𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎

𝐀 𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐁𝐞

'daddy issues'

Khaos Morningstar had finally graced the godforsaken town that was Mystic Falls, and she was not happy about it. She hated that she looked up to her father and his loyal and honest ways, but she couldn't help it. She was a daddy's girl since her mother was long gone from the picture when she dropped her 'demonic' child on his penthouse floor when she was young.

She tried thinking that she was only doing this because of Stefan cashing in a debt, but she knew she wanted to see him and see how he was doing in this mundane town and his new girlfriend.

She also wanted a chance to see Klaus, she had heard and seen a lot about him (mainly from her father), but she wanted to see the great 'hybrid' with her own dark-colored eyes. Perhaps it was because he was a hybrid; maybe he could understand her blight of being a part of two different factions and worlds.

AC/DC blasted from her speakers; the wind whipped her long hair with her heel and floored the car at illegal speeds. Blackout sunglasses sat on her nose, and she scowled at the 'WELCOME TO MYSTIC FALLS' sign.

Everyone could hear them coming from a mile away with the loud music in her black Chevy Impala; she looked around the small white collar down with distaste, used to the lavish and crowded lifestyle of New York. She parked her expensive car in front of the Mystic Grill, rolling her eyes under the glasses at the original name. She shut the car off, ignoring all the looks, grabbed her Prada handbag, and stepped out of the car, her black Stelitos hitting the ground with a crunch. She closed the door softly; it was her baby, after all.

She walked into the Grill and looked around the poor establishment in annoyance.

'Stefan better has someone good for me.' she mentally cursed him and that stupid debt she owed.

A basic blonde boy stepped in front of her, his baby blue eyes taking in her figure subtly, and he wiped his sweaty palms on his apron.

"Hi, Welcome to the Grill. Do you need a table, or do you have an order?" the waiter asked cheerfully; she glanced at the name tag, almost scoffing at the basic name, Matt.

"A table would do, Matt," she told him, taking her sunglasses off with her blood-red acrylics. She glanced at the bar that was calling for her. "I'll get a large glass of scotch and two ice cubes, please. I'm in desperate need."

He gaped at her as she placed the glasses in the bag that cost more than his house.

"How'd you know my name?" he questioned suspiciously and Khaos refrained from rolling her eyes, "Your name tag," she drawled, and he nodded silently, walking her to an empty table.

She slid into the booth in the corner of the Grill with grace, tapping her nails against the table and waiting for her alcoholic drink. Thankfully she didn't need to wait that long as Matt arrived quickly with a scotch glass nearly filled to the brim with two ice cubes floating in the amber liquid.

She flashed him a sensual smile, dragging her nails against his arm, "Thanks Matty," she purred, already in a better mood seeing the alcohol.

He smiled and left her alone, and she took a sip, her shoulder sagging in relief. She picked up the menu as she drank it, glancing it over and looking for anything that piqued her interest.

"I recommend the loaded fries or the prawns!" a cheerful voice made her place the now empty glass onto the table. Khaos looked up at the voice, nearly closing her eyes at the brightness. She looked young with pale skin, blonde wavy hair over her slender shoulders, happy and bright blue eyes, and she was dressed in a flower dress.

Khaos could sense the death around her, so her dark eyes glanced down at the blonde's hand and saw the tell-tale blue ring.

"I'm Caroline Forbes! I've lived here my whole life and go to high school here, so I frequent this place a lot, but I've never seen you before. Are you new?" the bubbly voice asked, holding her hand.

Khaos smiled at the fledgling, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. Even if she was in this godforsaken town, she remembered her manners. "Khaos Morningstar, at your service. I'm in town visiting a friend," she introduced herself, and Caroline stared at her with wide eyes and slightly tinted cheeks. She sat across from the woman, staring at her with a large smile.

"Are you British?" Caroline asked her, watching her finish the scotch. Khaos smiled at the blonde and nodded yes.

"I've always wanted to go to Britain!" She confessed excitedly, and Khaos shrugged, placing her hand up, getting Matt's attention.

"You have all the time in the world to go, I'm sure. It's a beautiful country; I think you would love it." Khaos told the blonde, and Matt reached their table, glancing at Caroline with furrowed eyebrows.

"Another scotch, please, Matt," Khaos asked him, looking at Caroline, and asked, "Would you like anything, Miss Forbes?"

Caroline shook her head, just staring at Matt with sad blue eyes. Matt awarded nodded and left to get her scotch.

"Bad breakup?" Khaos questioned her, looking at the waiter walking away.

Caroline nodded, not ready to talk about it, so she changed the subject, "So, who is this friend? I probably know them."

"I'm sure you do. I'm visiting Stefan Salvatore," Khaos told Caroline, placing her head in her palm watching the blonde tense at the mention of Stefan. Caroline observed the dark-haired girl, looking for a blue ring, and came up empty. "Why are you looking for Stefan?" Caroline asked suspiciously.

Khaos smiled at the fierceness of the fledgling, "He called me here; he needed help with Klaus."

Caroline narrowed her eyes at the mention of Klaus and leaned closer, "You know Klaus?"

Khaos nodded, not saying anything as Matt approached them, placing the scotch on the table; this time, it was half filled. Khaos nodded her head in thanks, drinking the whole thing in one go and standing up.

"I'll see you soon, Miss Forbes," Khaos told her, bidding goodbye, putting the glass on the table, and tipping.

"Just Caroline," she murmured, watching Khaos leave and the two hundred dollars on the table. She slumped into the chair, pulled her phone out, and called Elena.

𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

Stefan didn't need the heads up from Carolne to know that Khaos had made it; he could hear the roar of the Chevy and AC/DC blasting. He placed the now empty bourbon glass on the alcohol tray, taking a deep breath in, he thought he would be ready to see her, but truthfully, he wasn't.

It didn't help that Elena and Damon sent him questioning looks since he hardly drank, especially around Elena.

A loud knock resounded through the house, and Elena stood up, walking to the door before Stefan could get it.

"Katherina?" Khaos questioned with a grumble, seeing the familiar face opening the door. "You look disgraceful; what happened?" she told her, seeing the now straight hair and the horrendous outfit choice.

'Katerina' gaped at her, and Stefan came up behind her, pushing the door open wider, "Khaos," he greeted, silently inviting her in.

Khaos walked in, eyes lingering on 'Katerina' who hadn't said anything to her; she was expecting a retort or something. "This is Elena Gilbert, not Katherine. She's my girlfriend," Stefan told Khaos, who took her glasses off as she glanced around the old house.

She raised a perfect eyebrow at Elena, looking her up and down. "Really, Stefan, darling? You could do so much better than Kat's doppelganger," Khaos told him, rolling her eyes at his stupidy.

Hearing her voice in person for the first time in years made him remember the night they met and what a night that was.

SAN FRANCISCO BAR, 1989

Stefan and Lexi had split ways since Stefan had come to terms with his ripper status; he had been on the animal diet for a few years.

He had gone out for the night to explore the San Francisco scene and was in the mood for a drink and maybe some dancing. He walked into the brightly lit bar and smiled; hearing Technotronic's 'Pump Up The Jam' set an electrifying atmosphere; he could feel his adrenaline starting to match the beat. Blue, pink, and purple neon lights shined against his clothes as he walked up to the bar, pulled a red stool out, and sat down. He browsed the alcohol selection on the wall like he would pick something other than bourbon.

As he waited for a waitress to finish with another customer, he looked at the black and white checkered dance floor; people danced under the strobe lights bleating the lyrics. He tapped his fingers against the table to the beat of the song and hummed the lyrics, "Pump up the jam, pump it up. While your feet are stompin'."

The song had been on repeat for weeks, so it was fully ingrained in his brain, it wasn't his usual style, but it always got him in a better mood.

"What can I get you?" The waitress asked him, bringing his attention back to her and the scent of alcohol.

"Just a bourbon on the rocks, thanks," he told her, and she nodded, turning around to pour him a glass.

His hand was soon reunited with a glass of amber alcohol; it was the first of many. He drank as he watched everyone have a good time, he wasn't there to have fun elsewhere, but the loud music and alcohol kept him grounded.

Hours had dwindled by, the dance floor grew smaller, and the night turned darker, so he decided to turn in for the night. He placed a few notes on the table, nodded to the waitress, and left with a smile and a slight buzz in his blood - he did drink a lot.

His smile soon vanished when he heard scuffling noises and a feminine yelp from the closet alleyway. He scowled at the noises and the immediate thought that came with them; humans were disgusting creatures and never took no for an answer.

He sped to the alleyway behind the man holding a black-haired woman hostage, and she looked weak and tired. Stefan immediately thought she was drugged; he was far from it.

She tried pushing the man off her, but she could not as the man used his werewolf strength to hold her down; she smelt the stench of wet dog a mile away.

Stefan ripped the man off her, throwing him away, and he groaned into the dumpster. He slowly helped the woman up on her feet, and her head spun; she desperately needed substance. She had been busy for the past month and had been putting off her next meal for a while, so it left her weak. Weak enough that a measly werewolf was able to bring her down, and it wasn't even a full moon - her father would be ashamed of her.

"Are you alright, ma'am?" Stefan asked her, looking her up and down for any damage, and luckily came up empty-handed. She was slim and curvy dressed in. .. and her long wavy dark hair.

She nodded her head lulling, and murmured, "Food,"

Stefan furrowed his brows but ignored it; trauma worked differently on people, he tried moving her up, but she stayed leaning against the stone wall.

She clutched his shoulders, pulled him toward her, and kissed him; he was shocked and didn't move until she started moving her tongue around his mouth. He tried to softly push her away, but her lips stayed on him, and then she bit into his lip, making him groan at the pain. Then he felt an immense wave of pure pleasure crashing into him - he'd never experienced that before.

It was intense, and he'd only felt something like it because of Katherine or when he relapsed; the first people he drained were always the best. Their blood tasted like pure heroine, ethereal and addicting.

After a while of kissing, he felt tired, which had never happened to him before, his knees nearly buckled, but the only thing keeping him up was the now strong hold of the woman before him. His mind was on the verge of collapse from such intensity and exhaustion - he felt like he had gone through a whole brothel.

Then she pulled away after minutes of sucking the life out of him, well, his sexual essence and mental energy. "God, I love vampires," she muttered, wiping her wet lips with a smirk adorning her plump red lips.

She watched her 'savior's' face contort into pleasure and pecked his cheek, "You taste utterly sinful," she murmured against his cold skin, "thanks for the assist. I owe you one."

He let out a breath, and his brows furrowed in confusion, "What just happened?" he asked her, and she smirked. "I'll tell you at mine; let's go," she told him, dragging him to her car.

That was the beginning of their relationship and friendship.

SALVATORE BOARDING HOUSE, 𝐍𝐎𝐖

Stefan was snapped out of his memory when she walked through the parlor, eyes lingering on the black-haired male standing near the bar tray. "Now, where's my payment?" She questioned, turning back to her old lover.

Stefan grimaced and told her, "Damon can help," pointing at the black-haired stranger. She followed his finger, taking a step forward to him, and looked him up and down and shrugged, "He'll do," she told him.

"Damon will help with what?" the man snarked, drinking the alcohol in his hand.

"Your sexual essence, energy, life force, whatever you wanna call it," she casually told him, plopping her perky ass on the comfortable couch and placing her slender leg over the other. She smiled at the choking sounds, "Didn't Stef tell you?" she drawled, watching Stefan squirm under her gaze.

"Tell us what?" The look-alike questioned, standing closer to Stefan with crossed arms, silently marking her territory.

"I'm a succubus; I feed off sexual essence instead of blood," Khaos explained, running her hand through her long hair.

"You're a succubus?" Elean asked dubiously, looking her over.

"I could suck your soul out if you want a demonstration," Kahos told her, leaning forward with narrowed eyes.

She stepped back into Stefan's embrace, and Khaos huffed in slight jealousy and annoyance; she wasn't feeling very welcomed.

"So this is your great plan in taking down Klaus?" Damon asked, looking at Stefan and pointing at her.

"I've got more power in my pinkie than you do in your entire body," Khaos drawled, leaning into the couch. "So let's recap everything for me," she asked.

Khaos was falling asleep as the look-a-like, Eleana recapped everything for her. It sounded like the plot of a dreadfully boring movie that kept dragging out.

"Your lives are so dramatic," Khaos drawled, finishing the glass of red Stefan had poured for her.

Damon had left a little earlier to talk to (threaten) John, Elena's uncle and father, for information. And Stefan had gone to talk some sense into the young wolf, Tyler.

They were interrupted when Elena's ringtone echoed through the parlor; Khaos filled her glass again, finishing the bottle as she listened to Elena talk to Stefan on the phone.

"Wait, she has Caroline?" Elean asked, standing up from the couch, and Khaos's head tilted at the name.

"Okay, I'll get Khaos and head there now," she told him and hung up on him after listening.

"Jules' took Caroline hostage for Tyler. So I need your help freeing her; you're powerful, right?" Elena spoke while putting her jacket on.

Khaos tilted her head, watching her baffled, and asked, "Why would I help you?"

Elena stopped and looked at her, "Because Stefan said you would help. That's why you came here, isn't it?"

Khaos placed the glass down and answered, "No, I'm here because Stefan called in a debt; I owed him one. But that involved Klaus, and Caroline weren't taken by Klaus, and you're not in danger."

"But Caroline's been kidnapped, and Jules will kill her! You have to help," Elena asked, her dark brown eyes pleading.

"I don't deal in requests; I deal in debts and favors," Khaos drawled, sipping the wine.

Elena huffed and gave in, "Fine, I'll owe you one now. Let's go."

Khaos observed her and quietly asked, "You really don't understand, do you?"

Elena had no idea she was making a deal with the devil - the devil's daughter, but some would say she was worse.

"What do you mean?" Elena asked, confused, and Khaos smiled, shaking her head. "Stay here; I'll go get her and remember you owe me one," she said, gulping the rest of the wine and leaving before Elena could reply.

𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒

It took her a moment to get the hang of her wings since she hadn't used them in a long time, but the dark grey feathers of her wings reflected the moonlight beautifully. She made it to the forest where Elena said she was and landed on the ground quietly. She followed the voices of Stefan and a woman, and she made her way through the trees.

"Khaos? What are you doing here?" Stefan asked once he saw her, but she shrugged, ignoring the look the woman was sending her. "Elena asked me to come and help Caroline as a favor," Khaos informed him with a smirk, and Stefan sighed; he would have to tell Elena to not make another deal with her.

Jules then whistled, and people came out of the tree line; Khaos could tell they were werewolves from a glance. Maybe Mystic Falls wasn't that bad.

"Let's try this again; give us Tyler," Jules demanded.

The three of them shared a look, and Damon told Tyler, "You heard her. Go. Get over there."

Tyler then walked to Jules, standing next to her, his body full of tension as he nervously looked around.

Then a buff guy with a buzz cut said, " Which of you killed Mason?"

"Uh, that'd be me," Damon told him, putting his hand up like an idiot.

"Boys, make sure that one suffers," Buzz cut told the other werewolves with a snarl.

Damon looked over at Stefan and then at Khaos, "We can take them," he told them, nodding in self-encouragement.

"I don't know about that...but we have Khaos," Stefan told him, watching the werewolf with the flamethrower that seemed to be getting antsy.

"So what can you do again?" Damon quipped at Khaos, who sent him a look, rushed at a werewolf to her left, and tackled them to the floor. He watched curiously as a wispy sort of substance came flowing out of his mouth, and the man screamed. Soon his screams died in his throat as he took his last breath; his face shriveled and grey like life was sucked out of him.

Khaos hardly did it because she thought killing humans was tedious, but a werewolf would boost the fight. Usually, her kiss of death was sexual, but she could also force it out; it was just more painful, and she liked the whole sex appeal about it and had more self-control to stop when she overtook essence.

Stefan was occupied with a werewolf with a crossbow and was unaware of the werewolf behind him, ready to stake him, so Khaos tackled the werewolf, slashing his throat with her sharp nails.

"Thanks," Stefan breathed, nearly grimacing at the sight of blood squirting onto her face. She nodded and went to fight another one that was near Damon. But before she could kill the werewolf, he started screaming in pain, covering his ears, and she noticed they were all doing the same thing and fell to their knees. She tilted her head at the scene and looked around for the witch; they loved their little answering spell, but most of the time, it seemed like their only spell.

Then a dark-skinned man appeared, walking towards them with his hands held out, casting his spell. "Elijah made a promise to Elena. I'm here to see it's upheld. You need to go. Get out of here." The man, Johans Martian, Elijah's witch, if she remembered, told them.

She looked at the Salvatore boys, and they nodded and fled the scene, leaving it to Jonas and Tyler to clean up.

𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

The three old creatures appeared at the house quickly, with Khaos wrapped around Stefan's back since he sped her home; she didn't want to be seen with her wings so early on.

"Thanks, Stef," she told him as he placed her back onto her feet in the kitchen, and he smiled softly down at her since he was taller than her.

He grabbed a cloth and started wiping his hands and looked at the blood on her face and neck, "How about I show you the showers," Stefan told her, and she nodded, "You going to join me?" she purred as they walked out of the kitchen leaving Damon there.

Stefan sighed and replied, "I'm with Elena; you have to understand that."

Khaos rolled her eyes at his words, "I'm just joking; we're old history - you've moved on, and we're just playing around in the '80s." She walked in front of him, not letting him say anything, and closed the door to her new room before he could walk in.

So, she was a little sour about what happened, even if it was a decade ago. She liked Stefan; she thought they were getting somewhere. At least we were friends, but then he left, and Khaos had never been rejected or tossed aside like that before, so it hurt. And being called back after sparse contact to save his girlfriend was annoying and not to mention rude. She was a Morningstar! Sometimes she hated taking after her dad in the debt department, but it certainly helped her in a bind.

Tomorrow she would lay the ground rules about their debt and leave as soon as it ended.

_____
This is half edited idk but here 😮‍💨

vote and comment x
words: 3, 756