somanyadjectives | 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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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."

"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.

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!"

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.

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?"

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?"

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."

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?"

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?"

"Yes." Of course she can be trusted. Stefan loves her and he doesn't quite realize how dangerous that is to someone who's on the outside looking in. "Of course she can. Just tell me where to meet you and I'll go find her."

Christine stared at Stefan. She stared at him in the same way that Artemis did, years ago. As if she were looking at something outside of him.

In fact, that was exactly what she was doing.

Finally, she nodded, seemingly content with whatever she saw. "We 'ave to leave ze city soon, but we will be staging ze next part of our journey at ze Palmer 'Ouse, not too far from ze river. You may look for our car zere. Ze plate ees 62-094."

Stefan nods, filing the information away, before stepping back from her. "I'll be there within the hour. Thank you." For giving him the benefit of the doubt. Diana may not feel the same way when she fills her in, but they'll cross that bridge when they get to it.

"Bonsoir," she said, blowing him a kiss as she allowed herself to be absorbed back into the crowd.

Diana wasn't the only shameless flirt in the Order.

Stefan raises his eyebrows a bit at that, but for the time being, he'll let it go. Instead, he'll head off to find Rebekah, and make sure that she and Klaus are both alright.

When things went wrong these days, they always went wrong in the most spectacular of ways.

Tonight was no exception to that rule.

By the time Stefan and Rebekah made it to the Palmer House, there was no sign of the car. Well, almost no sign. There was a fresh set of skid marks on the pavement. Whoever had been driving had started driving very suddenly and very quickly.

A few bystanders noticed a car with three classy broads, driving away very quickly, but who they were or where they were going, no one could say. There was some talk of hearing a baby cry from the backseat, but who knew?

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