This town was far from boring. When Vespa assigned her to come here on 'great importance' her first impression was stuck in the past. And sure enough the respect for the 'Founding Families' that was so common in these sorts of place was paramount in this one. But judging by the history of this place, was this a good thing? The church burning of the vampires was quite a story back at Vespa, though the tomb underneath had equal popularity. From the first step into the only diner this place seemed to have, the Grill, the putrid stench of supernatural hit her like a wave of nausea. The smoky waft of roses that clung to witches came from a booth in the corner, occupied by a girl with chocolate brown skin and piercing eyes. Next to her was a boy, with a cheeky younger face, but more importantly, an unmistakable ring slotted onto his finger. Maybe there was somebody she could trust in this town after all, though judging by his company he was not the wisest of all boys. Her attention turned towards it across the table, the thing that was giving off part of the stink that was vampire, the smell of burning hay, though others before her had compared it to cut grass before. She had bright blonde hair, obviously dyed, though a small detail like that wouldn't cost to a vampire. Why dye it for a cost when you can compel someone to do it for free, and give you a snack, right? Her mouth was constantly moving, an obvious chatterbox, until she was silenced by a boy calling her name.
'Caroline', he called, pausing to stop at their table and refill their drinks before continuing, 'I can pick you up after work ok?'
Caroline replied and he moved on to another table. The aroma of Vervain was obvious, laced through his blood from drinking she imagined. She briefly wondered if Caroline would be smiling so much if she knew her boyfriend had Vervain in his system, before moving on to a broody young boy alone near the bar. He smelt of wood and ash and so he was a werewolf no doubt. For the time being, he was harmless, and so she moved on to the other side of the bar.
From the side profile, she could see one had a ring similar to the boy seated next to the witch. His honey-haired girlfriend, judging by the body language those two were throwing about, seemed to be the only one in this group oblivious to just who she was sat spending time with. Well good for her, she would be happier that way. Next to her, sat another vamp, which she recognised straight away from the hours of reading she had done back in Vespa;
Stefan Salvatore had sandy brown hair, a long lean face, and a permanent furrowed brow, though his photo didn't do him justice. Judging from his smell, his diet consisted of a strict no blood regime, which was rare to find in a vampire, especially someone with as avid a history as him. Looking back into files, he was quite The Vampire not too long ago, the kind they base the tasteless horror movies on. And, as expected, was his brother Damon Salvatore seated on his other side. Tall, toned, with a brooding stare and a sash of brown hair, his history was a lot fuller than his brothers, though it consisted of more random victims, typical of most vampires. Turned in the late 1800's, it was about time she laid eyes upon the notorious Salvatore's and, as recorded by previous Vespa associates, their love interest and the final participant in the group at the bar. Elena Gilbert. She could see the interest, looks like that were enough to charm anyone, Katherine Pierce could tell you that. That, coupled with the faint odour of sea salt was enough to convince her. Was there anyone in this town who wasn't supernatural? A witch, a werewolf, 3 vampires, and now a doppelganger. She was going to have her work cut out for her, though sadly not in the case of Miss Gilbert which was disappointing. The two ring-bearers, the smiley honey-haired girlfriend, the cute teen, and just about everyone else in this bar, putting aside the Others of course, were her priority now. And just as well, because with this town's history and inhabitants, they sure as hell needed her.