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"Welcome to Chicago."
Sabrina and Stefan steppes out of the car that stopped inside a large warehouse, the two followed Klaus through the building.
"What are we doing here?" Stefan asked as Klaus pulled open a back foot.
"I know how much you loved it here. Bringing back memories of the good old ripper days?" The three looked out the door as the cool night air came in. The bright lights coming from the tall building shone in the distance as a large truck started moving into an empty parking space.
"Blacked out most of them. A lot of blood, a lot of partying. The details are all a blur," Stefan replied looking out into the distance.
"Well, that is a crying shame. The details are what make it legend," Klaus remarked.
The bright headlights reflected onto the them as they stood and watched the city. Sabrina turned her head as the lights flashed into her eyes. Drinking the day before and not being able to sleep if off was not a good idea, she could feel the hangover making its move.
"Chicago was magical."
"Was?" Sabrina asked squinting as the lights switched off.
"All good things eventually come to an end."
"Yeah, well, I'll take your word for it," Stefan murmured pushing of the edge of the door and turning around. "Like I said, I don't remember most of it."
"Going to get down to business, then?" Klaus retorted with a tone of disappointment.
"Why are we still with you? We had our fun, your hybrids failed. I mean, don't you want to move on?" Stefan opined with his arms folded.
"We're going to see my favourite witch. If anyone can help us with our hybrid problem, it's her."
Sabrina let out a deep sigh along with a slight yawn. "I'm going to sleep in the car. Wake me up when we get there please," she said walking back into the vehicle.
"There's gonna be a breaking point you know." Stefan's voice said from behind Klaus who's eyes followed the girl as she pulled the door closed.
"I think she's managing pretty well," he grinned turning back around.
"She's gonna loose it sooner or later. The amount of people she's seen killed in one summer. I feel like sometimes you forget she's human"
Klaus smirked remembering the similar conversation he'd had with Sabrina back at the bar in Tennessee.
"What?" Stefan questioned, looking confused as his expression.
"Why don't you just undagger Elijah so Sabina is free from you?" Klaus' amused expression fell at the mention of his brother.
"Don't tell me what to do, Stefan." Turning away he walked over to the car.
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"Looks familiar, doesn't it?" Klaus asked as he led them into an empty bar.
"I can't believe this place is still here." Sabrina marvelled at Klaus and Stefan, they both seemed to be reminiscing as they looked around the room.
"You've got to be kidding me." Their heads turned to see a middle aged woman with white hair stood not too far from them.
"So a hybrid walks into a bar, says to the bartender," Klaus began with a smile.
"Stop." The women began walking towards them. "You may be invincible, but that doesn't make you funny."
Her attention turned to look at Stefan. "I remember you."
"Yeah." Stefan nodded. "You're Gloria. Shouldn't you be..."
"Old and dead?" she finished for him. "Now if I die, who's going to run this place, huh?"
"Gloria's a very powerful witch." Klaus informed looking back at the two.
"I can slow the aging down some. Herbs and spells. But don't worry, it'll catch up to me one day."
Feeling invisible in this conversation and a little light headed Sabrina walked over to a table, pulling out one of the chairs she sat down.
"Stefan, why don't you go and fix us up a little something from behind the bar? And preferably something else for Sabrina," he jested looking at the brunette who was slumped against the chair.
"Yeah, sure thing," Stefan mumbled before heading behind the counter.
"You look ravishing, by the way," Klaus complemented turning his attention back to the witch.
"Don't," she began as the two sat down across from each other at a table not too far from Sabrina. "I know why you're here. A hybrid out to make more hybrids? That kind of news travels."
"So what am I doing wrong? I broke the curse."
"Obviously you did something wrong," she told him earning an unpleased groan from the hybrid. "Look, every spell has a loophole, but a curse that old...We'd have to contact the witch who created it."
"Well, that would be the original witch. She's very dead"
"I know. And for me to contact her, I'll need help. Bring me Rebekah."
Cogs in Sabrina's head began to turn as she tried to remember where she'd heard that name before. Pushing the winching pain aside she tuned back into their conversation.
"Rebekah." Klaus smirked, looking way for a bit before back at the woman sat in front of him. "Rebekah is a bit preoccupied."
"She has what I need. Bring her to me," Gloria told him.
"What is this?" Stefan interrupted coming around the bar with a picture in hand.
"Well, I told you, Stefan. Chicago's a magical place," Klaus answered getting up from the table.
"But this is me. With you," he said holding up the picture of him and Klaus with their arms around each other's shoulders.
Sabrina got up as well and began studying the picture with furrowed brows. The discomfort in Sabrina's face didn't go amiss.
"If you have an answer to my hybrid problem love, now is the time to share." Intrigue and a hint of impatience laced his voice.
"It's like I'm trying to get something but I can't," she told him scrunching her face before leaning against the table for support.
"Sabrina?" Klaus voice reverberated in her head as she tried to focus on her surroundings. The scraping of a chair being pushed against the floor echoed along with footsteps.
She inhaled deeply as the pain increased. Closing her eyes shut she tried her best to push it away.
Gloria cautiously walked up the girl who was clearly in pain. She placed he hands on her shoulder just as the girl's eyes shot open. Looking in Stefan's direction she could make out the look of concern he had on his face.
All three heads shot up in the room, turned behind the bar as the glasses placed above the counter shattered along with a few liquor bottles.
Gloria took her hands off Sabrina who placed her own on the table breathing heavily.
"What did you do?" she stuttered between breathes.
"You felt that?" Sabrina nodded look up at Gloria.
"You mean to tell me I've had a witch with me the whole time?" Klaus asked eyeing the girl.
"No, she's not a witch," Gloria replied. Sabrina looked between them as her breathing caught up to her.
"Get me Rebekah. Your little friend and I are going to have a talk."
Klaus looked at Stefan before walking out. He was quick to follow leaving the two women alone.
"Sit down, sweetheart," Gloria said indicating to the chair beside her.
"So what is it that's been giving you these headaches?" Gloria asked as the two sat opposite each other.
She waiting a few moments as Sabrina sat in silence. "If you don't talk to me I can't help."
"Who says I need your help?" Sabrina snapped.
"Because if it what I think then you're in for a real surprise the next time a migraine comes on."
Sabrina sighed before sitting up straight in her chair. "When I moved to Mystic Falls, I would get these sort of visions every now and then. But since we left it's been harder and painful."
"You've never asked anyone one about it or looked into before?" the witch asked her.
"Who would I have gone to and where would I have looked?"
Gloria placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin on hands. "Well you are a new one," she said after a while in thought. "I can't pin the label seer onto you."
"That's a thing?" Sabrina frowned. "You said if it's what you think. What did you mean?"
"When you've been around for a while you pick up a few things in the witch circles," Gloria began lowering her arms.
"To the point please."
Gloria smiled as she rose from her seat. "Impatient one aren't you?"
"Around supernatural populated places there's usually some form of residual energy," she explained placing both hands on the back of the chair. "Mystic Falls, is a hot bed for supernatural history. When you arrived you must have somehow absorbed it. That would explain your visions."
"Wouldn't absorbed mean it stays with me?" she inquired looking up at the woman who seemed too calm for her liking.
"You'd think. But no, the energy is tied to the town not you."
"That doesn't explain the broken glass or why me."
Sabrina frowned against as Gloria laughed. "What?"
"Why me?" she imitated the girl with a chuckle. "Does nature need a reason to do anything?"
"Glasses?" Sabrina was becoming impatient again.
Gloria moved towards the bar. Returning with an empty glass, placing it in front of Sabrina.
"Focus and think about it again," she instructed.
"Why?"
"Just do as you're told," Gloria sighed folding her arms.
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