The Creator by Andrea Churchill
Someone new is in Mystic Falls…but who…or what…is she?
Damon walked into the Mystic Grill. He approached the bar and sat down with a glum expression on his face. He ordered a scotch and looked to his left. Sitting two seats over was a woman. She looked to be in her late twenties, with ash blonde, medium length wavy hair and slate eyes. She had a hard, expressionless, serious face. She had dark, stern eyes and deep red lips. She wore a fitted black dress with black heels, and held a glass of red wine. She looked over to Damon and he looked at her as well.
Damon had never seen this woman before. His first notion was that she was a vampire. She was new, she was beautiful, and she had a certain expression that seemed to yell "mystery". And for all he knew, that wine could have been blood.
He turned to her, curiously. "I haven't seen you around before." He said. "Are you new to Mystic Falls?" His voice had that sedative, dark, cunning tone to it.
She gave him a look, and turned to him a little. With a dark voice she spoke, "For the time being."
"Hmm…" Damon looked her up and down. "Business or pleasure?"
He predicted she was here for business, with some mission. Maybe it had to even do with Elena. If not, she could just passing through for the pleasure of feeding. If that was so then she might not be as strong…and he had a better chance of staking her.
"Pleasure, I suppose…" she said. "But not really…just visiting, passing through." The woman seemed to look at him like she did not want him to ask any further questions. She wanted Damon to leave her alone.
"Visiting whom?" Damon asked, ignoring her glares.
"A relative of mine lives here. I thought I would pay a visit."
Damon contemplated. By her air of coolness, it was likely that she was a human. But something was still off with her.
Damon nods his head and turned away from her, thinking. He had the idea of calling Bonnie. She was a witch…maybe she could touch this woman and get that vibe thing she gets from people. Yep…that sounded like a good idea.
Damon got up and went to a quiet corner in the grill and took out his phone. He called the witch. She picked up after a few rings.
"Hello? Damon?"
"Bonnie….I need you to get over here. I met some chick and I have a slight feeling she's more than she seems to be. I need you to do that little witchy vibe thing you do. You know, see if you can get a vision or something."
"Witchy vibe thing?" she sounded annoyed.
"Yeah. Whatever it is that you do. I think this one is a vampire. Just need a check-up."
Bonnie sighed on the other end of the line. "Fine. Where are you?"
"The grill."
"Alright. I'll be there soon."
As Damon hung up and turned around, he half expected the woman to be gone. But there she was, still sitting there. It actually surprised him. He thought for a second, maybe she isn't really a vampire. But, something was still off….maybe she was another witch, even.
He sat back down at the bar next to the woman. He drank a sip of his scotch. He looked over to the woman…she was looking directly at him.
He turned to her with a suspicious glare. His eyes shot questions at her. He did not trust her. Not one bit. He had a feeling she knew exactly who he was….and who Stephen was and who Elena was…and everyone else. Maybe he shouldn't have called Bonnie…she would be getting herself involved in possible danger. But it was a risk he was willing to take…he needed answers.
Bonnie got there soon. During the wait Damon and the woman were staring at each other practically the whole time. Damon didn't know what she was doing…but he felt like she was looking right through him. He felt invaded, like his mind was being read. But, he highly doubted that was what actually happened. It just felt that way, the way this woman looked at him.
Bonnie saw Damon at the bar and saw the woman next to him. She saw them staring at each other. She could tell something was up.
"You know I never got your name." Damon said, in his sultry voice. The woman replied in the same tone, "As did I never got yours."
Damon narrowed his eyes, just as Bonnie slightly bumped into the woman, having pretended to it have been an accident. The woman turned around to look at Bonnie, and Bonnie turned to look at her, and put a hand on the woman's shoulder.
"I'm so sorry, I—"
Bonnie paused. She looked at the woman with wide eyes. She could see the vision…she could feel herself in the trance. It amazed her and frightened her at the same time. The woman simply looked at the witch and said nothing. Then Bonnie quickly took her hand away and quickly walked off. Damon got up and followed her, after giving the woman another wondrous glance.
"What is it? What happened?" Damon said quietly, after running after Bonnie a little. They again were at a quieter side of the grill. Bonnie was panting, and still a little wide-eyed. She looked at Damon with tears in her eyes. Damon asked again, "What did you see?"
"….Power." said the witch, looking up at Damon, completely frightened now. "Complete and utter power."
"What do you mean?" Damon asked with somewhat wide eyes now, concerned. "Is she a vampire or what? What kind of power?"
"I don't know!" Bonnie yelled a little. She sounded like she was freaked out. "I don't think so. I know what it feels like to touch a vampire. It wasn't the same feeling. It was just pure….power."
"Power…" Damon contemplated the meaning of that.
Bonnie nod her head. "Power…..so much power…" she was sobbing at this point. Damon was extremely surprised at her attitude. He did not expect her to react that way. He looked at her, and decided out of the kindness of his heart to hug her. Bonnie was surprised as well at his attempt to comfort her…but she accepted, needing it.
As Damon turned his head, the woman was finally gone.