1.
Outside the Grill a slender figure walked in pushing open the double glass doors.
The sound of her brown boots could be made out over the music that played throughout. An occasional shout of joy came from the pool tables where Elena Gilbert and Stefan Salvatore played.
She kept moving forward toward the open bar, where a hunched over figure sat. The man had on his classic black leather jacket and his black hair appeared glossy from the over casting light. Damon Salvatore.
Dressed in light blue jeans and a long sleeved blue plaid shirt, she rolled the sleeves up to her elbows sliding onto the bar stool.
Her outfit complimented everything about her body and features. The blue in the shirt brought out her eyes, the fitted pants made her body slender; while her fair skin and natural red lips contrasted beautifully with a blond and burnet hair mix, that fell around her shoulders.
"I'll have the same as him, please." Her voice was melted honey as she pointed towards Damon.
The bar tender went straight to work smiling to himself.
Damon looked up at her, his crystal blue eyes reflected this woman's beauty. Clearing his throat noticing he had been starring he furrowed his eye brows together, "Ah no, my drink would be way to strong for someone like you." His hand waved in her general direction while he turned back to his drink.
I'm stronger than I look, she wanted to retort.
She smiled to herself, "Hi. I'm Candice." Candice held out her right hand, she was to Damon's left.
"Hi." Was his answer.
With her hand still outstretched she prodded him, "You have a name?"
"Damon." He shot a quick look out of the corner of his eye.
The bar tender set her drink in front of her, "Thanks." Candice flashed him a model smile. Turning back to Damon to continued to gather information.
"You got a last name Damon?" Candice took a sip from her drink, wanting to wrinkle up her nose in distaste. Strong stuff — gross.
Letting go of his glass he leaned back, Damon's face gave away his suspicion. "I don't believe you told me your last name yet."
"Oh!" Candice giggled, "Pardon my rudeness, it's Ray."
Candice Ray, Damon thought, doesn't ring a bell.
Pausing he smiled, "Salvatore. Pleasure to meet you Candice Ray."
Candice looked over past Damon's head, another man approached them; although she already knew he was the local high schools teacher, Alaric Saltzman.
Alaric sat down on Damon's right. He leaned forward to see past him over at Candice.
"Hello, I'm Alaric Saltzman. My friends call me Ric. You are?" His right hand was outstretched.
"Candice Ray. It's nice to meet you." She said taking his hand shaking it.
Alaric froze, paralyzed by her smile. "Sorry for my staring." He ripped his gaze away from her face.
His actions made Candice's smile larger.
Noticing Damon changed the subject, "So Candice was telling me where she moved from." He turned to face her again taking a sip from his now refilled (for the fifth time) glass, his stare felt like it was seeking her soul, in a low voice he mumbled those words compelling her.
"Was I?" She said playing dumb, but complement did not work on her type. "I must have forgotten, I'm from Detroit Michigan."
"Really, born and raised?" Alaric asked.
"Of course!" She laughed again it sounded like little bells.
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Over at the pool table Elena leaned against her pole, looking over at the tri-couple laughing at the bar.
A spark of hot jealousy went through her, Damon never laughs with me...
"Elena you alright?" Stefan asked coming up behind her.
Shaking her head as if to rid her mind of Damon she looked up smiling, "Yeah. Just wondering who that girl is over there. She could seriously be a model."
Stefan followed Elena's gaze, he took a quit intake of air. "Your right, she could. But so could you." He replied leaning down kissing her cheek.
Pulling away she looked him in the face. "Aren't you worried?"
"Worried about what?" His eyebrows were drawn closer together, confusion spread over his face.
"Well, that there's a new girl in town – and maybe that she has taken interest in your brother... who easily kills and enjoys preying on people?" Elena fished in a big, big pond. She hoped Stefan did not question her love for only him.
"Elena, Damon's not going to repeat what he did to Vicky. You understand that don't you?" Concerned filled his voice.
She nodded, "Yeah." She breathed, "I understand."