Rachel was sitting at the keuken-, keuken table, drinking a cup of tea, to calm herself down a little. Since the events of the vorige night she had been very jumpy. She expected Damon Salvatore to toon up out of nowhere and rip her heart, just like he’d done with her daughter. So when the klok, bell rang she let out a scream and spilled some tea.
“Mrs. Lindy? I know you’re home” Stefan called from outside. “I just want to talk”
Rachel stood and walked to the door. She opened it.
“Good morning. I’m Stefan Salvatore” Stefan introduced himself politely.
“You’re the vampire that turned...
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