The Other Hale.

Chapter Eighteen: The Grill.

As I unpacked my small suitcase into the even smaller chest of drawers, I picked up one of my dresses. It was quite an extravagant dress, black, low cut, sparkly, not the most respectable thing I own. It went perfectly with my wedged heels, the studs on the heel went well with one of many jewelery sets.

"Are there any bars in town, I need to let off steam after my stressful day?" I asked.

"Just the Mystic Grill, you should pop along." The sweet old lady told me.

"Thank you."

It took me little to no time to get ready. I knew that if I went down now, it would be far too suspicious, so to kill time, I texted Bella, letting her know where I was and assuring her I was not a danger.

"Will you be quiet when you come home, I'll probably be in bed." She asked me as I said goodbye.

"Of course." I replied, closing the door behind me.

It didn't take me long to find the Mystic Grill, it was lit up, smack bang in the middle of town. There was groups of people in booths, playing snooker, eating fries and getting drunk. I joined those at the bar, but sat far enough away that I wouldn't be forced into engaging in conversation.

I was working my way through all the alcohol, good thing about my kind of vampire, we don't get drunk. I had stopped ordering drinks a long time ago, someone at the other end of the bar was buying them for me.

I stole a look at my buyer. He was facing front, granting me view to his left side only. He was wearing a black leather jacket, and what looked like a black t-shirt underneath. He also had dark brown hair that hung just over his ears, and was styled in a casual disarray. He must have sensed me watching as he turned to look at me.

I was amazed at how good looking he was: he was light complected with olive undertones and tremendous cheekbones. He flashed me a bad boy smile and I could tell he was used to lady attention. His light blue eyes twinkled at me before turning away again.

Minutes passed until I head footsteps and I could sense someone standing next to me. My buyer. He was really tall, well taller than me, his t-shirt let me see just how athletic he was and the bad boy smile only gave me an insight to how sexy and seductive he could be.

"You're giving up the game." He whispered, the smile turning into a smirk.

"The game?" I asked, slightly confused.

"Elena doesn't drink shots." He told me, glancing at the empty shot glasses.

"Elena?"

"Oh, you know, your height, size, doppelgänger, Stefan's girlfriend." He whispered, in a mocking tone.

"Stefan Salvatore?" The name struck a bell, the Italian.

"What game are you playing Katherine?" He snarled, sitting down next to me.

"Katherine, that's what Stefan called me too." I murmured more to myself than anything else.

"What?"

"When I met Stefan a few months ago, he called me Katherine."

"You mean when you met him a good hundred years ago?"

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?" He repeated my question to him.

"My name's Katrina, passing through. Your turn."

"Damon Salvatore."

"You're related to Stefan?"

"The older brother." He grinned.

"Elena! How are you feeling?" A small caramel girl called as she came bouncing over, her curls bouncing too.

"She's great, thanks for asking." Damon interjected, shooting a look at me to stop me from talking.

"Well I have to go, I'm meeting Jeremy." She smiled before giving me a short hug before she went bouncing off.

"What was that?" I asked, looking at Damon for an explanation.

"Elena's best friend." He told me as he looked at his now flashing phone.

*Damon's POV*

It was Bonnie, just out of my sights and she was already texting me.

Who was that? I got a dark vibe, and not a Katherine vibe.

So she was telling the truth, but she wasn't human.

"So how did you meet my brother?" I whispered, putting on my most seductive tone.

"He was in London, lost." She explained.

"You're from London?" I didn't notice an English accent.

"I work there." She explained.

For the rest of the night I bought her drinks, we had a laugh and I brought her home and rocked her world.