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.
“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.
Title: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles par Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]
Author: Edgar Allan Poe [More Titles par Poe]
HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
Are Holy-land !
-THE END-
Edgar Allan Poe's poem: To Helen [Poem of Youth]