What was that?
That scent, it's- that's-
Was that the scent of all of those people?
No, it's- they all have different scents.
So that has to be one person, but one person couldn't smell that pleasing.
They seemed to gather around the small brunette girl; her waist-length hair was the same color as the girl who looked like Katherine, the Gilbert girl, Elena.
The tumbling girl had ivory skin compared to Elena's olive skin.
When then the wind picked up, that's when it was at its most intense, when her hair was blowing in the wind.
It's her; that ambrosiac scent belongs to her.
The tumbling girl's scent was far more intoxicating than Elena's.
She was the most delicious-smelling human I've ever encountered, and she made my mouth water; I wiped drool. I would have gone to help her out if the Bennett witch wasn't there, which was probably for the best; I probably would have bled her dry.
I watched the tumbling girl waving away their concerns as she was led to a nearby bench while casually mentioning the witch's granddaughter and her friends, one of which was Elena Gilbert.
Her name was Bella; the tumbling girl's name was Bella.
Bella means beautiful; I am eager to see her face. If she's going to have such a vaunting name, she should have the looks to back it up.
The humans helped Bella into an old trunk, a '63 Chevy, then she and an older woman drove away. I watched the truck drive off in the distance, memorizing the license plate as the witch's eyes locked onto me.
I didn't look her way; the two humans didn't notice me.
I forced myself to think of Katherine; she and Elena Gilbert were identical.
Katherine was older than my brother and me; maybe she sired a child before she was turned.
Elena must be a descendant of that child.
Bella's lingering scent smothered all thoughts of both Elena and Katherine.
I have to see what this Bella looks like.