Chicago 1922
Izabella huffed dejectedly, drowning down her glass. Her lips pursed feeling it run down her throat, hot and heavy. Coughing, she waved at the bartender for another drink. Bourbon never settled well with her, it made her gag every time, but it did dull her pain.
"Baby, what's eating you?" Gloria asked, strolling over, pouring another shot into Izabella's glass.
"For a witch, why don't you ever mind your own beeswax Gloria?" She rolled her eyes, and took another swing, coughing again.
Gloria narrowed her eyes, raising a brow. "I'm not the one all balled up, crying, blind with alcohol. Some moll girl who doesn't know what she wants."
"A little belt doesn't make me bent Gloria, or have you forgotten I'm a vampire?" Izabella smirked, her eyes laughing. "And I know what I want. Now be a doll," she lifted her glass in gesture, "or do I have to go see another man about a dog."
Gloria grunted, "With what jack?" Giving her another round of her best hooch and shook her head in disapproval, "I want my money Izabella," she chided.
"Put it on my tab. You know I'm good for it," Izabella smiled, her voice laced with honeyed layers.
"I'll pay for her Gloria," someone said suddenly behind her, their tone deep and husky. Izabella's eyes glinted as she spun around on her barstool, leisurely crossing her legs as she did so.
Gloria laughed from behind the bar, "Ah, Stefan, always a gentleman, but I'd be careful with this Jane, she's one hell of a bearcat." She winked, before swiftly turning about swaying to the music, drinks in hand going back the wild crowd, leaving them alone.
Stefan watched Gloria saunter, disappearing quickly between all the people, his mouth curving into a smile before his gaze flickered back to the fine Jane sitting next to him. He gulped his brandy down in one full swing, eyeing her up and down and licked his lips suggestively.
"I'm Stefan," he grinned wickedly, his eyes lingering to her lips, to the smooth skin at her neck, then glancing briefly at the diamond ring set on her finger. His brow rose. "It's a pleasure."
"Izabella and the pleasure's all mine."
He watched as her ruby red lips turn into a mischievous smile, her cheeks flushing in excitement. She was ravishing. He could practically taste her sweet blood on his lips as he inhaled her scent deeply. She smelled like jasmine, his favorite. Stefan couldn't wait to devour her.
Izabella laughed inside, she sensed him the moment he stood next her. Foolish vampire, she could rip him apart right there, but she decided he was too cute just to kill and besides she did just love to play games—just like her brother.
"I haven't seen around you before doll face. Were you hiding from me?" Stefan purred, his tone low and teasing, leaning against the bar, eyes darkening with hunger.
"Hmm…maybe I just decided to finally have some fun," She drawled and scooted closer to Stefan as much as she could without falling out of her seat.
Stefan tipped head and looked to the crowd, "Care to dance?" He asked. His hand resting onto her thigh, his fingertips just barley grazing her skin as he softly stroked her curves coaxing her out of her seat. He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed the backs of her fingers, before he brought them forward to rest around his neck, before wrapping his own around Izabella's waist. His other hand moved to twine with hers and they slow danced to the music.
She felt chills run down her spine as he ran his fingers up and down her neck. Stefan smirked in response, pulling her closer into the heat of his body. They moved together in slow motion, moving further and further to the back of the club for privacy. He roughly pushed her forward into the wall, pinning her between his arms and stopped to suckle the delicate skin just above her pulse. A soft moan escaped from her mouth as he continued, his skillful lips sending pools of heat to course through her veins.
He wasn't half bad, she thought. He obviously had had plenty of time to practice, but he seemed to like to play with his food a little too much, but now it was her turn. She smirked against his lips, slamming him quickly into the next wall. He looked shocked for moment, off guard, but grinned widely in return.
She laughed, running her fingers down his shirt. She wanted to bite him. Though, before she could even think of sinking her fangs into his neck, she stopped suddenly, her mind focusing on something else in the room. Someone else was in this bar with her.
Her father had been following her for a while, but that had been decades ago and back then she always managed to slip away. No, it wasn't her father, it couldn't be, because it was someone even more dark and dangerous.
Klaus.
"Is something wrong?" Stefan asked.
Izabella turned back to him with a soft smile, "It looks like my play time is over." She pouted playfully. Looking straight into his eyes, she said, "I'll see you again," and vanished out of sight.
Kill or No?
