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 ambrosian.
They seemed to be gathering around the tiny brunette girl; her waist-length hair was the same color as the girl who looked like Katherine, the Gilbert girl, Elena.
Though her hair seemed red in the sunlight.
The tumbling girl had ivory skin, which was described in contrast to Elena's olive skin.
When the wind picked up, her scent was most intense when her hair blew 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 smelled, and she made my mouth water; I wiped drool.
I would have gone to help her if the Bennett witch wasn't there, probably for the best; I probably would have bled her dry.
I watched the tumbling girl wave away their worries as she was led to a nearby bench while casually mentioning the witch's granddaughter and her friends, one of whom was Elena Gilbert.
Her name was Bella; the tumbling girl's name was Bella.
Bella means beautiful; I am eager to see her face and keen to see her now. 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, and then she and an old 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 had 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, and I was consumed with the few images I had of her.
I have to see what this Bella looks like.