Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries; only original character Violetta

AN: Just a little something I had in my head that has grown into something more. Currently working on an old laptop and paper and pen while current laptop is away being serviced, so bear with me please :) ~Zyii

Kindly Edited by: Mione Boleyn

Re-Edited 17/11/2013

Thunder

A week into her life in Mystic Falls and Violetta could finally say that she'd settled in. Her two story white picket fenced house had been fully decorated inside and out. The inside walls a sea of vibrant colours, the furniture a mixture of block colours and comfy seats. Where there was usually the garage of a house was a converted small shop. She'd named it; 'A Little Slice of Heaven'. And in it she sold; chocolates, sweets from other countries, a delicatessen of handmade boulangerie, and a section of handmade cards. In the centre was a coffee table that had some soft comfy chairs surrounding it. She also included a gift wrapping service, a balloon service and a flower service.

She had so far been introduced to Mayor Carol Lockwood and Sheriff Forbes but had yet to make any friends of her own. So she'd decided that now was the time. Of course, her shop had been open for some time but news had not travelled fast of its arrival. She was still waiting for the customers to flood in, so she thought a break would be a good thing. It was a sunny afternoon after all.

Apparently the place to be was the Mystic Grill, a place not so originally named but Violetta supposed you had to start somewhere.

Before we go any further, let me tell you about Violetta. Her name, Violetta, is Italian, and you'd to well to remember that her name is Violetta and not Violet. People who shorten her name tend to meet sticky ends... Her reasons for being in Mystic Falls are her own but…we'll get to that later. Violetta had, ironically, violet eyes. She was of average height and build but she had two features which she adored. One her boobs – not to be crude – but she knew she had something to flaunt in that department. Secondly, her hair, it was vibrant, silky, long and wavy. It was the perfect combination of blonde and light brown, it looked like it had been kissed by the sun and she was often referred to by friends as having honeysuckle hair. She had had a boyfriend once but it had ended badly. Her shop was her dream. She had no family. She played the piano and she wrote stories.

Now, back to Violetta who had just opened the door to the Mystic Grill and wasn't surprised in the slightest when everyone turned to look at her. She supposed in a town this small, newcomers were far and few between. However, she tried to ignore the stares as she made her way to the bar. She ordered a fruit cider, it was far too early for heavy drinking, but in the afternoon you could get away with a light cider.

It wasn't long before she was approached by two men, one on either side of her. She had to momentarily hold back a laugh at the situation but managed to get past it.

'Hi, I hear you're new in town' said the first.

'Wow, your intellect astounds me' she replied sarcastically.

'My name is Alaric' he said.

'History teacher, I know' she replied.

He looked taken aback.

'Let me introduce myself, I'm Damon' said the other man – the hotter of the two.

'Salvatore, I know. You're on the council and you live with your brother' she said.

He seemed displeased that she knew these facts.

'And you are?' he asked, almost bitterly.

'I thought it was common policy in small towns to find out everything they knew about any newcomers, frankly I'm disappointed' she mocked.

At least Alaric had the decency to laugh.

'I'm Violetta' she said.

'Ah, Violet' said Damon.

'No, Violetta. Only my friend's call me Violet and you are not my friend, therefore you don't have permission' she said.

'I'm not one for sticking to the rules' said Damon.

'Obviously' she replied.

'So why the sudden move to town?' he asked.

'I wouldn't call it sudden. I made plans before I moved, just because you aren't on the ball doesn't mean others aren't' she replied.

'I think what Damon means is that we're very cautious of newcomers and want to make sure you aren't going to disrupt our quiet little town' said Alaric.

'I would tell you where I live but I wouldn't want to file another restraining order against someone. What you really wanted to know was whether I was someone you needed to keep an eye on or not' she said seriously.

Alaric looked slightly alarmed but Damon's face remained impassive.

'Are you saying you are someone we need to keep an eye out for?' asked Damon seriously.

Violetta mumbled something too quiet for either to hear, which sounded like 'stupid quiet towns, no peace'.

'I'm not saying anything' she said finishing up her cider and standing to leave, 'bye vampire boy and vampire hunter' she said with a nod to each before she left.

The confusion she left behind her sent a smile straight to her lips.