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Anyway I promise that the Originals will be introduced in the next chapter, I already have it planned how Dana's going to encounter them. Or one of them.
The question is…
Who would you all like to see first? Or to see Dana meet first?
Dana never would have guessed she'd end up being Stacey's errand girl when she moved in. As it turned out, days after allowing her granddaughter to get settled in, she'd decided to start sending her out to do things for her. But finally Dana had found time in-between the tasks set for her.
Now she sat at the Mystic Grill, staring down at her empty glass as if she could will more coffee to appear. She knew all she needed to really do was call a busboy over and ask for more.
Instead she slumped forward onto the table, burying her face into the crook of her arm. Dana drew in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. She felt appallingly uncomfortable. She was yet to figure out if it was the burning in the pit of her stomach, or the fact that her left sock had a gaping hole where her big toe was.
"More coffee?"
Dana lifted her head only to see the blonde busboy she'd caught walking around earlier standing by her side. Her eyes traveled immediately to his face, desperately avoiding the one place she wanted to look. Because she felt that if her eyes strayed that way, it was possible for her to lose all control.
With a slight smile she nodded her head. "Please." She nudged her cup forward, watching as he poured her a bit more coffee. But she didn't watch too carefully, she kept her eyes firmly trained on his face.
"You must be new in town." He added with a smile that was nothing but friendly.
For just a moment, Dana was reminded that she could seriously do with a little bit of friendliness in her life. She'd always lacked the particular aspect when it came to what little friends she kept.
"Yeah, I moved in with my grandmother, Stacey Quinby, a few days ago." Dana drank the coffee black, allowing the piping hot liquid to scorch down her throat. It was barely enough to distract her enough from what was really bothering her, but it still managed to do the trick.
"Well I'm Matt Donovan. It's nice to meet you…" Her face brightened when she realized he didn't know her name. Which meant she had an inkling of a feeling few people in town did, Stacey Quinby probably rarely spoke her family. Not that Dana could blame her.
"Dana Chasseur." She provided her name with a smile equivalent in kindliness. Her phone vibrated then and she pulled it out with a frown only to see that she had a text from an unknown number. Her frown deepened and she deleted it without even bothering to see what it said. "So Matt, know any good places to party?" She immediately glanced up at him, her head tilted to the side in curiosity.
Matt didn't strike her as the type that partied every night like some of the guys she'd met over the course of her life. But still, he was attractive enough to know the right people who threw parties.
Her question surprised him, but he shook his head, much to her dismay. "Don't know of any parties happening soon, not unless you count the ball the Mikaelson's are having…" His brows creased as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Although I wouldn't suggest going there."
Dana shifted in her booth, nodding her head. She refused to ask her gran for what she needed, and she was afraid of retrieving it herself. She didn't want to slip up, and she certainly didn't need anybody discovering her secret. So it was either succumb to the embarrassment of admitting that to her grandmother, or breaking the promise she'd made.
"Thanks Matt." With that Avery set her cup of coffee down, grabbed her car keys, and left the Mystic Grill, not knowing that Matt had no idea what she'd thanked him for.
"Gran, what's this?" Dana held a thick envelope between her fingers. Her grandmother's name was embedded on the front in a fancy, gold font.
Stacey narrowed her eyes in a scrutinizing gaze at the envelope her granddaughter was holding, but she soon realized just who it was from. With an impatient wave of her hand, she said, "Throw that in the trash."
"But what is it?" Dana insisted as she settled herself on the arm of the loveseat.
"Trash." Dana gave Stacey an I-know-better-than-that look, which was enough for her gran to say, "Although if you must know, it's an invitation to the ball the Mikaelson's are holding."
Dana perked up at the mention of the ball, her spine straightening. "Matt Donovan mentioned it. Are we going?"
A scowl twisted Stacey's lips. "We're not going to some blasted, fancy event the Mikaelson family is hosting. It would do you best to stay away from them." Her gran stood, one hand firmly planted on the cane she often had to use to get around due to her old age. Her voice was even and firm, every bit of the dictating parent that the elder women had always been made out to be.
"Why is that?" Dana followed her grandmother into the kitchen, slipping the envelope into the waistband of her jeans so Stacey couldn't force her to throw it away.
"Child it's best for you to not bury yourself in the dramatics of Mystic Falls." Stacey pulled a glass down from the cabinet, shuffling towards the pot of freshly brewed tea that sat on the stove.
"Dramatics?"
"You know what I speak of."
Dana supposed that, in a way, she did understand. Still, it didn't keep her from asking, "And you're sure you don't want to go?"
Stacey exhaled sharply, and for a moment she wondered if she was wearing the old woman's patience down. Was it possible for her grandmother to kick her out after just a few days of living there? Surely not. Then again Stacey had never been particularly close to any of her grandchildren, it was once in a blue moon that she ever even laid eyes on them.
"No. I most certainly am not." With an indignant huff Stacey Quinby scuffled out of the kitchen in a way that only she could manage.
"Can I go?" Dana continued to pursue her gran, quickly following out after her. Not that it was particularly difficult to keep up with the old woman.
"While I would absolutely forbid it, I know by the look you're giving me now you'll go anyway." Gran muttered under her breath.
However, Dana didn't miss a single syllable. Her keen ears caught every word and she felt herself leaning forward in anticipation. "It would be good for me to meet people." Dana added to try and make her case more appealing.
Stacey fixated a steady gaze on Dana. Her pale green eyes inspect the younger girl's face thoroughly. It seemed to be an eternity before Stacey said, "You remember the rules."
Dana's face lit up. Despite Dana's true intentions and determination that she was going to go with or without her grandmother's consent, it felt better knowing that her gran was okay with it.
Dana nodded before spinning on her heals, pulling the envelope out of her waistband, and bounding upstairs to her bedroom. She passed through the hallway that was decorated with a ton of family pictures, a few even featuring family she knew more than she was willing to admit.
Once in her bedroom she shut the door firmly behind her, ripping into the envelope so she could get the address. It was a ball, obviously, and a formal event, which meant she was going to have to don a dress.
She threw her closet door open, fingering through the clothes hanging up until she reached the very back. Dana pulled the bagged dress out, quickly removing it from the dress so she could lay it out on the bed. It was a fairly simple dress, one of black and white material.
The bodice of the dress was white, covered with black lace while it flared out as it hit the hips to fall just above the knees. The dress had more black lace underneath the skirt of the dress to add to it's general fullness. She knew the dress well, she knew just how easily she would be able to move about in it.
The damned dress had been bought for her before she'd left her old life behind. Dana had needed it for a meticulous job that had required her to go covert to, ridiculously enough, a high school prom. She hadn't cared for going to some silly dance most girls her age dreamed of attending. That was more of something her younger brother would have enjoyed. Not her.
Still, she had to admit it was a cute dress.
Once again Dana checked the invite, just to make sure she was right and the event was tomorrow. A slow grin curved her lips, thankful that such an opportunity was presenting herself.
Otherwise, she wasn't sure she would have made it another day.
Review please? Also, any thoughts on Dana? As a character?
