Echoes
By tenshinrtaiga
Disclaimer: I don't own TVD
Characters/Pairings: Stefan/Klaus
Summary: It's 2204 and Stefan's ripping his way through Atlanta. He meets Klaus but isn't sure why the hybrid feels so familiar to him or what that niggling feeling is that tells him he's forgetting something important. Either way Stefan knows he's in too deep. Sure they're friends, but are they more? And what happens when a hunter gets on their tail? Klaus might have to run, but will Stefan go with him?

A/N: Written for the 2012 Serial Killer Big Bang. Special thanks to my beta swirlsofblue and my artist evian-fork. Art can be found on my Livejournal, link on my profile.

Stefan relished the hunt. It was different now. Now, he had Klaus. To be honest, he'd never hunted with another vampire before. Not humans anyway. Lexi would have abhorred it, and Damon, well, Damon preferred to seduce his victims, not hunt them down.

"You look good in red, Ripper," Klaus purred from behind him. He then swung an arm around Stefan's shoulders, and leaned in to lick a drop of blood that had fallen onto his neck. "Delicious too."

Stefan gave a light chuckle before turning his head to capture Klaus' lips in a kiss. Stefan groaned as Klaus nibbled on his lower lip, sucking the last few droplets of blood from his lip. The brunet turned completely and wrapped his arms around Klaus' shoulders, drawing him in closer. He felt Klaus settle his hands on Stefan's hips, pulling possessively. It was as close as they could get with clothing on. Stefan was the first to withdraw, the smell of blood drawing him away from the kiss. He then turned back to the man cowering before them.

"Please," the man begged, cradling his already broken wrist. "Please. I have kids! Please!" By now, he was sobbing, knowing that his life was on the line.

Klaus hummed. "Then I suppose you should have thought of that before you interfered."

The man looked at him incredulously. "She's my wife."

"Correction!" Stefan smirked, reaching down to drag the man to his feet. "She was your wife." He looked tellingly over his shoulder. The man automatically followed his gaze before grimacing at the sight of his wife. Or more accurately, the sight of her pieces.

"I'm sorry," he begged. "I never should have followed you outside. Please!"

"You probably thought she was cheating on you. That's why you followed her to the bar. Bet it didn't look good when you saw her with me. That's why you followed us out to the alley," Stefan mused, utterly ignoring the man's pleas. "But still, I bet you didn't expect to walk into that." He laughed at the man's foolishness.

The man on the ground cringed at the memory. He had walked outside with the intention of confronting his wife about her adultery and instead walked into a scene from a horror movie. He had found Beth – his poor, sweet Beth – trapped between these two men. No, not men. Monsters.

She had been screaming and sobbing, begging for help while the men had buried their faces in her throat. At first, he had no idea what was going on. He had called out, tried to stop them. The blond one, Klaus, had turned around, snarling with bloody fangs.

Tom had stumbled to a stop, completely shocked and scared out of his mind. Stefan, on the other hand kept feeding and it wasn't long before Tom was forced to watch as his wife's head and arms separated from her body.

Tom had run away, but didn't make it very far as he was soon throwing up in horror at what he had witnessed. It was easy for Klaus and Stefan to spot him.

"What do you think, Klaus?" Stefan asked, turning to his lover. "He did say please." The smirk Stefan had while saying that was positively dastardly.

"Well, since he asked so nicely…" Klaus played along with a grin before vamping out and turning to the man. The instant Tom knew for sure that he was going to die, he felt light headed and soon fell into a faint.

"…Well that was disappointing," Stefan commented, looking down at the pathetic excuse for a man. Even his wife had lived long enough to fight back every step of the way. "No wonder Beth wanted someone new."

"Agreed, mate." Klaus gave a scoff before reaching down and snapping the man's neck. "Not even worth a proper kill." The blond then turned to his companion with a smirk. "Now, then. What's say you and me head back to your place for the night?" Klaus reached out and tugged on Stefan's waist, his strength forcing the younger vampire to take a step closer.

"Sounds like a plan," Stefan replied with a chuckle before getting distracted by his phone ringing. He quickly checked before rolling his eyes. "It's my brother, hold on." Stefan picked up the phone and took a few steps away from the Hybrid. It was more habit than anything since the only way he'd be able to get privacy from the vampire's hearing was if he went a few blocks away, not steps. "What is it Damon?" he asked impatiently

"I've been thinking about your journal," Damon replied idly.

Stefan gave a small sigh. It was his own fault. He should know better than to seem in a hurry around Damon – it only ever caused the other vampire to slow down even more. "Yes?"

"It was of the 21st century, right?" the brunet asked, continuing to slow the conversation down even further. He knew Damon already knew the answer to that question, but still insisted on asking.

"Yes," Stefan ground out, annoyance starting to creep in.

Damon hummed in thought for a moment. Stefan closed his eyes as he willed himself more patience. Finally, just as Stefan was about to snap, Damon spoke. "I don't recall very much from that time."

At first Stefan blinked in surprise. Damon usually waited until after Stefan exploded in annoyance to give in. This meant that something was wrong. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Damon returned, annoyed at having to repeat himself, "that I don't recall very much from that time. Like, nothing."

Stefan paused to ponder on this for a moment. "Me neither," he confirmed. "But that may be normal. If it was a particularly boring decade, then it might not stick out in our minds."

"Yeah, maybe for you." Damon snorted. "My life is always awesome; I don't have 'boring decades'." Stefan rolled his eyes, but Damon continued on. "I'm telling you, something's not right here, brother."

Stefan sighed. "Maybe. But I don't know what and it doesn't sound like you do either. So for now, I'm going to forget about it and hang up."

Damon gave a light scoff but said goodbye. Stefan gave a small suffering sigh before turning back to Klaus.

"Sorry about that…" Stefan trailed off as he took Klaus in. There was something off there. Klaus' lips were lightly pursed and he appeared to be thinking rather heavily – well, more like brooding. "What's wrong?" Stefan asked tentatively, not wanting to interrupt the man's thoughts.

"Hmm?" Klaus asked, snapping out of his musings. He had been worrying over the Salvatores putting together the pieces. He didn't want Stefan to try and remember Mystic Falls, and he definitely didn't want him figuring out that the reason he didn't remember at all was because of Klaus. "Oh, nothing." He smiled and wrapped a familiar arm around the Ripper's shoulders. "Now, then. Let's get going, shall we?"

Stefan let out a small gasp as Klaus shoved him straight through the front door, taking it off its hinges. Before he could even blink, Klaus was on him, nipping at his throat, blunt nails dragging over his abs. Stefan tossed his head back and groaned, uncaring of the spectacle they were putting on for anyone who walked by the apartment.

"Fuck," he gasped as he reached out and dragged Klaus' shirt off, uncaring that he was ripping it in the process. "Now," he growled, burying his face into the blonde's neck as he nipped hard with his human teeth.

Klaus shuddered violently at the vibrations of the growl mixed with the sting of pain from the bite. He bared his teeth in a way that would have been terrifying if he hadn't still been in his human guise.

He gripped the back of Stefan's head hard, curling his fingers into dark hair before forcefully pulling the man back. Stefan blinked up at him in momentary surprise, but Klaus just smirked and forced Stefan's head to the side. He then leaned down and began to suck on the exposed neck.

Stefan let out a hitched gasp that soon turned into heavy panting. But his patience soon wore out. Stefan broke away from Klaus and glared at the Hybrid for teasing when he knew what Stefan really wanted.

Klaus chuckled in amusement causing Stefan to glare even harder. With jerky, angry movements, Stefan began to strip out of his clothes. He tossed his shirt to the ground and fumbled with his jean clasp as he was too annoyed to properly focus.

He wanted to fuck and he wanted to do it right now.

Why did Klaus have to constantly make things into a game?

Stefan paused at this last thought. Why did Klaus have to constantly make things into a game? Why did Klaus have to constantly make things into a game? The words seemed familiar… and yet Stefan didn't know Klaus nearly well enough to say these words for certain… yet somehow… somehow, they seemed true. As though Stefan had said or thought them before. Why did Klaus have to constantly make things into a game?

"Are you just going to stand there?" Klaus teased lightly as he reached out to hook a finger into one of Stefan's belt loops, startling the man out of his thoughts.

Stefan looked up at the Hybrid blankly before recalling what they were currently in the middle of. There was no reason to be holed up in his own thoughts. He had known Klaus in the 1920s, that's probably when the Hybrid had said those words.

Yet, even as he decided that must be it, there was still a mysterious feeling in his gut telling him that he was wrong.