Always Getting Over You | The Vampire Diaries

The End Of The Affair

Chicago 1922

The air the cold in the Windy City of Chicago as a handsome young man with light brown hair and leaf green eyes exited a stationary automobile that was parked on the side of the empty street. With a smirk on his lips, the man straightened his jacket and strutted down the abandoned street without a backwards glance.

In the distance the sound of traffic was the only sound that could be heard until he reached the mouth of a dark alleyway that he turned down without changing his pace. He came to a heavy door that was positioned halfway down the length of the alley and came to a complete stop in front of the door. His gaze looked to the left quickly in the direction of the mouth of the alley to make sure no one had seen him approach before his head swivelled to the right. Not even using half his strength, the young man pulled open the door before he silently slipped into the brick building leaving no trace he was ever in the alley to begin with.

The man smiled genuinely as the soft sound of jazz music filled the darkened hallway that he had just entered. A small speck of light in the distance guided his way into the crowded jazz bar that was hidden away in the Chicago underground.

The club floor was crowded with men in sharp suits and women in fashionable flapper dresses that were all chatting and laughing without a care in the world thanks to the forbidden liquor that filled their glasses and blood.

The man's gaze swept around the crowd, taking in all the faces before landing on the petite African-American woman that was on the stage in the middle of room singing in time with the music. Her melodic voice cut off abruptly so his green-eyed gaze jerked back to the stage in surprise to see the singer looking directly at him with a smile.

"Guess who my eyes have just spied, ladies? Looking for a good time, Mr. Salvatore?" The singer asked him happily from the stage as excitement danced in her dark brown eyes and the young man smirked as nearly all eyes in the club turned to see who the infamous 'Mr Salvatore' was.

"Save me a dance, Gloria." The young man responded with a suggestive wink towards the singer and she giggled softly with a slight nod of her head before continuing her performance as though no interruption had occurred.

Mr Salvatore tore his eyes away from the entertainment to see if he could find a dame to occupy his time for the night. His light green eyes swept over the room once again although this time his inspection if the crowd was more critical as he silently judged each of women in the club regardless to whether or not they were alone for the night.

He smirked to himself when his gaze fell on a lone woman in a dark navy flapper dress with honey coloured hair curled perfectly in a fashionable twist who was sitting on one of the stools at the bar nursing a tumbler of amber liquid and ignoring the rowdy men around her as she listened intently to the woman on stage. She sipped her drink without taking her eyes off of Gloria and he found himself wondering what colour those eyes were so he took a few steps closer to the bar and to her before coming to a stop when another man decided to approach the young woman.

Salvatore cocked his head to the curiously as he watched the other young man lean on the counter top next to the young woman and open his mouth to say something to her only to be cut off when she silently held up her white gloved hand that wasn’t holding her glass to prevent him from speaking without break her concentration. She sipped her drink with one hand while waving the other in a dismissive fashion at the man who gaped at her for a moment more before sulking off back to his friends while the pretty girl rolled her unidentified coloured eyes.