........The Vampire Diaries....

"Honestly, this has got to be the whackest name of a city ever...Mystic Falls, there's nothing mystic about this shit..." Angela said mostly to herself out of frustration when she saw the "Welcome to Mystic Falls" sign. She wanted to be back home in New York, where the names of the cities didn't intentionally try to freak you out. She reminded herself that her cousin called her because she missed her and had something to talk to her about that couldn't be easily worked out over the phone. Angela had to remind herself of that every 2 hours as she drove further and further into the heavily wooded area of Mystic Falls. She decided to call once she had hit the Mystic Grill so she could meet her there; she hadn't eaten in about 12 hours so quite naturally she was starving.

Once she pulled up in front to the Mystic Grill, she looked up at the lights from the outdoor sign because the lights bounced off her pearlescent blue 2009 Chevy Camaro. She smiled and hopped out her car. She ran her right hand through her long shiny auburn hair and stretched.

Being off the road never felt so good. She thought to herself and walked into the Mystic Grill dialing her cousin's number.

"Hey little one, its Ang...I'm here at Mystic Grill...you can come meet me here cuz I am starving! Looking forward to seeing you! Later!" Angela said into her cousin's voicemail.

She proceeded to sit right up at the bar ordering and smiled warmingly at the bartender and waiter who were both males.

"What can I get you beautiful?" The bartender asked flirtingly as she paid him no mind at all.

"I'll take a chicken sandwich and fries with beer to wash it down with." The bartender nodded at the waiter and the waiter went to go get the food.

"Do you want the beer now or later?" The bartender asked.

"How bout I have one now, then have one later." Angela winked at the bartender and he nodded and grabbed her beer.

She turned away from the bar to watch what everyone else was doing in the bar and grill. She tried to hold in her laugh as she watched the amateurs bet each other who would win their pool game and watched a few people dancing. She took a sip of her beer and turned back around to put it back on the bar's island when she kind of felt like someone was watching her. She turned her head to the left and three barstools over, there was in fact someone looking at her. She took in his features quickly, his hair was raven black. He was wearing all black, only leather he had on was his jacket and the belt. His face was unmoved, just looking at her with his shot glass of bourbon in his hands. His eyes were ice blue and he the way he looked at her made her feel like he was trying to peer into more than her eyes. Suddenly she felt like she couldn't break the stare and only then did he move his head slightly the right and smiled. She reflexively smiled back and suddenly she felt warm. She started to feel her blood circulating a lot faster than it should and then she realized what was going on.

Oh not now, Ang. You were only looking at him...no need to be excited, pull yourself together. She thought to herself as she blinked a few times and just as sure as she made eye contact with whoever this guy was, he was gone. All she saw was a vacant fourth barstool. She went to open her mouth but she didn't know what to say. She turned around and looked at everyone in there and didn't see him.

"Here you go, chicken sandwich with fries." The waiter said pulling Angela out of her trance and turned to face him.

"Thanks maine." She said smiling and went in her pocket to give the waiter a 25 dollar tip.

"No thank you." He said gratefully as he walked over to take the other people's orders.

She tried not to inhale the food in front of her, but she was starving. She ate at a timid pace and 20 minutes later had another beer in her hand.

"Angie!"

Angela turned around to face her cousin. She could tell her voice out of any crowd.

"Hey Bonnie!" Angela said happily as she hugged her. Angela pushed Bonnie back a little to take a look at her. "You look so grown...It feels like forever. Where's your car?"

Bonnie frowned at the question. Of course she didn't have hers. "I uh...I got a ride..."

Angela looked at Bonnie with one eye brow raised. "Got a ride...from who?" Angela asked looking at her as Bonnie put her head down.

Not Elena, not Elena, Better not be fucking Elena....Angela thought as she looked around the bar and grill. Sure enough, Elena stood up from her chair and brought some tall guy with her.

Aw...Just fucking great. Angela thought shooting a look over at Bonnie.

"Sorry Angie, she wanted to meet you..." Bonnie started as Angela shrugged. "That's also what I wanted to talk to you about..."

"It's ok Bonnie, I'll live...." Angela said as Elena finally came up to her.

"Hey Angela." Elena said happily as Angela replied with a wave and a nod. She took in the features of the guy standing next to Elena.

He was a bit taller and leaner than Elena. His hair a dark brown and Angela's dark brown eyes stared into his green ones without judgment. Well...for right now anyway.

"Hello Angela, I'm Stephen," he said extended his hand out for Angela to take and she did.

"Hello Stephen."

Bonnie was surprised Angela was as polite as she was to Elena and Stephen. She is usually very blunt about her not liking Elena.

Wait a minute...does she know? Bonnie thought as she glanced over at her cousin.

Damon smelled Stephen, Elena and Bonnie coming to the Mystic Grill long before they even started up Elena's car. He came to that bar for his usual reasons; boredom, he hated seeing his brother Stephen brooding, and hated even more to see him all googly-eyed over Elena. He wanted to throw up thinking about it, but since he's been dead for over 120 years, that reflex has been dead and gone.

He didn't really know what drew him to the Mystic Grille initially, but he told himself that he didn't want to sit in the house and be with Stephen. He already had eternity to sit with that little punk of a brother Stephen.

He ordered his usual and looked at all the playthings living their lives as if there were no evil things that go bump in the night. He smiled at that. He knew everyone would be running scared if they knew that danger still lives in Mystic Falls. Not only that, but the danger is sitting right in the same Mystic Grill as them. When he spun back around on his bar stool he looked at the three guys sitting next to him. They weren't even half as good looking as he was, that he was confident of. He stared back at his glass and swirled the bourbon around. He could smell the scent of bourbon clearly...but he smelled something else. So he turned and looked back down to the right of him, at the 3 guys and he saw a woman next to them drinking at the bar. If he knew any better he'd swear she had been in his closet. She had his same fashion sense. She was light skinned and had on a black camisole with her leather jacket over it; her jeans were a dark denim wash and she had on high heeled black stilettos that came to mid calf. She was a sight to see, he'd give her that...but there was something off about her...

So he watched and waited. He watched her turn around and scope the scene, just as he did, letting her long black hair tease the bar island. She turned back to face her beer and took another sip, letting her charm bracelet slide down her arm.

Who are you? He thought in his mind as he stared intensely at her. As if she heard what he said, she turned to face him. Their eyes locked immediately. He stared into her dark brown eyes as his blue eyes began to dilate.

Let's just take a look shall we...he said to himself as she looked at him almost warningly.

He probed into her mind and picked out what he wanted to know.

Ah...Angela...that's a pretty name... he thought as he turned his head to the right and smiled at her.

He didn't make her smile at him; he didn't need to force her to. She was already stuck in his trance so she did it reflexively.

It's a shame, Angela...too bad you're a witch...now I'm going to have to kill you... He thought to himself and as soon as she blinked he was gone.

He stood outside and looked at the pearlescent blue Chevy Camano and smirked. It was Angela's. He could smell it.

Nice ride...he thought and was about to walk away when he saw a flicker of light dangling off her rearview mirror. He walked over to the car and looked at what was hanging there. It almost looks like an azure necklace but he could tell it was from 1864.

"Is that another.....crystal?" he asked aloud but mostly to himself. "Well, Angela....looks like I won't be killing you after all..." he said and smirked again. Then he disappeared into the darkness.