the past isn't always in the past.

@ sam winchester.
Agatha stumbled through the darkness of the night, she had to get away from the town, the further away she was the safer every human would be. She was starving and scared. She didn't know what was happening to her, all she wanted to do was sink her teeth into the neck of someone. She had been having a casual conversation with Penelope when the hunger hit her and before she could stop herself she had sunk her newly formed fangs into the woman's neck draining her of all the blood in her body. She had killed her, she had never wanted to do that but she had no idea how to control her hunger. She needed help, there was one person she had heard of, talk in the city but she had no idea where to find him, nor did she know if he would help her.

Agatha came to a stop tears falling down her cheeks and blood around her mouth, she dropped to the ground frustrated, hungry and crying. She hated this, she didn't want to be this. She wanted to go back to being a normal human. She wanted to go back to being able to dance with all the women in their beautiful dresses, smoke cigarettes and capture the attention of some of the richest men. It was the 20's a time when things were changing and women were becoming more alive more reckless, and here was Agatha sitting in the darkest part of Chicago.

She needed a drink, and she needed to change.

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Stefan sat in one of the many bars in Chicago, he was next to his brother Klaus, the two of them had been talking for ages, Rebekah every now and again popping up and begging Stefan to dance with her, not able to refuse he had danced with her, the music in the bar was loud and the women were beautiful and the smell of fresh blood permeated the air. He had always loved bars and he loved the 20's the women were so much less conservative, they were coming out of their shells more, having fun, dancing all night and enjoying the company of men. Stefan had been able to get his fair share of blood and the women had gone unnoticed for the night, until morning when they were still there and unmoving.

Currently he was sitting at the bar watching Rebekah dance to the up beat jazz that was playing loudly and his eyes were trailing over the female who stood on a pedestal singing with a voice as smooth as honey and intoxicating as a fine wine. To say he was enjoying himself was an understatement. However he wasn't sure where Klaus had disappeared to.