Katherine was in the kitchen, making dinner. o at least she attempted to. She hadn’t been cooking since…well, this was the first time. She tried to open a bin, but the thing to open it was so stupid.
“Goddamn it!” she cursed and she smashed the bin against the wall. “Why can’t we have blood like normal vampires?” she yelled.
“Because I feel like eating American food” Stefan dicho being annoying. “So better get it ready, already”
He was sitting on the sofá with Rebekah who kept giving him secret stares. One time she didn’t look away fast enough. “What’s your deal? How do tu know Katherine?” Stefan asked.
“Oh, we go back centuries” Rebekah said. “But it’s not really an exciting story. No, the 20’s were más my decade”
“Really? Why is that?” Stefan asked bored.
“Well, the música was better. tu hardly hear any jazz nowadays. Just crap people call music” Rebekah complained. “And the people wore clothes. I mean actual clothes, they didn’t wander around like prostitutes…And naturally, love”
“Tell me about him” Stefan said.
Rebekah frowned frustrated. “You really don’t remember?” she asked sad. “What’s there to remember?” Stefan asked, now interested a little. “Well, I guess I’ll have to tell tu then” Rebekah dicho obvious.
Katherine raced to Rebekah and grabbed her arm, forcing her to the front door. “Okay, it was nice catching up, but now we really have to go”
“What? No! I want to stay here! Stefan has the right to know who I am” Rebekah objected.
“He can’t!” Katherine hissed. “You know what your brother said. Stefan can’t find out until he says so. Only he can break the compulsion”
Rebekah angry turned around and walked back to Stefan. She kissed him, Katherine staring at them in shock. This was purely to provoke her, Rebekah didn’t amor him at all. She let go. “See tu later” she winked and she walked out of the loft.
“Goddamn it!” she cursed and she smashed the bin against the wall. “Why can’t we have blood like normal vampires?” she yelled.
“Because I feel like eating American food” Stefan dicho being annoying. “So better get it ready, already”
He was sitting on the sofá with Rebekah who kept giving him secret stares. One time she didn’t look away fast enough. “What’s your deal? How do tu know Katherine?” Stefan asked.
“Oh, we go back centuries” Rebekah said. “But it’s not really an exciting story. No, the 20’s were más my decade”
“Really? Why is that?” Stefan asked bored.
“Well, the música was better. tu hardly hear any jazz nowadays. Just crap people call music” Rebekah complained. “And the people wore clothes. I mean actual clothes, they didn’t wander around like prostitutes…And naturally, love”
“Tell me about him” Stefan said.
Rebekah frowned frustrated. “You really don’t remember?” she asked sad. “What’s there to remember?” Stefan asked, now interested a little. “Well, I guess I’ll have to tell tu then” Rebekah dicho obvious.
Katherine raced to Rebekah and grabbed her arm, forcing her to the front door. “Okay, it was nice catching up, but now we really have to go”
“What? No! I want to stay here! Stefan has the right to know who I am” Rebekah objected.
“He can’t!” Katherine hissed. “You know what your brother said. Stefan can’t find out until he says so. Only he can break the compulsion”
Rebekah angry turned around and walked back to Stefan. She kissed him, Katherine staring at them in shock. This was purely to provoke her, Rebekah didn’t amor him at all. She let go. “See tu later” she winked and she walked out of the loft.
Tyler logged in to read his email. He frowned when he saw the 65 unread messages. He clicked on the first one. “I know what tu are”
He clicked on the segundo one. “I know what tu are”
He clicked on the third one. “I know what your are’
All 65 mails held the same message. I know what tu are. Tyler clicked on the reply button. “Hey, dude, don’t tu have anything better to do in your spare time? Don’t tu have a girlfriend o boyfriend to annoy? Get a fucking life, already”
He pressed send. It seemed like only a segundo had passed when he already received an answer.
“I know what tu are and I’m going to tell everybody”
“Suit yourself, moron” Tyler send and he shut the computer down.
He clicked on the segundo one. “I know what tu are”
He clicked on the third one. “I know what your are’
All 65 mails held the same message. I know what tu are. Tyler clicked on the reply button. “Hey, dude, don’t tu have anything better to do in your spare time? Don’t tu have a girlfriend o boyfriend to annoy? Get a fucking life, already”
He pressed send. It seemed like only a segundo had passed when he already received an answer.
“I know what tu are and I’m going to tell everybody”
“Suit yourself, moron” Tyler send and he shut the computer down.
