're looking at a very different kind of trouble."

People could get hurt. Chief among them, anyone involved in her particular assignment. And Stefan too. She didn't want anything to happen to him, but it wouldn't be hard to draw a line between them. After all, they'd been seen together in public, leaving a Cainite conclave not too long ago.

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"Are we?" He raises his eyebrows curiously. "Then what kind of trouble do you mean."

[diana_abel]

"Breaking the Masquerade," Diana replied. She wasn't in the Camarilla, but they did have some pretty good ideas. As stringent as the Traditions could be, they did protect Cainites against attention.

Attention only drew hunters.

Hunters only led to death.

[somanyadjectives]

It takes him a moment to respond, before sighing heavily. They didn't have a "Masquerade" for his kind of vampires, but at least they knew the importance of keeping secrets and cleaning up their tracks. And idly, he wonders if his skills with compulsion would be useful on Cainites. But until then ...

"Why not just kill them and be done with it, then?"

[diana_abel]

A part of her should have known. A part of her probably did know, but she'd forced it to one side, hoping to have...hope.

She felt stupid now. She'd smelled the killing edge on Klaus the moment she laid eyes on him.

"Killing isn't the answer," she said, stepping back and looking at him with a furrowed brow. "Killing is never the answer."

[somanyadjectives]

"Killing is always an answer," he points out dully, looking down at her as though she should know better. "It's simply a matter of how far you're willing to go."

[diana_abel]

Her eyes strayed to Stefan. She wanted to ask him why. Why was he friends with this person? Did the sister really come with that string attached? The company a person kept rubbed off on them. That's why she chose to spend as much of her time as possible among mortals, among the young and the ambitious and the lively.

Being around him, she felt, would only lead to the way she'd found Stefan all those years ago.

In a pool of blood.

"Not that far," she said firmly. "Never that far."

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"Mmmm." Klaus considers for a moment as the song comes to an end, before he takes a step back and leans in to kiss her hand gently. "Unfortuantely, my dearest Diana, that is not a risk I am willing to take."

He's not going to run the risk that these idiots could bring Mikael right to Klaus's front door. So consider it a guarantee that Klaus was going to take care of the problem for her.

[diana_abel]

It wasn't what she'd wanted. At all. But then again, that was sort of the way things went for Diana. The universe seemed built to act in every way contrary to her wishes.

Dumb universe.

She struggled to find a way to reconcile the situation, even as her skin crawled at Klaus' touch. Get out without being seen, that was the first step. And then...

And then she had to find a way to clear the room, before this maniac could get at the unauthorized Cainites. Of course, there was on surefire way to clear a room. Especially one filled with vampires.

Her attention snapped back to the moment, her fingers slipping free from Klaus. "Well have to agree to disagree," she said dully, not even trying for sincerity. "I think I've overstayed my welcome."

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"I'm sorry to hear it," he says simply. "I suppose we'll just have to see each other another time."

And with a small bow, the practiced manners of someone who's been playing a nobleman for many years, he turns and goes to head back towards their table to whisper something in his sister's ear. Her eyes dart from Diana, to the Cainites in question, and she nods slightly in agreement.

Sorry, Diana. This might turn into a bloodbath.

[diana_abel]

Merde.

Diana allowed herself only the briefest moment to be upset. And to shoot Stefan a look. But she didn't have time to waste.

Pulling the fringe of her wig down a little bit over her eyes, she made a quick dash for the kitchen, just stopping short of running. Her heightened senses told her that Denise and Christine were still waiting for her, just as they were supposed to do. Diana was rarely in charge of other people on field assignments, but in this instance, she was grateful.

As soon as she got out to the alley, she grabbed Christine by the arm, pulling her up close and hissing instructions in her ear.

And not a minute later, an hysterical French woman was in the club, just by the kitchen door. And she was screaming.

"Fire!"

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Klaus and Rebekah didn't look particularly disturbed by this development - there's only one way they can be killed, and fire is merely an inconvenience, but Stefan has reason to worry, and he jumps up, trying to see what's happening over the crowded people.

"Go," Rebekah says with a nod as she gets to her feet. "We'll catch up with you."

Stefan nods his agreement, before making his way out of the crowd, not really caring who happened to get in his way in the process.

[vampire_of_the_night]

The woman who happened to get into Stefan's way was a thin, willowy Cainite, wearing a modest dress covered in green and gold beads. Christine was faster than the average Cainite, moving at speeds so fast that most people didn't notice her. And she relied on that speed to place herself in Stefan's path, amidst the scramble and chaos that she'd proudly created.

"Monsieur," she said, grabbing his shoulder. Her accent was exceptionally thick, but she spoke with all the projection and control of a trained performer. "You are Stefan Salvatore, no?"

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Stefan turns at the sound of his name, frowning slightly in response before nodding. Yes, that would be him, which means this person has either heard of his reputation or is a friend of Diana's.

"Yes? Can I help you?"

[vampire_of_the_night]

She looked extremely satisfied. "You are as Mademoiselle Diana said," she told him approvingly, in a voice that was silky smooth, and surprisingly calm, given the deteriorating situation around them. "She 'as sent me to find you and she says that eef you wish to leave zis place with us, are welcome to do so."

A pause, as a few more people ran past.

"Eet would be best eef you decided quickly."

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He pauses for a moment, before glancing around for any sign of the Mikaelsons, before shaking his head. "Not now. I can't leave without Rebekah." He loves her, regardless of what Diana may think of her. He doesn't want whatever protection she's offering if he can't bring Rebekah with him.

"Can we meet her somewhere?"

[vampire_of_the_night]

Christine frowned, her loveliness marred by deep lines that appeared along her brow. "We 'ave to go now," she insisted. "Zere is danger to be found 'ere. Mademoiselle said nothing to me about anyone else. Can zis Rebekah be trusted?"