Right before Stefan can fully make his way out of the alleyway, a man is flung across the other side of it right, the man's back connecting to the wall with a loud crunch. Lena hasn't seen Stefan yet, so she makes her way over to her with demon speed and they wrestle against the concrete, the man landing a punch before Lena thrusts her boot into the man's jaw.
"Bitch," the man says, spitting out a tooth.
Lena scoffs. "Like I haven't heard that one before."
Sorry you get an unwanted front row seat to this spectacle, Stefan.
This spectacle is not entirely unwanted. Stefan can always appreciate a woman who can take care of herself. He pauses, leaning against the alley wall and just watching. He has a name to put on a wall, but he could wait until she's finished.
Besides -- he could use another vampire to hit the town with. He's starting to miss Rebekah.
"Demon bitch," the angel says, and after a few more minutes of going at each other, he ends up leaving. He knows the company Lena keeps, and no one likes pissing off Sonny past a certain degree.
Lena pushes the hair out of her face and turns, presumably to walk out of the alley, and finds Stefan leaning against the wall. "... Well if I'd known I'd had an audience, I would've put in more effort," she says, snatching the glove off of her hand. Her jaw's still slightly locked.
Demon? The word itself pings his interest. Some of his more interesting meals had been very forthcoming about what's wandering around in Chicago due to the Rifts, but he has yet to actually see any of it.
Then she sees him.
"Don't mind me. I just didn't want to interrupt." He gives her a bit of a smirk that if she's ever met Damon might be just a twinge familiar, but beyond that he gives nothing away. "That was a rather impressive display on your part, however."
"That was thoughtful of you," she says with the tilt of her head. The demon's loud enough she can't do much but smirk back, and she means it. She likes finishing what she starts.
Oh, she's met Damon. The guy leaves an impression, to say the least. He and the Crowbar tentatively work together, but they doesn't mean they get along smoothly.
"Let's just say I don't like people touching my things." And that guy was running off with her microchip. "I'm Lena."
"Stefan," he says with a nod, not giving more than he is getting. It seems like the smarter way of doing business in this town. "Did you get back what was taken from you?"
"Bitch," the man says, spitting out a tooth.
Lena scoffs. "Like I haven't heard that one before."
Sorry you get an unwanted front row seat to this spectacle, Stefan.
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Besides -- he could use another vampire to hit the town with. He's starting to miss Rebekah.
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Lena pushes the hair out of her face and turns, presumably to walk out of the alley, and finds Stefan leaning against the wall. "... Well if I'd known I'd had an audience, I would've put in more effort," she says, snatching the glove off of her hand. Her jaw's still slightly locked.
Chilvary's just dead these days.
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Then she sees him.
"Don't mind me. I just didn't want to interrupt." He gives her a bit of a smirk that if she's ever met Damon might be just a twinge familiar, but beyond that he gives nothing away. "That was a rather impressive display on your part, however."
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Oh, she's met Damon. The guy leaves an impression, to say the least. He and the Crowbar tentatively work together, but they doesn't mean they get along smoothly.
"Let's just say I don't like people touching my things." And that guy was running off with her microchip. "I'm Lena."
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