Lengthy NOTE: Who's the shameless creature? Me! Lol, I have more than dozen incomplete works, but I started this. I didn't think I would come up with Prologue chapter pretty soon. Quick points to mention:

1. Okay, so people who were familiar with my previous works "Sugar and Ice" and "Heart of Ice," here is the new installation. People who are new, welcome to this piece of crap. Since me and you readers weren't fine with the last version of this story, here I am with modifications. Sugar and Ice-Re-imagined.

2. I don't have my laptop with me, so I was writing on my phone. Which also mean I can't get back to other stories of mine anytime soon.

3. It is going to be Dark themed, Mafia story. Klaus is going to be a paranoid bastard.

4. Excuse all kind of mistakes. No beta. I don't own characters from TVD or TO. Everything I write is for fun and part of my imagination.

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So yeah, here's the introduction.

0o Prologue o0

If it's anything that can scare Stefan, then it would be evil glint in Klaus' eyes. Especially at the time when he's killing someone. Stefan would never know why and how much Klaus enjoys sticking knife in a person's body.

Twitching that metal inside his opponent's gut, Klaus smirked. Slowly, he took it out and looked down at his bloody hand. That viscous, red liquid was crawling down from his palm. "Goodnight, mate." He purred softly, patting on the cheek of man who was gasping for lungful of air. Then he nudged the wounded man with no trace of concern and made him lose balance, trip down in his own pool of blood. Such a messy scene.

Klaus might not be in his 'mood,' or else he would have made that guy suffer.

If he was old, naive Stefan, then he would have fainted by the time Klaus shifted attention to him. This Stefan knew how to layer his emotions, just not to seem pathetic to his boss.

Klaus- his boss; a dangerous, volatile person to have in one's orbit. Yet, working for him benefited Stefan in many ways.

"You must be wondering why do I stick to traditional weapons when it comes to killing someone." Klaus spoke to the only assistant in a room behind the bar, in the city mall, while the rest of gang was waiting outside. Stefan, like always, pulled that expressionless face as Klaus held out that knife and gave him a pointed look. "Did I tell you I take pleasure as the life fades away from my victim's eyes?" His stormy blues danced wickedly. "An inch of bullet," he signaled with fingers, "can't give you that delight, Stefan. It will simply make one's light disappear pretty soon and that-" he played with weapon, "-that irks me."

And Stefan figured out a few things that wouldn't irritate Klaus which helped him to survive for two good years.

After coming out the chamber, Klaus washed his hands and weapon before he tossed it to one of his men.

"I warned him Stefan," Klaus let out an exasperated sigh and half-glared. "To return money before I lose my temper. But he didn't listen. Thought everyone is aware of the name Klaus. Looks like I had to polish my skills." He scoffed walking out into the sports-bar and observed the karaoke singer.

Stefan wanted to go home and have a shower for a while before bed-time. Events of this day worn him out. Klaus was capable of utilizing his resources pretty well. Moreover the way he slaughtered Freddy had Stefan nauseous.

Yep, the Ripper wasn't okay with it. Still, his callous pretense was what shielding him.

Stefan eyed his boss who was busy mentally eating that brunette singer through his gaze itself. "Let's go," he muttered dryly after a moment.

The assistant showed no interest in Klaus' sexual life, though he was genuinely surprised when his boss didn't approach the singer. Even after observing more than considerable time period.

As the gang of five members made it out into crowd, Klaus strolled quietly toward the ground floor.

And then Stefan heard someone calling his name. Caroline, his step-sister.

Not now! A voice in his head groaned, his heart abnormally paced at higher rate. More than twice, he cursed inwardly while trying to register her face among the crowd.

He peeled himself away from the rest of gang and luckily Klaus was so lost in his world full of thoughts to pay attention. Hinting one of them, Stefan moved toward the woman who had bright smile on her angelic face.

"What are you doing here, Caroline?" Stefan tried to hide his tension.

His half-sister treated him with pointed look, sarcasm poured into her voice. "Heard washrooms in this mall are pretty neat." She gave a toothy smile. "I'd like to glance at them."

Stefan wasn't ready to enjoy her teasing him. "What did I tell you about-"

"Okay, I got the cue!" She snapped fingers, cut him in the sentence. "You're in 'mood,' Stefan." Laughing quietly, she brushed hair off her shoulders.

Not going to deny the fact, but some sort of relief began to pass through him. Speaking to Caroline would definitely make things lighter, calmer. But then, reality hit him hard.

"See, I got to go Caroline." He sighed. "I'll see you this weekend, okay?"

"No problem." Her upper frame quivered to the slightest, her sea blue eyes shimmered. "I have an interview this Friday." Then she pulled him into a warm embrace. "If I'm in, let's party. If I lose, then let's party as well." Stefan chuckled, patted on her back before she pulled away. Winking at him, she declared. "Drinks are on you, dear big brother."

"Of course." He nodded, reassuringly. "Little sister."

Caroline bit into her lower lip as she grinned. "Okay, I need to buy something formal for my interview. So, adieu for now."

Lightly he waved with a smile of his own and turned around to meet a pair of curious stormy blues.

Stefan stood in one of those moments in which he was having a blocked mind. Personal life spreading wide in front of Klaus? Nah, he had never done that before.

As he strode to Klaus, many thoughts whirled in his head. Blended, they all were.

"Klaus- I-"

His stammering could become his drawback, especially with his boss.

"Trevor informed that you have more interesting business to attend." The darkest glare landed on Caroline's path. Stefan couldn't be more thankful for she left quickly. "I wonder who stole my Ripper's attention."

Understanding that Klaus was expecting details from him, Stefan pulled that expressionless face as he replied. "I had a talk with my sister."

Klaus lifted his brows, surprised as he let out a sigh. "Sister?" Huffing out a smile, he stressed. "You never mentioned you have such a fascinating sister."

That- that really didn't sound normal.

And then Klaus' mouth twisted into his signature smirk. Caroline came out of the store, just in time, as if to become his prey. Thorough scrutiny had Stefan imbalance, for obvious reasons. The amount of obscurity he found in Klaus was unnerving. That made him believe that Caroline was going to be in severe trouble. In the coming future.

0o Prologue o0

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