#audaxhibrida

    Stefan shot right up the moment the sun hit his eyes. He pushed his hands down into the bed and looked around the room, something elegant and far more elaborate than his tastes. He fell back into the soft bed and pillows, then looked around, searching for another inhabitant - the room was girly enough.

   He sat at a table not too far from his sister and her lover. He tapped his fingers against the table, staring, with complete aggravation and displeasure. He shifted in his seat then stared down at his hands before looking back up. Marcel had her wrapped around his finger. He tensed his jaw and fidgeted in his chair. Sophie walked over and sat down next to him, watching Elijah watch Marcel and Nik. She snorted then handed him his coffee. "Are you seething over your sister? She's doing her job." Sophie muttered lowly. Elijah looked over at her, then back at Marcel.

   "No, she isn't. Something is wrong. Because she genuinely looks to be in love." He muttered. He leaned back in his chair and stared down at the coffee in his hands. "He's changed it. A whole new ball game. He's... done something. And I won't allow it." He got up and walked out of the house, Sophie closely followed behind him. He slid his hand against his face then turned and pointed at Sophie. "I'll have to win her back. One way or another." He pursed his lips. "I'll swoon her back. I've... done that before." He recalled the 15th Century.

   "I can and will." He nodded then turned around to start walking. "I'd hate to burst your bubble, Elijah but your sister is into the bad boys. And you're far from a bad boy. You're like... The guy someone'd bring home to their mother." Sophie caught up to his side, he stopped dead then turned to her. He grabbed her by the cheeks and kissed her - just to see how it felt. Just to see if... maybe he was overreacting. And he felt nothing. He'd wondered on many occasions if he'd felt something for Sophie, and had simply redirected his irritation towards Marcel, but no. He felt nothing.