His angel ~a Klaus Mikaelson x OC love story~

Looking...edible

I was a little confused as to why we were here, but I didn't see the need to question it.

"Welcome back to Chicago, Stefan." Nik says as we stand outside, taking in the sites of the city.

"What are we doing here?" Stefan questions.

"I know how much you loved it here. Bringing back memories of the good old ripper days?" Nik replies.

I frown, knowing Stefan doesn't like talking about his past.

"Blacked out most of them. A lot of blood, a lot of partying. The details are all a blur." Stefan responds numbly.

"Well, that is a crying shame. The details are what make it legend." Nik retorts.

"Word was, the ripper of Monterrey got lonely, so he escaped to the city for comfort. It was Prohibition. Everything was off limits then, which made everything so much fun."

"Chicago was magical."

"Yeah, well, I'll take your word for it. Like I said, I don't remember most of it." Stefan repeats.

"Going to get down to business, then?" Nik jokes, sensing his urgency to get back on topic.

"Why am I still with you? We had our fun, your hybrids failed, you've succeeded in getting Ivy to not hate your guts, seeing as she hasn't let go of your hand for the past hour. I mean, what more do you want?" Stefan complains.

I look at my shoes as he talks about me, the tone of his voice filled with something close to disgust.

"We're going to see my favorite witch. If anyone can help us with our hybrid problem, it's her." Nik respond shortly, guiding me back over to the car with a hand on the small of my back.

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Our little group walks into a dimly lit bar.

It's quite cozy, the nice atmosphere sends a smile to my face.

"Looks familiar, doesn't it?" Nik asks Stefan.

"I can't believe this place is still here." Stefan states in disbelief as he looks around.

"You got to be kidding me." A female voice says.

I look at the woman, taking in her appearance of dark skin and short white hair.

I look up at Nik, who has a smile on his face.

"So a hybrid walks into a bar, says to the bartender..."

"Stop. You may be invincible, but that doesn't make you funny." The woman cuts his off before he can finish.

I giggle, making Nik shoot me a playful glare as he squeezed my hand.

"I remember you." The woman says as she looks at Stefan.

"Yeah. You're Gloria. Shouldn't you be..." Stefan says, trailing off at the end of his sentence.

"Old and dead? Now if I die, who's going to run this place, huh?"

I smile at the woman and she smiles back.

She seems to be looking between Nik and I, her gaze resting on our intertwined hands.

"Is she your-"

"Yes she is." Nik answers immediately with a proud smile.

"Well congratulations then." She smirks at us.

"So, are you a vampire?" I ask her, recalling when she said she should be "old and dead"

"Gloria's a very powerful witch." Nik answers me.

"I can slow the aging down some. Herbs and spells. But don't worry, it'll catch up to me one day." Gloria adds.