This is a love story. A sick, slightly twisted love story, but a love story all the same.
There once was a vampire boy named Stefan, who spent the 1920s in a Chicago speakeasy, flirting with the ladies, hanging with a witch and drinking all of the patrons' blood. One day, he met a girl named Rebecca. She was beautiful, quick-witted and mysterious. The vampire boy had found a vampire girl.
They spent their time together, dancing and drinking victims' blood, then making out, then licking their victims' blood off of each others' lips. And then she introduced him to her brother.
Nik (as Klaus was going by in those days—his full name is Niklaus, remember?) grew to like Stefan's nauseating cruelty (can we discuss how he forced some dude to drink his wife's blood in a wine glass?) and Stefan's obvious enchantment with him. And so they became friends, countrymen, brothers. Read More...