Rachel was sitting at the cuisine table, drinking a cup of tea, to calm herself down a little. Since the events of the précédant night she had been very jumpy. She expected Damon Salvatore to montrer up out of nowhere and rip her heart, just like he’d done with her daughter. So when the cloche, bell rang she let out a scream and spilled some tea.
“Mrs. Lindy? I know you’re home” Stefan called from outside. “I just want to talk”
Rachel stood and walked to the door. She opened it.
“Good morning. I’m Stefan Salvatore” Stefan introduced himself politely.
“You’re the vampire that turned my daughter” Rachel commenté cold, but trembling.
“And I’m sorry for that” Stefan responded softly. “But I’m grateful that I got to know her. She was a good friend”
“Why are toi here? Surely not to reminisce about my children and how toi took them from me” Rachel snapped angry.
“Can I come in? This talks so…weird, toi know. And if Veronica sees us…” Stefan a dit warning.
“I’m not afraid of Veronica” Rachel a dit in such way it sounded like she meant the opposite.
“And that’s your mistake” Stefan replied. “You think because you’re Kelsey’s mother she will spare your life. But she really just needs you. Vervain bombs ou wolfsbane grenades ou any kind of human made weapon won’t be enough to fulfill her purpose. She needs toi for your fangs and the moment she doesn’t need toi anymore, you’ll be dead. Derek understood that”
“Derek’s a coward and a traitor” Rachel snapped.
“Derek made the right choice” Stefan commented. “Think about it. If Veronica is so eager on killing my kind and your kind, isn’t she then betraying both Kelsey and Amber?”
There was something in Rachel’s expression that made Stefan reconsider what he had just said.
“Unless she doesn’t know…” he a dit slowly, plus to himself than to Rachel.