~Stefan~

I needed another drink. That old woman was spooky. The way she laughed at us before I ripped her throat out... That was a new one. I'd never heard one of them laugh before. Her words rang in my head: "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into." I shook them off. One more drink and then I'd go get the wolfsbane and meet back up with Klaus.

I was exhausted. We'd been scouring Seattle for almost a month. Until today, we'd found nothing but dead-ends. I was starting to doubt the werewolf pack we were looking for even existed. Finally, our investigation had paid off. We had a name: "Collin Littlesea."

I couldn't help feeling something wasn't quite right though. The way the old woman resisted our compulsion… How did she hold out for so long before giving us the information? I didn't taste any vervain in her blood. Maybe she was a witch? Or the distant relative of a witch? I hoped Klaus and I wouldn't spend much longer here. Get in, make some hybrids, get out, done.

According to the address book on the old woman's phone, the werewolf was living in a village about a hundred miles west of here called La Push. We'd head out tomorrow to find him. But first…

"Another bourbon, neat" I called out to the bartender. As she handed me the drink, I heard a man's voice behind me. It sounded angry.

"Meet me out back" it ordered. "We need to talk."

"Oh, dear. What unfortunate soul intended to mess with me tonight? I smirked and slowly turned. A huge, pale man loomed over me.

"Well," I said as my eyes met his. "Who might you be?"