"Elena, hold up!" She turned around to see her best friend running after her. She immediately stopped, her face filling with concern and anxiety, she could sense that something was very wrong.
"What's wrong?" she asked moving towards Caroline, whom she had known her whole entire life. They had grown up together, so she had learned to read her like a book.
"You haven't heard? There are new vampires in town, my parents are going crazy. Just when we thought things were settling down," she babbled breathlessly, her eyes blazing with something Elena wasn't sure she could identify.
"What? Has anybody been hurt?"
"No, nobody has been hurt…yet. Thank god. I just—I have a bad feeling about them," she sighed. "I did manage to catch a glimpse of one of them though. Tall, dark hair and baby blue eyes. He was gorgeous." She shrugged.
"Caroline! He's a vampire!" Elena exclaimed her eyes wide, had her friend gone completely insane? Vampires were not to be trusted. Things had changed in Mystic Falls, vampires were now allowed to roam freely without the Council killing them, but the price was that they had to feed on blood bags, and they were not to spill any innocent blood. Of course some vampires just turned rogue, but the moment that they did, they were killed. This is where the towns' hunters stepped in. Caroline and Elena were both hunters, descendants of the original hunters, making them the best at what they did.
"So? I didn't say I was going to jump into bed with him," Caroline giggled pulling open the door to the Grill. "I was merely stating that he was hot," she added, to which Elena rolled her eyes and pulled a disgusted face. Caroline pretended to ignore the expression and went to grab them a table while Elena went up to place their order.
"Hey," she grinned walking towards her boyfriend, Matt who worked there. He saw her coming towards him and his face lit up, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and smiled. It had been a while since she'd last seen him.
"Hey babe, I wasn't expecting to see you for a few more days. When did you get back from your holiday?" he asked placing a quick kiss on her forehead.
"Yesterday," she admitted with a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry, I know I should have called but I was so tired, and then everything got so crazy," she explained lamely; she wasn't exactly lying, but she wasn't being completely honest either. She had got back yesterday morning, and she'd had multiple opportunities to call him but had chosen not to. It wasn't that she didn't love him anymore, because she did. It was just that something had changed; she had started to notice things about the way she felt. She couldn't explain it, but what she had with Matt didn't feel the way she had always dreamed and thought being in love felt like, which was ridiculous considering she did love him.
"It's okay," he kissed her softly on her lips before releasing her. "I'm assuming you want the usual? Two hot chocolates and a portion of chips?" he asked, and when she nodded he smiled. "Coming right up, babe." He kissed her briefly before disappearing behind the counter to place her order.
"Babe? Really? You're with a jock who calls you babe?" an amused voice commented behind her, she whirled around to find herself face to face with a stranger. She identified him immediately; the dark messy hair, the piercing blue eyes, and the arrogant attitude most vampires usually carried themselves with was evident. Much to her annoyance, she was able to see what Caroline had told her, he was extremely handsome.
"You've got a nerve," she stammered taking a conscious step backwards as their proximity was making her feel nervous and uncomfortable. "You know, what with me being a vampire hunter and all," she added in a whisper ensuring that nobody overheard her.
"What are you going to do? Kill me?" he asked in a mock whisper, his eyes gleaming with amusement. When she opened her mouth, and closed it again his smirk turned into a full arrogant grin. He started walking towards the bar before briefly stopping when he was beside her. He leaned closer to her until his face was inches from hers, for some unknown reason, instead of pushing him away the way she normally would have done, she froze on the spot and held her breath.
"You should probably stop wasting your time with him," he whispered into her. "I don't think he's your type." He added before straightening up and sauntering off, leaving her standing there with both of her fists clenched, breathless with her heart hammering against her chest.