She watched. And as she watched, she listened. She listened as Tyler and Joules made plans to leave Mystic Falls. She listened as Matt and the Sheriff discussed Caroline in the Grill. She listened as Damon and Bonnie constructed a plan to fool Klaus into thinking she was dead. She listened to a lot of things. She listened as Alaric lied to Jenna. Then she listened as he said goodbye to her for the last time, as they laid her coffin into the ground. And now, it was time to act.
As she crooked a finger towards him, she swung her hair out of its ponytail, knowing the movement would shift her scent even closer to him. She led the way to the back entrance of the Grill, raising her eyebrow as he smirked and followed her, the smugness obvious on his face. This girl was practically offering herself to him on a plate.
As she felt the door press itself against her back, she shifted and it swung back, opening onto a dark alleyway. An ideal place for what she had planned, and by the look in his eyes, so did he. Moving further down the alleyway, out of sight of anybody coming out of the back entrance, the two moved, one leading the other further into the darkness. After what seemed like an eternity, a dumpster loomed into sight. They smiled at each other seductively, both unaware of each others names, but aware that the inevitable for both of them was here. Moving closer, they settled into their chosen spot.
Suddenly, in one swift movement, his lips were at her neck, his teeth sinking into her flesh. But this was the funny thing. As her blood, her sweet smelling blood, the strongest scent he had ever found in his 100 years of living, had gathered in his month and swam down his throat, a fire began in his body. A slight discomfort at first that scalded his mouth, but soon developed into a blaze of heat, scorching his veins, his stomach, his skin, tearing away at his insides, fighting to engorge its victim. Until all that was left was its withered remains, its grey skin with eyes sunk back into the sockets, gathered in a heap in the alleyway. With a swift kick to its neck, she watched as its head caved in, until the mound was literally clothes and dust worthy of the dumpster. And in it went.
"Shoot", she exclaimed as she felt the heat of her blood trickle down her neck. With a quick wipe of her neck and a tightening of her scarf, she walked back to the Grill; following the path she had led it down only moments earlier. And then the alley was still.