Moira couldn't shake the feeling that had been haunting her since the night of the party. Everything was so much stranger than usual and one thing Moira didn't like more than anything was feeling unsettled. So the best way she knew how to get out of her funk was to take time to paint, and enjoy the control she had over the brush versus the lack of control she had in her physical life. It was a lesson that she had been taught by... by someone, someone important.

The young woman growled in annoyance at that, this feeling had been happening far too often for her liking. It was like her very mind was turning against her, and the only thing she could rely on were the broken truths given to her by her vision filled portraits. They were clouded and disconnected as she painted faces she knew and ones she didn't.

After she had settled home once she made from the woods Moira had gone on a spree painting the faces of Caroline, Matt, Elena, Bonnie, Jeremy, Tyler, Stephen, and one she didn't know. She tried to make sense of their connections only knowing that pain and possibly death were to follow all her friends. The unknown man shared a small resemblance to stephen yet had black hair and piercing blue eyes. Something about him seemed off and different. Behind him was the spectre of a crow and she knew like any witch that that was a bad omen. Elena's image was also interesting seeing as she was painted staring into a mirror, or so it seemed, yet the second one seemed fiercer to Moira. They looked the same but were different.

Moira was severely frustrated with her attempts at trying to make sense of her paintings and decided she needed to go out. Dressed in a tank top and tight pair of jeans and converse, she stuffed her sketch book in her bag and headed off to the grill. Hopefully a change of scenery would do her good. Besides she hadn't been out and about much since she had been back in town.

The day was lovely and the town seemed to have the same feeling as it did all those months ago. Moira feel more at home now then she had in her own house. It was weird how only a few months seem to change so much. She barely heard from her friends since she arrived here. It was very depressing and it made Moira more than a little sad. Taking a seat at a booth in The Grill, looking around and watching people as they came in and out. Every now and then Moira would take interest in a patron of the restaurant and do a quick sketch of them, enjoying the simplicity that was her favorite hangout. That is till a man with black hair and piercing blue eyes walked in and took a seat at the bar. Moira hesitated and looked at him recalling her earlier drawings. So this was one of the key players in the town's future. She couldn't help but be curious.

Damon sat at the bar a was his usual routine and sipped on a glass of scotch feeling the eyes of the strange girl boring into his back. If there was one thing he disliked most it was strangers in his town. It was however a bonus that she was an attractive stranger which gave him the best excuse to speak with her.

He strolled over to her casually and gave his best, "I know I'm sexy, do you want to play" smile. "Do my eyes deceive me or has Mystic Falls gained a new angel?" Damon asked sitting beside her, "Names Damon Salvatore." He finished holding out his hand.

Moira raised an eyebrow at the offered limb and looked at him with a slightly amused expression, "Does that normally work for you? Cause I feel it was lacking a bit of zazz to it."

Damon couldn't help but smirk at that, "Normally it does, but I can see you are a woman of greater distinction."

"Very true on that front love." She said winking at him, "And no Mystic Falls has not gained a new angel, it's simply welcoming the return of one of its own. I'm Moira, I live with the sheriff she's my aunt."

Damon startled at that looking surprised, "Is that so? I've never heard her or blondie talk about you."

"Well I've been on an exchange program in Europe and if it's not about Caroline she doesn't say much, and Aunt Lizzie is a workaholic." Moira grinned sipping at her tea.

"Those are very true statements." Damon grinned, "But I can't help to think they were simply hiding you from me."

"Don't feel bad I've only been back a couple days, and I've been holding myself up in the house." She said reassuringly. "Besides why would they keep me from someone so charming?" Moira teased.

"You want to know a secret?" He asked batting his eyes at her.

Moira couldn't help but laugh, "Of course."

"It's because I'm so devilishly handsome they thought I would kill you with my good looks." Damon said playing with a piece of her blonde hair.

Moira rolled her eyes and swatted his hand away, "It takes more than a pretty face and dazzling blue eyes to drag me in love." She replied coyly.

"Oh?" Damon asked thoroughly amused with the cute little blonde. "And what else does it take?"

"Well if you must know I am quite partial to a british accent," She responded cheekily, "Don't know what it is about those sweet tones, but I'll guess that it is the implied sophistication that comes with it."

Damon pouted at her and placed a hand over his heart, "You wound me, are you saying I'm not sophisticated enough for you miss?" This girl was a bit funny, he could have lots of fun with her.

"Tch, more like you don't sound it," She replied winking at him. "Anyways what made you sit down with boring ol' me anyways?" Moira asked twirling her straw in her drink.

"I wouldn't say you're boring blondie." He grinned, "Besides you were the one staring at me. I thought I would grant your deepest desires and give you what you wanted, time with me."

Moira snorted at that, "God you're full of yourself." She replied highly amused. "I was not staring because I wanted you near me."

"Oh?" Damon asked furrowing his brow and trying to get a read on the strange girl, "Then why are you so interested in me?" He asked pupils dilating as he went to compel her.

Moira shrugged, "Why does it matter?" She asked back unaffected. Damon looked at her surprised that it didn't work. He wondered if Liz or Caroline had slipped her vervain. "Yet if you really want to know, I just thought you made a lovely sketching subject." She said holding up her notebook and showing him what she had been working before he interrupted her.

Damon looked at it interested and surprised by the accuracy of the portrait. There he was sitting at the bar, holding his scotch and looking off to the side, seemingly bored. "I must say it looks nothing like me." He joked.

Moira laughed shoving the book into her bag. "Yes my sketches never show the true person beneath the suave, debonair exterior." She said gesturing to his whole person. "But that's the real thing isn't it? We don't want to see the true person between the mask we give other's to look at."

Damon nodded finding this strange little human fascinating. "And is this your mask?" He asked waving to her face.

Moira giggled and cocked an eyebrow at him smirking, "Well maybe you just need to stick around and find out." She offered packing up her things and standing up. "I need to head home. Still lots to do before I head back to that hell they call high school. It was a pleasure meeting you Damon." She said before pausing, "Oh and the peach cobbler here is awesome for awkward dinner desserts." She said before heading out and receiving a curious look from Damon. Little did he know she was very aware of the upcoming disaster he would face when confronting Mason Lockwood.

****Author's Note****
Hello lovely readers! I still live just am forever slow when typing. I hope you enjoy the chapter and know that I reread your reviews over and over for encouragement so keep them coming. They keep me writing, truly.

I especially got a chuckle from Random2Friends response to Elijah, it gave me great satisfaction. I also know you are all on the edge of your seats for the reunion, and I promise you it shall be dramatic and sassy from all involved. Just need to get there so keep on reading and leave your feelings in the comments!
Love you all for the support!
~Wolfprincess