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AN: Sorry everyone, I broke a finger playing softball. So now I have two fingers taped together, which doesn't make typing very easy. I'll try to get some more written soon.
~Klefan Adventures~
You're not a hero
You're a liar
You're not a savior
You're a vampire
Nothing, Arizona.
"Stefan, bring me another blood bag. My head is severely hurting." Klaus yells from the bedroom.
"One second." I yell.
I pick the hairbrush up off the sink and brush my spiked hair down until it lies flat on my forehead.
"Coming" I say, walking out of the bathroom and grabbing a blood bag from the mini fridge, throwing it to Klaus.
"Thank you, boy." He says, sitting his head up to gulp it down quickly.
"I didn't know originals got hangovers so easily." I say, sitting back on the couch and crossing my legs.
"You do not know a lot of things." He replies with a smirk.
"True. So why don't you tell me?" I ask, giving him a suggestive smirk.
"Don't try my patience, little one. I don't have as much restraint as my no longer living brother did." He says, throwing the empty blood bag at me.
"I say we go out and have some fun." I tell him.
"Perhaps you should let me recover from our last bit of fun before we go out for more." He replies.
"Ugh, must we always waste so much time?" I ask, lying my head back with a groan.
"We can waste as much time as we please. There is always more of it to spare." He replies, lying down on the bed with a sigh.
"I'm going out. I'll be back soon." I say, grabbing my jacket and making my way towards the door.
"Bring back some fries, Stefan. I have a really bad craving for fries right now. Ketchup too." He yells as I close the hotel room door behind me.
I make my way around town and stop suddenly in front of a small music store.
An idea comes to mind.
I walk inside and to the back where a teenager, with bleached blonde hair, stands behind the counter.
"How can I help you?" He asks, looking up from the algebra book.
"I'm looking for a couple cd's." I tell him.
"Well that wall right there..." He points across the room. "...is all cd's. They're sorted by genre and then year."
"Thanks" I tell him, walking over and beginning my search.
Fifty bucks, three cd's, and two large fries later, I'm back in the hotel room sitting in front of Klaus' laptop. I quickly drag and paste the songs I want from the cd's onto a blank one.
"What are you up to?" He asks, stuffing three more fries into his mouth and walking over to sit beside me on the couch.
"Making a mixed cd for Damon." I tell him, hitting the eject button.
"Why are you doing that exactly?" He asks, holding his fries towards me as an offer. I shake my head and pick up the disc, searching the desk for a marker.
"Because I'm sure Elena's music has killed some of his already limited brain cells by now." I tell him, finally finding a sharpie. Klaus laughs, and shakes his head.
"Marvelous idea. Make us one for the road as well." He says, dipping a fry in his red sauce made of ketchup and blood.
"Will do." I tell him, writing Damon's mix on the cd and slipping it into a case. "I'm gonna run over to their hotel and drop this off at the front desk." I say, disappearing out the door.
Once I'm on the first floor I ask for front desk for a pen and paper. I hurriedly write a note, letting Damon know what the cd is for.
Damon,
Thought you could use a break from all the 'Elena music'. This should rid you of the headache you get after hearing the same songs over and over. I remembered you liked these guys in 2001 when they first formed.
You can forget the animal blood. I want to learn to control the people stuff.
Have fun,
Stefan
"You know I've been thinking." I say as we walk down the streets, hands in our pockets.
"That could be a bad thing." Klaus says, glancing at me with a smirk. I smack his shoulder playfully and turn back to the sidewalk in front of us.
"So what have you been thinking about, my little ripper?" He asks.
"All we do is run, stop, kill, and repeat. It's getting a little boring." I tell him. He glances at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Continue." He says, ushering me on.
"Well why don't we make things a little more interesting?"
"What did you have in mind?" He asks, sounding uninterested.
"Cars."
"Cars?" He asks.
"Yea, we should both pick a fast car and race to our next stop. Whoever wins can eat the first round of humans while the other watches." I tell him.
"Ahh... I think I'll agree to that." He says. "I shall go select my car. You should do the same. We'll meet back at the hotel around six." He adds.
"Sounds good. I'll bring back dinner." I say, adding a smirk at the end.
"Nothing too bitchy. That last one almost left a scar in a very sensitive area." Klaus says, shuddering in rememberance.
