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Summary: It's 2204 and Stefan's ripping his way through Atlanta. He meets Klaus but isn't sure why the hybrid feels so familiar to him or what that niggling feeling is that tells him he's forgetting something important. Either way Stefan knows he's in too deep. Sure they're friends, but are they more? And what happens when a hunter gets on their tail? Klaus might have to run, but will Stefan go with him?
A/N: Written for the 2012 Serial Killer Big Bang. Special thanks to my beta swirlsofblue and my artist evian-fork. Art can be found on my Livejournal, link on my profile.
Stefan chuckled as the girl he was with shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and ducked her head in embarrassment. "Come on," he grinned, standing up from his seat and offering his hand to her. "Let's get out of here."
The girl smiled sweetly as she gently slipped her hand into his, and allowed him to lead her out of the dark jazz club and out into the busy Atlanta streets. They'd barely made it a block before he pushed her into a dark alley, away from all the lights and people.
"What are you doing?" the girl cried out in shock.
Stefan said nothing, but gave a predatory smile before quickly lunging for her throat. He vaguely heard her try to scream near his ear, but all she could get out were gurgles. He had torn out her throat in his haste to feed and that included her vocal cords. She was choking on her own blood.
Stefan growled as he drank from her neck deeper. He could feel the veins around his eyes darken as he gripped her arms tighter and tighter until they ripped from the girl's body. At the same time as this, his feeding itself got too vicious and her neck tore, detaching the girl's head.
"Someone's hungry," an accented voice said from behind him, causing Stefan to stiffen in surprise. At over three hundred, it had been a while since someone had been able to sneak up on him. Stefan cautiously turned around to face a smirking vampire. He had full lips, blue eyes and dark golden hair. There was something about him that made Stefan pause. It was almost as if Stefan recognized him, but couldn't quite place it; like it was on the tip of his tongue. "Hello, Ripper."
"Do I know you?" Stefan asked.
The man chuckled in amusement. "I don't know," he replied. "Do you?" Before Stefan could answer, the blond had moved so that he was standing in front of him. Stefan couldn't even keep track of him, he moved so fast. For a moment, Stefan worried about how old this vampire really was. "I'm Klaus," the man introduced. "Buy you a drink?" he asked as he swung a friendly arm around Stefan's shoulders and led him out of the alley and back toward the jazz club.
Stefan started in surprise although if that was in recognition of the name or the arm wrapped around him, Klaus wasn't sure. Still, Stefan allowed himself to be led, not fighting back or causing a stir. They entered the club and headed straight for the bar. A scotch was immediately placed in front of Stefan causing Klaus to laugh. "You come here often?" he joked as he ordered his own drink.
"What do you want?" Stefan asked instead. Their interaction so far had made no sense, and the curiosity was killing him.
"What makes you think I want something?" Klaus asked instead, taking a sip of his own scotch.
"You expect me to believe that you stumbled on me feeding and randomly decided to have a drink with me?" Stefan asked with an incredulous eye brow.
"Maybe I find you interesting," Klaus returned. "It's been a while since I've met a ripper," he mused aloud. "Not since Chicago."
Once again, something niggled in the back of Stefan's mind like he was supposed to know or remember something. But nothing came to mind. "So, what? You're just going to stalk me now?"
Klaus chuckled. "How about we start with a hunt. We can work up to stalking."
"I still don't understand what you want from me," Stefan admitted two days later. They had gone on a hunt that night that had never really stopped. Even now, they were covered in blood and surrounded by dead bodies and Stefan couldn't bring himself to care.
"Don't you?" Klaus asked idly as if Stefan already knew the answer and was just being stubborn by not admitting it. Either way, Klaus wasn't going to be giving out any answers. Not tonight at least.
Stefan gave a sigh before standing up.
"Where are you going?" Klaus asked, a hint of danger in his eye.
Stefan merely raised a disinterested eyebrow. "Clearly I'm not going to be getting answers, so I'm going home." He looked down at his blood stained shirt. "My clothes are beginning to harden anyway." He turned on his heel and stepped over the limb of yet another victim he'd ripped to pieces. Normally after a kill, he'd feel bad about the way he ripped apart his victims until they were nothing but pieces to a jigsaw. Sometimes he'd try and put those pieces back together. But not tonight. Not with Klaus watching over his shoulder. The Original vampire still hadn't explained what he wanted, and Stefan knew better than to show an ounce of weakness in front of someone so powerful.
Walking into his apartment, Stefan finally allowed himself to relax. He knew that Klaus couldn't get to him in here. He'd put the lease in some human's name and then compelled her to invite him in so that he wouldn't get surprised by any vampires.
A friend, and fellow vampire, once asked him how he came up with the idea. Try as he might, he could never remember how it occurred to him. Was it just a random thought? Something he'd come up with years ago? Or had he seen it somewhere and copied the idea? He wasn't sure, but somehow, it seemed significant. A lot of things seemed significant to him, but he could never quite put his finger on why. The more he thought about it, the quicker it slipped away until he'd stopped trying.
Stefan stepped under the warm spray of his shower. He looked down, watching as the blood washed off his body and circled down the drain. He gave a small sigh, and leaned his forehead against the cool tile. What was he going to do about Klaus? What did the vampire want from him?
It just made no sense. Klaus was one of the first vampires; an Original. And not just that, he ruled. The other members of his family looked to him; feared him, as did all the other vampires in the world. Rumor was, he was a hybrid: half vampire, half werewolf. There was some commotion about it almost two centuries ago, but Stefan hadn't heard about it until later. He had been busy… doing something.
Stefan's brow furrowed as he tried to recall what he had been doing in the early 21st century before shrugging. Whatever he was doing, it must not have been very important if he couldn't remember.
Stepping out of the shower, Stefan wrapped a towel around himself and headed back to his bedroom. He moved around his bed to look at his bookshelf. His finger grazed the spines as he searched through the journals for the one he was looking for. His brow furrowed once more when he couldn't find it.
He knew it had to be there somewhere. He always kept a journal, no matter where he was or what he was doing. Even at his most blood crazed, he still recorded his thoughts. Once more, Stefan glanced through his large stacks of journals, but couldn't find the one for the time period he was looking for. With a confused look at his bookshelf, he reached for his phone and dialed a number on his quick dial.
"Yeah," a familiar voice drawled.
"Damon, did you take one of my journals?" Stefan asked immediately, eyes still scanning the bookshelf as though he missed it and hoped that it would pop out at him.
"What the hell would I do with one of your journals?" Damon asked. Stefan could tell, even over the phone, that Damon was rolling his eyes at him.
Stefan grit his teeth in annoyance. "I don't know," he admitted. "Maybe you did it to mess with me."
"Hmm," Damon replied in contemplation. "That does sound like something I'd do," he admitted. "Tough luck, brother. I didn't take anything."
Stefan frowned. Damon had a habit of lying to him and he did it rather frequently, but for some reason, Stefan didn't think Damon was doing it now. For one, what would be the point in stealing the journal? There was even less of a point in him lying about it. "Alright, thanks," Stefan muttered hanging up.
His brow furrowed in thought. Was it possible that he had lost it in transit? As a vampire he moved around a lot and while it had never happened before, that didn't mean that it couldn't have happened now. Stefan liked to think that he kept a closer eye on his journals than that, what with them containing his deepest and darkest thoughts and vampire secrets, but since he hadn't even noticed the book missing, he quite obviously wasn't paying that much attention after all.
With an annoyed sigh, Stefan continued on. Glaring at his bookshelf was hardly going to help his situation.
Still, even as he puttered around his kitchen, he couldn't stop thinking about it. It was as though there was something nagging at the back of his brain; something he couldn't quite put his finger on; something he was forgetting.
Come to think of it, he'd been feeling like that for a while now. Ever since he met Klaus.
Stefan sipped at his cup of coffee as he thought on it. Was it possible that he had met the hybrid before? That didn't seem like the kind of thing Stefan would forget, but he supposed it was possible. If the hybrid never introduced himself, if their meeting was brief…
"It's been a while since I've met a Ripper. Not since Chicago."
Stefan nearly choked on his coffee as the words came to him. At the time, he'd been too lost in his confusion, still high of the thrill of the blood, that he hadn't realized the other man's words. Now though…
Was that how he knew Klaus? Had they met during that hazy time in Stefan's life? It had been not long after he'd changed. In the 1920s, he'd reverted back to his old ways. Somehow, he had made his way to Chicago for a bite and simply ended up staying longer than he'd planned.
Stefan smirked to himself in satisfaction. That must be the reason why Klaus was interested in him now and why the man had seemed so familiar. Stefan had solved his nagging mystery.
Yes, that had to have been it.
That was how Stefan knew Klaus.