A/N: Wow, this was weird for me to write. I never thought I would ship Stefan with anyone other than Elena but the show is being a whore so I'm putting all my Stelena heartache into Steferine.
"Let's go, come on." Her hand impatiently waved at the thing she despised very much at the moment.
Another couple of seconds longer and she swore she was going to have to tear the thing to shreds with her perfectly manicured claws. No one messed with Katherine Pierce at such an ungodly hour. Especially when it was nine o'clock in the morning.
"Oh what, am I not human enough for you? How's this for human," she hissed as she smacked her hand against the paper towel dispenser. The purpose of progression was to create even better, intelligent inventions, not things that questioned one's existence. How annoying.
A couple of onlookers quickly entered and exited the room, not wanting to witness anymore of the psychotic woman. One girl however, stared horrifyingly at the scene in front of her. Feeling a set of eyes on her, she whipped around. "WHAT!" she yelled as the young girl bolted out of the lady's room.
Yes. Everyone should be afraid. Why? Because she was Katherine Pierce and anyone who dared to cross her would regret it. Apparently, the dispenser agreed as it gave into the abuse and let out a tiny fraction of the paper towel. The rest, probably too afraid to fully expose itself to the wrath of a Pierce. Nevertheless, Katherine was going to have none of it. She tugged until a fair amount was given and finally with her hands somewhat dry she used the same paper towel to cater to the large, brown stain on the left of her chest. Heavens no was she going to wait another eternity for the anti-human machine.
She dabbed to the best of her ability at the stain on her tight, white shirt. Yes, she chose the perfect day to wear her only white shirt. A rather disappointed sigh escaped at her attempt to magically remove the stain. As she tossed the paper towel into the bin, she held her head high and with a flip of her long curly, brown hair, she strutted out of the washroom.
"Tommy, I suspect that you'll take care of this little...fiasco won't you?" she said with a tight smile as she approached the nervous teen behind the cash register. The spilt coffee cup was still on the counter with its contents dripping on the floor. He seemed frozen in place from the time she left him to clean herself up. He was newly hired she noticed. Poor, sad, incompetent Tommy.
She leaned in, both arms resting on the counter staring straight into his eyes. This had him almost shaking. "Surely, you wouldn't want me to tell dear Sally how she may have lost her newly valuable customer today now would you?" He shook his head nervously. "Good," she stood straight again. "Normally a person in your position would offer me another, free of charge. However, seeing as how my time has been wasted I need to run. So," she drawled out, "expect to see me soon and I will expect to see my coffee ready with the lid properly closed this time. Understood? Good."
Not giving him time to reply, Katherine gave him one last look and a faux smile as she walked away, fingers twiddling her goodbye.
As she stepped into the chilly morning air, her smile dropped. Shit, she was late.
The blond girl nervously paced behind the bar, her usual vivacious demeanour gone from her pent up nerves. She looked from her watch, to the door, to the various alcoholic bottles on the shelves, back to the door. Nik watched her, him too getting a little jittery from predicting the outcome of today's events. They should have told him.
He looked towards Stefan, watching him do some paper work at one of the various empty tables. Out of all the days he chose to do his work out there instead of their office at the back was a good question.
They should have told him.
"Caroline, we can't keep this up. Look at that sad man," Nik gestured to Stefan. "He will thank us for this. Maybe after a couple of years but I can't keep a mate from not knowing," he nervously said with his English accent. Sure, he and Stefan might have been enemies during their high school years but they managed to put aside their differences. They were best friends now and knowing that, he knew he had to tell Stefan. It was a plus that he knew Stefan couldn't fire him. Both men went through too much trouble to get this place up and running. Well, maybe he could fire him but the years of friendship had to count for something right? Nik stood from leaning against the shelves and walked briskly towards his friend, dodging Caroline. He knew that if he looked back at her he would back out. Not today though. He stopped in front of Stefan, waiting until he looked up. He did. Oh no.
"Did you break another bottle of liquor Nik?" Stefan looked to see his nervous friend, having some sort of internal dilemma in his head. He gave a suspicious look, suddenly dropping what he was attempting to finish. There were seldom times when Nik looked this nervous around him. It only happened when he was in risk of losing his relationship or when he was in risk of losing his job. Something told him it was the latter.
Nik winced as Caroline shot a death glare towards him. He gulped. Maybe he was going to lose his job and his girlfriend. Last minute, he thought of something much safer. "Uh, nothing, nothing. Actually, yes, something. I'm not feeling too well," he gave a pathetic cough for added measure. "I think I need to head home." At a distance behind Stefan, Nik watched Caroline's jaw drop in disbelief. How dare he. He was not leaving her to get out of this alone.
Stefan studied him, knowing full well that wasn't the case. "Nik, tell me the truth or I will get Caroline here to get it out of you."
Nik broke out into a cold sweat. He stuttered a few times, attempting to form coherent sentences. He had to man up. "Okay, look. Don't get mad now but-"
The man in front of Stefan stopped suddenly, upon hearing hard clicks against the hardwood floor, most likely from a set of heels. Oh no.
Stefan's brow furrowed as he looked at Nik and heard the intruder as well. He slowly turned around. "Sorry, we're not open at this hou-"
Both boys froze in place.
"Hello Stefan," Katherine smirked as she strolled in front of him.
"What the hell is she doing here?" Stefan asked incredulously after a minute, turning to look at his soon to be ex co-workers. Nik walked away slowly from the fuming Stefan, behind Caroline. "This is not a rhetorical question. What. Is. She doing here." He asked slowly, trying to keep his composure.
Katherine rolled her eyes. "This is the second time today I have not been treated as a living, breathing person." Her smirk returned as she saw Stefan looking anywhere but at her. Sorry, anywhere but her eyes. She saw him taking a peek of her body starting from her black, high-heeled pumps to her long legs hidden behind dark well-fitted jeans. His eyes lingered somewhat at her chest then quickly to her long curly, brown hair she knew he loved. "See something you like Salvatore?" she smirked.
He still wasn't looking at her. "You have a stain on your shirt."
"Would you like me to take it off?" She stepped closer. He took a step back.
"What are you doing here." It was more of a demand than a question.
He kept stepping back until she backed him into a chair. He gripped the top of it to keep himself steady. Finally, he looked into her big, hazelnut eyes and he knew that he couldn't look away.
"Well, after moving to the wonderful city of New York, I needed a job, found a booming bar that was looking for hire, and after a little help," she winked towards Caroline and Nik who in turn glared at her, "viola. Meet your new server of the Boarding House," she smiled brightly, both hands pointing towards herself for added affect. Stefan however, was clearly not amused.
"There are hundreds of other bars lying around New York. Why this one?" he questioned, crossing his arms together.
This only made Katherine's smirk grow wider. She bit her lip as she watched his bulging arms tense under her seductive stare. "Well Stefan," she stepped closer so her coffee stained chest brushed his arm. She let out an approving moan. He gulped. She whispered her answer so that only the both of them could hear. "I came to get you back."
A/N: Gosh Katherine. So predictable…
I'll give you until next chapter to decide if this story is worthy enough to continue *bites nails nervously*