SHADOWS ⧫ klaus mikaelson

𝟏𝟗 | 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲

"Chicago was magical." Klaus took a step towards Stefan, who was staring at the city lights in the dark.

"It still is." Adelaide sang from where she was, pulling a camera out to take a few photos. She had bought the camera a few years ago and it was one of the things she had told Klaus she had to have with her if she was to go on this trip with him and Stefan. She wanted to capture all these amazing places he was taking them, because she wasn't sure she would ever have another chance to visit them. Despite the fact that the reasons they were on this trip weren't exactly the most pleasant, she had still visited and seen some amazing places. Like the Smoky Mountains - they were beautiful, even though they were hunting down a pack of werewolves who all ended up dead in the end.
"That it is my darling." Adelaide bit her lip to stop her smile from growing at Klaus's gentle words towards her. She wasn't sure what was going on with her feelings towards the hybrid, who had killed her aunt and tried to kill her sister, he even believed her sister was killed, but she didn't hate these feelings. Thinking of her aunt and sister made her face drop however. It was then she realised she wasn't being cold enough towards Klaus. In her mind she knew she had been acting as if she had already forgiven him, but she realised that it was too soon to forgive him. Tears collected in her eyes at the thought of Jenna and John. She missed her friends and family. This was fun and all, but she was away from the people she loved most.

"Yeah, well, I'll take your word for it." Stefan sighed, "Like I said, I don't remember most of it." Stefan turned around to go back through the door.

"Ready to get down to business, then?" Klaus's voice returned to its usual low and deep tone. "Adelaide, love." Adelaide took a deep breath and blinked away the tears in her eyes before turning around and walking past Klaus who had kept the door open for her. She felt Klaus's eyes on her as she made her way down the stairs back to the bottom floor of the building where Klaus and parked the car.

She heard Klaus mention that they were going to visit his favourite witch to Stefan as they neared the car.

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"Looks familiar, doesn't it?" Klaus asked Stefan with a knowing tone as the three of them walked into an empty bar.

"I can't believe this place is still here." Stefan gaped as he walked around.
"Do you think whoever owns this place will mind if I delve into the alcohol?" Adelaide asked with a teasing smile as she made her way behind the bar to pour herself a drink of bourbon. Lately after having had a quite a lot to drink in one day, she had realised that it would take a lot for her to get drunk, and so she was able to drink alcohol as if it was water.

"You got to be kidding me." Adelaide eyes tore away from Klaus and Stefan as all their attention went to someone walking into the bar.

"So a hybrid walks into a bar, says to the bartender..." Klaus was cut off by the woman.

"Stop. You may be invincible, but that doesn't make you funny." Adelaide laughed at the woman's response.

"I like this woman." She added, drinking from her glass while pointing at the new comer.

"I remember you." The woman smiled at Adelaide before looking at Stefan and recognising him.

"Yeah. You're Gloria." So Stefan didn't forget everything about his time in Chicago.

"Mh-hmm."

"Shouldn't you be-" Gloria cut Stefan off.

"Old and dead? Now if I die, who's going to run this place, huh?" Faire point - the bar was a nice looking bar.

"Gloria's a very powerful witch." Klaus admired.

"I can slow the ageing down some. Herbs and spells. But don't worry, it'll catch up to me one day." The witch explained.

"Stefan, why don't you go and fix us up a little something from behind the bar. Keep Adelaide company." Adelaide rolled her eyes as Stefan told Stefan to join her. She avoided eye contact with Klaus as he looked over to her, seeing annoyance written all over her face.

"Yeah, sure thing." Stefan chuckled before nodding and making his way towards Adelaide. Even though he had been sent away he and Adelaide could still hear everything with their supernatural hearing.

"You look ravishing." Klaus complimented the witch.

"Don't. I know why you're here." The witch told Klaus as the two sat down at a table. "A hybrid out to make more hybrids? That kind of news travels."

"So what am I doing wrong?" Adelaide felt Stefan tense up beside her and she placed her hand on his, reassuring him. They shared a glance with each other as they listened in to the conversation Klaus was having. "I broke the curse."
"Obviously you did something wrong." Adelaide began to worry that the witch may be able to find out why Klaus making hybrids wasn't working. "Look, every spell has a loophole, but a curse that old... we'd have to contact the witch who created it."

"Well, that would be the original witch. She's very dead." Klaus responded with a small smirk.

"I know." Gloria nodded, "And for me to contact her, I'll need help." Adelaide lost focus of their conversation as she noticed a picture stuck to the wall where she had Stefan were.

"Stefan-" her voice trailed off as she reached forward and pulled the photo down from the wall. Her finger traced over the old photo, looking into the faces of two very familiar people who she never thought would have been smiling like they were in the photo, together. It was Stefan... but he was with Klaus. He took the photo out of her hand, eyes wide as he stared at the photo.

"Bring me Rebekah."

"Rebekah. Rebekah is a bit preoccupied." Adelaide turned to look at Klaus who was still talking with the witch, talking about someone named Rebekah.

"She has what I need. Bring her to me." Gloria told Klaus in a stern tone.

"What is this?" Stefan finally spoke up, turning around as Klaus and Gloria looked their way.

"Well, I told you, Stefan." Klaus got up, "Chicago's a magical place." He said as he noticed the photo in Stefan's hand.

"But this is me. With you." Stefan breathed out lowly, shocked by the photo. 

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