Covered in nothing but a towel Stefan opened the door of Alaric’s loft in which he lived for the time being. There were two women standing in the doorway, one being the selfish vampire slut that had changed him and his brother, the other being a blonde girl he had not seen before yet somehow she looked familiar, as if she belonged to a part of his past he had tried so hard to bury he had forgotten it.
“Good morning, Stefan” Katherine said. “Won’t toi invite us in?”
“Give me a reason” Stefan smirked.
“Because toi l’amour me” Katherine a dit obvious and a glare of annoyance flashed over Rebekah’s face.
“Who’s Blondie?” Stefan a dit nodding at Rebekah. Blondie, seriously? If Stefan only knew…
Katherine raised her eyebrows and she quickly said: “Stefan, Rebekah. Rebekah, Stefan…Can we go in now?”
Stefan pulled his shoulders. “I’m not so sure about that, Katherine” he teased. “This isn’t really my house, it’s Ric’s. I don’t think I can invite toi in”
Rebekah grabbed his neck and forced him outside. She pierced her stare in his eyes. “Invite us in now”
“Please, come in” Stefan a dit monotone and the two vampires entered the loft. “See, that’s how it’s done” Rebekah a dit smug.