Dean's POV

Dean walked down the empty streets of Mystic Falls, surveying them as he went. He had heard some rumors about this town that did not settle well with him. Sam was off in Oklahoma working on a case with Bobby so Dean had decided to check out this seemingly 'perfect' town. As he walked the moon was high in the sky and he felt as if eyes were on him. He walked tense, ready for anything. His gun pressed against his back and his silver knife against his leg. He was armed and ready for action.

After walking around for a while he discovered a little place called 'The Grill'. His stomach rumbled and he was parched so he decided to stop in. When he walked in his boots made a thud sound on the floor and practically every woman in the place turned and looked at him, the guys shooting jealous glares. Dean just smirked. He was always getting those looks and after a while he stopped caring.

He went to the bar and sat on one of the stools. He tapped the bar to get the bartender's attention and ordered a beer. He looked around him. Everyone was chattering happily with their friends or family except for one person. A man seated to Dean's right was not with anyone at all. His dark hair fell perfectly and his ice cold blue eyes stared at the bar with intensity. He drank his scotch slowly as if savoring every sip. Dean's eyes raked over his lean form, clad in all black from head to toe. He looked about 20 years old but something about him made him seem much older.

The man noticed Dean's staring after a while and turned his gaze upon him. Dean was not one to back down easy so he kept the dark man's gaze for a moment. After a while the chill of the ice cold blue eyes got to him and he had to look away. He inwardly cursed himself for not being able to hold someone's gaze, it was a trait he had prided himself on for many years. The man seemed to be amused at Dean's discomfort and smirked before turning back to his drink.

Dean was about to get up and leave when he got a whiff of the most intoxicating smell he had ever inhaled. He turned his head and his eyes went wide. A tall slender woman with curly dark hair and deep brown eyes had entered the grill. She was stunning in a pair of black jeans, boots and black top. Her eyes roamed the room as if looking for someone. Dean felt the urge to let his mouth drop open but he resisted it. She saw him staring at her and a coy smile curved her lips. He was speechless. She walked towards him with a predatory grace and for the first time in his life Dean had no witty line to say.

She sat down beside him and turned her heart shaped face towards him. With a slight purr in her voice she spoke. "What's a good looking man like you doing here all alone?" She asked, her voice smooth as silk. Dean gulped. She found this amusing and smirked slightly. Dean finally found his voice. "Do I look alone to you?" She laughed at this. "No, not at all." He smiled. He found the way she laughed fascinating. It was like she had no cares at all.

Katherine's POV

Katherine had started this night bored and looking for some action. She had decided to go to the grill to tease Damon or that pretty boy Matt, but something about the stranger she was sitting with now, drew her to him. Maybe it was his dark green eyes which seemed to suck her in and hold her. Or maybe it was that mouth that curved so deliciously when he smiled. Either way the moment she saw him she had decided that she must have him.

He seemed to have no problems with that. At first he had been caught off guard, as so many were by her appearance, but after a while they fell into an easy conversation with light banter and for the first time in a long time Katherine felt completely at ease.

Damon on the other hand was watching them out of the corner of his eye with a slight scowl on his face. He had not really gotten over her, no matter how many times he pleaded to the contrary. Katherine knew Damon would always love her and there were times when she wished she could love him back. However, the pretty Elena had captured his attention of late and it seemed he was falling for her harder than he had fell for Katherine. On one level Katherine was pleased about this but on the other the fact that Elena was taking her place made her want to rip all of Elena's hair out and drain her dry.

Dean's POV

The more he talked to her the more he began to like this mysterious woman in front of him. She was witty, beautiful, and had a certain charm that could only be described as purely feminine. He enjoyed their banter and after a while he slid closer. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "This place is boring, how about we get out of here?"

He saw a spark light in her eyes and lust fill them. He knew that the same look was in his eyes and he let it show not bothering to conceal it. She smiled coyly and got up. She took his hand and together they walked out of the grill.