To say Elena was nervous would literally be the understatement of the century. She was currently in the FBI van, which was disguised as a dog wash, which she thought was extremely cliché. She felt naked. She knew the brief said she would have to be stripper at the Salvatore's favourite club but Elena had never worn so little in public. Her bra, which was uncomfortably pushing her breasts to her chin, matched with her mini skirt that she could not bend over in.
"Gilbert, lets go over your identity one more time"
"Go for it" Elena sighed, with an eye roll. It was only the sixtieth time she had done this, and besides, she was a pro. She could remember her identity in her sleep.
"What's your name?"
"Katerina Petrova"
"Where are you from?"
"Originally from Bulgaria, I immigrated to New York when I was 3"
"Do you have any family?"
"No. My parents died in a car crash and no siblings"
"Good Gilbert." Tanner commended. He looked at his watch and returned to meet the nervous gaze of Elena.
"It's time, you ready?" Was she ready? She didn't think she would ever be ready but she had to. She pushed those fears aside and stepped put of the van, trying not to fall as she put all her weight on her tiny, stiletto heels. The New York air was frigid against her olive skin and the wind blew harshly over her as the FBI van zoomed away behind her. She never understood how women could dress so scantly. If she were herself right now, you would find her in her warmest coat with her fluffiest boots. Ironically, she was a born and bred New Yorker who hated the cold. Pushing the frigid temperatures from her mind, she looked up at the club in front of her. Members Only. She had never actually set foot into a strip club so she had no idea what to expect, but she could assume that it would be dingy and foul smelling with naked girls earning dollar bills surrounded by truck drivers and sexual offenders. She walked towards the dressing room doors to get ready for her 'shift'. The bouncer let her through but not without looking at her rack first. Her plan was to keep her head down, get dressed and leave the dressing rooms without being noticed by anyone, a fly on the wall, but not everything goes to plan.
"Hi!" Elena had just sat down at a dresser to do a touch of makeup when the blonde girl next to her spoke up.
"You must be the new girl, I'm Caroline." The girl seemed friendly enough with her warm, bubbly smile and her golden locks. She seemed... well… harmless.
"Hi, I'm Katerina" Elena offered a tight smile before turning her head back to the mirror, hoping that was the end of the conversation.
"So have you ever stripped before? I can always smell a newbie. Its like I have a sixth sense for this. Like a gay-dar but for new strippers" The blonde kept rambling on and on.
"Look, I gotta go but nice to meet you Caroline" Elena made a quick departure towards the clothing racks. As she searched the stripper costumes, the first costume was just as bad as the second. She could not wear any of this. She was a detective; she would rather lose her job than wear any of this. She decided maybe her own outfit was scandalous enough. She stepped out of the rooms and into the dark room filled with flashing neon lights. She could barely see two steps in front of her but she could see the strippers, removing their clothes but that was the only thing that matched her original idea on this place. Instead of foul smelling stale tobacco, it smelt like expensive liquor, and instead of truck drivers and sex offenders, there were men in suits with classic good looks surrounding the girls. In addition, instead of one-dollar bills, there were 20's and 50's being thrown around willy-nilly. Scanning the club, her eyes halted when she saw him. His photos definitely didn't do him any justice. His black hair was neatly combed, his chin was covered in a slight, sexy stubble and his eyes, oh his eyes, they felt like they were piercing into her soul. They were so blue, so perfect, so looking right at her. Wait, they were looking at her. He was looking at her. Maybe looking was the wrong word, more like starring. His eyes were fixed on her, starring. Her breath felt like it escaped her entire body and she struggled to regain movement in her body, or to at the very least break the staring contest that seemed to be occurring between the two even though they were on separate sides of the vast club.
"See something you like?" Caroline's voice startled her, she jumped. She could see the handsome man smirk with a slight chuckle at her uneasiness before she turned to face the other female
"Um no. Of course not." Caroline looked unconvinced
"That's Damon Salvatore. Not my cup of tea, I'm more into his brother. My fiancé" Elena followed her stare to the man seated next to Damon. She was so transfixed on the older brother; she didn't even notice the younger. Stefan Salvatore. She had definitely done her research on him. Although a criminal like his brother, he wasn't quite as known. He wasn't the leader of the family like his brother and had not racked up as many arrests but he was still a criminal in his own right. Damon handled most of the big stuff like assassinations of leaders and extortion, the big cases, while Stefan handled most of the mundane crime such as drug distribution and assaults. Elena was drawn back from her thoughts about something Caroline had said. Fiancé? She hadn't read about that. Maybe being this girl's friend could help her.
"You're getting married to his brother? Wow, congrats" Elena congratulated the bubbly girl but still refused to break way from her view of the criminal family
"Want me to introduce you?" It was time
So hey there, been a while but for these past few months I have been developing this story and been writing a lot so I have many new chapters lined up. You guys wanna see them? Review please :)
