I'm in America, in Mystic Falls. Everything around me seems odd but also cool in the same time. All these metal boxes with wheels ride so fast, the houses are so tall, and shops, oh is it real? Can the shop be so big? How many clothes, shoes and accessories are in it? I unconsciously went towards the shop but then my stomach growled. Oh, not now! And of course I don't have any money or any understanding of the modern world. I even don't know what the year is now. Ok, let's go to the cafe and smile to some guy. And the main question - am I still pretty?
Yes, I definitely am! My tits are even bigger than they were! But it's really odd to see in the mirror not innocent looking angel with blond curls and blue like sky eyes, but red-headed bitch with bright green eyes. Suddenly I remembered that Crowley said one time that this nice appearance wasn't fit my personality and I should had red hair and green eyes like witch. And now look at me! He was definitely right and I like it! Then what was strange enough, I had scars on the same place as I had on my previous body. But I don't care. Now I'd sell a soul for big delicious steak! (For demons- it's not an offer, just a figure of speech)
Oh, he's really handsome, was my first thought when I saw Damon in cafe. I wasn't sure at this because last(and the first) time I saw him, I was deadly drunk. Tall, dark hair, grey eyes, in good shape. Oh, he's definitely in my taste. Oh, what I think! Yes, my first feeling when I saw my killer it wasn't hatred or fear, just passion and curiosity. I just sat near him and smiled. Then he smiled back and offered me a drink. And then it was a pitch dark...