She sat surveying the crowded tables from her seat at the bar, and sighed out of sheer, unequivocal boredom. Every trivial conversations of the humans in this place were available for her eavesdropping purposes and yet she could find no joy in listening to any of them. Rejection, first dates, petty fall outs, it all lost it's entertainment value after 100 years of repetition.

'excuse me, ma'am' the voice of the bartender pulled her out of her reverie 'I'm gonna need to see some id'

She heaved a sigh. Although mentally she was over a century old, her body was forever frozen at 17 years old. It was a real pain in the ass.

After digging around in her purse she lazily waved a fake id in the young bartenders face and returned to her surveying, she could always compel the poor guy, but in a town like Mystic Falls it was hard to know who had vervain in their system.

'Lucina, huh?' the bartender continued, recalling the name from the id.

She turned to him fleetingly 'just Lucie' she corrected

'You're not from here are you, just Lucie' he said

Lucie shook her head, he seemed to take this as an invitation to launch into descriptions of all the major hotspots in the town, suggesting boldly that should she be in need of a tour guide that he was always available. She really didn't have time for any pathetic flirtation attempts. She had more important things to be doing, like figuring out the current whereabouts of the two people she had been scouring the globe to find.

After spending years searching finally she had tracked them here, the last place she would have ever have imagined they would be. It wasn't exactly a place of happy memories for them, or her either really. But somehow, for some reason here they were, and if this Drew guy would shut up for a second she might be able to resume her listening for any mention of them.

'I'm Brady, by the way' the bartender told her 'Brady Clark'.

'Nice to meet you' she said absently. He reached over to take her hand that was resting on the top of the bar, shaking it for a little longer than was strictly necessary. This guy really wasn't giving up, maybe she could use him to her advantage.

'So, I was supposed to be meeting someone here' she told him, watching with amusement as his face fell slightly 'but it seems that he's gone awol'

'Would take a stupid guy to stand you up' he said.

She smiled at him slightly, he was sort of cute, in a nerdy kind of way.

'oh, it wasn't a date,' she said, faking a laugh 'I'm supposed to be crashing at his place for a while, he's supposed to be meeting me to show me the way there'

'Well, what's his name? It's a small town I'm sure I'll have heard of him'

Perfect.

'Damon', she said 'Damon Salvatore'

'Oh god, yeah everyone knows him, he's in here every other night drowning himself in Bourbon'

Yeap, that's Damon all right.

'so you know where I could find him?' she asked.

'Sure, him and his brother Stefan live just outside town in the Salvatore Boarding house, I could take you there if you want, my shifts almost over' he said, gazing at her expectantly.

'That's really nice of you but I'm sure I'll find my own way, just outside town?'

'yea, just keep going past Wickery Bridge, you'll find it, it's not exactly small' he told her

She jumped up from her bar stool, thanking him and downing the last of her drink. She could feel the excitement coursing through her: finally, after all this time she was going to see them again.

Brady looked disappointed by her sudden departure. What the hell, she thought, he was cute. She slipped her card in with the handful of bills that she'd left on the bar, giving him a quick wink as she turned and walked out of the Mystic Grill, fighting to keep her pace at a human speed.

A quick cab ride later and Lucie found herself outside what apparently was the Salvatore Boarding House. Brady wasn't kidding, the place was huge. Rustic and old, it loomed up infront of her. Built in the early 20th century perhaps? It certainly hadn't been her when she had roamed the streets of Mystic Falls. She could feel her heart pounding as she crossed the driveway, up to the big, wooden door. Each beat felt like it was calling to them: Stefan, Damon, Stefan, Damon. It had almost been painful to be away from them for so long and now they were just a few short footsteps away. She reached out with her extra-sensitive hearing trying to pick up any sounds of them. Faint murmurs was all that she could catch but it was enough to send her heart into a frenzy of nervous excitement.

She raised her hand and knocked timidly on the door. The murmurs cut off and she could hear quiet footfalls echoing against hardwood flooring. The door was flung open and Lucie's face lit up with expectation. Disappointment immediately flooded through her as she looked upon the person that had opened the door. It was definitely not one the of the faces that she had been waiting for. A guy stood in front of her, probably not much older than she was, physically anyway, he was cute, hot even. He had a certain boyish charm about him as with his brown hair that tumbled across his forehead. She had a sudden urge to reach over and brush it back out of his eyes. Focus, she chided herself, there are more important things to be focusing on than this guys incredible jawline. He was looking at her warily, she had been assessing him since he'd opened the door.

'Can I help you?' he prompted

'no, sorry, I must have the wrong place' she replied, suddenly coming back to where she was.

'You looking for Stefan and Damon? I don't live here, this is their place, they're just in the middle of a deep conversation so they sent me get the door for them' he told her

'Little Gilbert,' a mocking voice floated down the hall and out the door 'I sent you to get the door cause I thought you actually had brains enough to answer it'

The voice sent a thrill of excitement through Lucie, he sounded just the way that she remembered, though admittedly his voice did contain a lot more sarcasm than she remembered.

'I did get it' 'Little Gilbert' replied

'Then who the heck is it?' Damon replied, sounding closer than he did before.

The boy who stood before her raised an eyebrow. This was it, she thought, now or never.

'I'm Lucie,' she told him 'Well, Lucina, Lucina Salvatore.'