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Chapter 2: STEFAN SALVATORE OWES ME MONEY

It was the morning after my bizarre interview with Damon, and, coincidentally, the same day that Stefan Salvatore agreed to let me question him. Damon's interview was unexpected – and so was its outcome – so today I was determined to be prepared.

I would start with my appearance. Yesterday, my hair was in a pony tail, and I had on a graphic tee, sneakers, and jogging pants. We'll just call it temporary insanity. I ran a brush through my hair, pushing back long locks to see if the scarlet wounds were still on my neck. They were already healed!

In speaking of my hair, can I just rant for a moment? I can't tell if the stuff is black or a really dark brown (don't they call that brunette?). It's black one second and then it turns brown in the sunlight. What is with that? And my eyes - they turn green in the sunlight, too! What a strange world we live in.

Err, sorry about that. Back to the subject at hand. From my closet, I pulled out a dark, olive-colored tank top (to match my olive skin) and a nude fashion jacket to go with it. Then I got out my favorite pair of jeans and some black boots, because it is the fall season, after all (I have no idea when I became so up on fashion. What's happening to me?).

Then it was time for makeup. When I tried to do the "smoky eye" look I ended up looking like a raccoon. You know, because they have those dark circles around their eyes? Oh, forget it. I washed that mess off anyway.

Besides looking like a wereracoon, I was pleased with myself that morning. I looked very much like a journalist, ready to get the inside scoop.

Now here we are, once again, in the media room. It's 3:00 p.m., and the camera is all set up. No funny business this time. This will be a serious and insightful question and answer session.

Stefan, like his brother, showed up exactly on time. The interview began.

"Hello, Stefan. Thank you for coming," I smiled.

He eyed the camera a moment before answering. "It's a pleasure." So chivalrous, isn't he?

"How has your life changed since your first arrival in Fell's Church?" I asked.

"I have to admit that it's been a rough journey. But knowing that I have Elena has made it truly worth it," he gave me a small smile. Now, when he said this, I could not resist my next question. It wasn't even planned! But, if I must say so, he should have seen it coming.

"Do you really have Elena, Stefan?" He truly looked confused at this question. Tee hee. I'm a mess!

"I don't understand what you mean," he replied.

"Oh, c'mon Stefan," I said incredulously. "An educated individual like yourself would know exactly what I mean."

"Look, if you're referring to my brother, Damon, then I can assure you that there's nothing for me to worry about. Elena and I belong together."

"But you can't deny the fact that Damon loves her, and she has love for him. When she died to kill Katherine it was save you – and Damon. Hmmm?"

"I hear Damon and Bonnie has become a popular couple among Vampire Diaries fans." Nice try, Stefan. You don't get out of this that easy.

"Don't change the subject," I pushed. "There was a lot of Delena going on while you were trapped in the Dark Dimension. Plenty of time for those two to become close, don't you think?"

"Please change the subject or I won't be answering anymore questions." His tone had darkened.

"Okay. How does it feel knowing that your brother is in love with your girlfriend, and there's nothing you can do about it? What kind of guy puts up with that? I think someone's whipped…" I drew "whipped" out in a musical note. So it sounded all sing-songy and what not. Get it?

"Thank you for having me, but I think I should go." He got up to leave and was headed out the door.

"Oh so you're mad now, Stefan? You're mad?" I called after him. "That's right. Just walk out in the middle of a friggin' interview! What if you were getting paid for this? You wouldn't get your money. I would take it! MWAHA!"

Thanks to the recording, I can tell you what happened next because I don't remember this next part.

All of a sudden, this guy is back in front of me, hands holding either side of my face, and looking me straight in the eye. "You will stop with these questions. You will never speak to me again. Understood?"

"Understood." I repeated.

Well that was that. If you think it can't get any worse, wait until you read the interview with the girls. Yikes.

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The next chapter is entitled "Sharpen Your Claws! It's a Cat-fight!"

Mmmm hmmmm.