Imagine Chicago where we saw Stefan, Klaus, & Rebekah. Now insert Elena, Caroline, Bonnie & a maybe a surprise vampire here or there.. I'm showcasing alot of different ships here.

PLEASE let me know what you think since this is my first fanfic. (FYI: not a short story). Hope you enjoy

Chap.1

The high was settling, the haze clearing in his vision. Stefan took a deep breath to focus. Once he did he saw his best friends and him were sleeping off a rather bloody binge fest from earlier in the night. He propped himself up on his elbows and saw the body of a random girl draped across his legs. She was completely drained, like the other five or six girls that were strewn about… figures. His brain started going to work on how to clean up this mess when he heard Klaus stirring about.

He got up, stretched and licked the remnants of blood from the corner of his lips.

"Reminiscing about our party there, mate?" Klaus said, bolting up and smoothing the sleeves of his now bloody tux.

"Some kind of party…looks like we got a bit carried away" Stefan said picking up someone's torn limb.

"We? Stefan, if anyone got carried away it was you my dear rippah. But it was rather entertaining for 'Bekah & I. Now let's clear our fun before someone starts to snoop."

Stefan just smiled to himself. He never understood how he can be so conflicted on going overboard while feeding yet loving every drop of blood. He began helping Klaus clean up. Stefan caught a glimpse of his friend from the corner of his eye and did reminisce of all the times they were in this exact situation just in another time and place. Klaus was an all powerful original that sought out Stefan at the turn of the century. They've been companions ever since…in more ways than one.

"Stef, if you keep casting wayward glances in my direction we might need to forget all this and head on upstairs…" Stefan turned his head to face Klaus…their relationship was a tricky one.

"Stop Klaus, I told you I needed a break." Before the last word escaped the young vampire's lips Klaus flashed in front of him. "But who's to say I needed one."

Stefan was definitely not in the mood for this. His palms went up against Klaus' chest and shoved him a bit to regain some space between them. "Seriously Klaus, I meant what I said. You don't even know what you want half the time."

Klaus grew visibly agitated. "Who bloody cares? Men? Women? Fact of the matter is, I can have and will have whomever I want, whenever I want." Stefan hated these moments…when the one vampire who he thought truly understood him and claimed to be his best friend treated him like a servant. He really considered shouting back and letting Klaus have it when he heard the door knob jiggle.

At which point Rebekah jolted from her slight slumber and stretched her model arms and legs.

"Well boys, I have yet another dress that's ruined thanks to you. I'm bored and in need of a change of clothes. Can we head home Nik'?" Stefan and Klaus each rolled their eyes with different levels of annoyance at Rebekah's constant irritation of everything.

"Rebekah, this whole process can go faster if you'd just help. The speakeasy should be closing soon and I'm pretty sure someone is trying to check this private room before locking up...just…do something."

Stefan and Klaus dragged the remaining of the bodies to the outside dumpster. It was near dawn and the city's partiers were headed home while the workers were leaving it. Rebekah flashed out of their private VIP room and returned a minute later with a cigarette girl who was clearly compelled.

"Hello, gentlemen, I'm here to finish cleaning up. And when I'm done, to head upstairs to Mr. Salvato—

"No! Rebekah, just compel her to clean and return to her duties… I can't have anymore cigarette girls or singers disappearing when I live right above the joint." Stefan shouted at the blonde vampire.

"Ugh, no fun at all. Now I'm bored again." Rebekah muttered a few words compelling the cigarette girl who was quite cute with her fashionable bob, red lips, satin uniform and cigarette tray. "May we go now? This place smells of hours old blood."

"C'mon love. We'll meet up later with Stef. I heard a new speakeasy with some lovely singers & dancers opened up downtown" Klaus made no mistake of making direct eye contact with Stefan to imply there was no other option for that night.

"Great. I'll meet you two there later on…I have a few things to do beforehand." Stefan said.

"Like wallow in self despair while scribbling in that journal of yours?" Rebekah said in a mocking tone.

"Exactly that." Stefan recalled while walking out to the usually path to his upstairs apartment.

Klaus and Rebekah made their way to the northside of Chicago. They've been living a gorgeous house tucked away in the suburbs away from the buzzing city. This was more of Rebekah's setting...the city was fun and filled with adventures but hardly obtained the level of class she was used to. "So why did you start another fight with lover boy?"

"None of your business Bekah"

"So you're admitting you did start it?" She asked with an edge of concern in her voice. "I'll be in my room...be prepared to head out in a few hours." He said choosing to just ignore her questions. Klaus took his stained jacket off and flung it across his shoulder.

Before leaving the den to head up to his room he heard his nosy sister ask just above a whisper "Do you love him Nik?" He turned slightly not making eye contact with his little sister, "I honestly don't know."

Once Stefan made it inside his secluded apartment he went about his usual routine, hot shower, new clothing, writing the names of his victims if he could remember them on his closet wall. Then pulling out his journal to do exactly what Rebekah mentioned before they parted ways. Soon enough he decided to get some fresh air and walk around a bit before meeting up with his friends later on that night. The building was now quiet, no music and liquor infused laughter he could pick up on. A great advantage of living in an abandoned building above an illegal bar is he was never disturbed.

Stefan made his way outside to the hustle and bustle of the Chicago streets. When outside he casually looked over to the dumpster he and Klaus disposed the bodies and saw a heaping pile of garbage bags. While rounding the corner of the building and looking back subconsciously as a precaution he bumped into a trio of giggling girls. As his head whipped around, his eyes landed upon the most beautiful pair of brown eyes he's ever seen.

Sooo what you did think? This first chapter is kind of short..all the details will come in later chapters. PLEASE REVIEW or visit my tumblr (undeadtome) to chat! :)