It was a warm summer day in the little town of Mystic Falls. It's a pretty little place, but her reasons for coming here are still unclear. Maybe, it was because her ancestor, the key to unlocking her immortality, was sacrificed here. Or... maybe, it was because she stumbled upon this town on her way down south.
My black heels hit the wet pavement, making a clicking noise and throwing water droplets everywhere. I strutted down the street, amused by the humans, doing things that seemed so stupid and silly to me now. Like holding hands, kissing, finding love, et cetera. Humans were just blind sometimes. Love never lasts, sweethearts. Get over it.
The smell of alcohol caught my attention, feeling the need for a drink. I followed the scent to the 'Mystic Grill'. How unimaginatively named. This town is really milking this whole 'Mystic' thing, isn't it? I pulled myself out of my inner conversation and found a seat at the bar. I waved the bartender over, my signature smirk planted on my lips.
"Whiskey," I said, "I already payed you." His eyes turned glazed. "You already payed me." He repeated in monotone. "Good boy, now fetch me that drink." I said. He scampered off, out of sight. I scanned the bar and grill, seeing mostly pimply teenagers. None worth feeding on. I mentally sighed and turned back around. Looks like I'm having bloodbags for dinner.
The young bartender set my drink of me, smiling at me. "Here you go, Miss.....?" He trailed off. "Kat. Kat Pierce." I said boredly. "Dustin McHale, but most people call me Dusty." He said, his perverted smile still in place. "Go tend to other people and don't bother me the rest of the night, got it?" I sneered, compelling him. "I won't bother you the rest of the night." He said, his voice flat. "Yes, yes. Off you go." I sighed, waving him away.
I picked up my glass, but stopped when a familiar scent hit my nose. That little bastard laced my drink with vervain. He'll pay for that. I looked up to see Dustin eyeing me, cleaning glasses at the other end of the bar. I smiled sweetly at him, but my eyes were murderous. I took a big gulp of my drink, resisting the urge to spit it all back out.
I swallowed the tainted liquid, my throat burning like a bitch. Dustin pretended to drop his gaze, but I could see him looking at me through the corner of his eye. Stupid little prat. I won't feel bad about killing you. You will pay for messing with Katrine Pierce. Even with something as small as vervain in my alcohol.
I don't really care what it is. You piss me off, you're goin' down. Dustin walked away, into the kitchen, I presume. I sipped my spoiled drink, not wanting to waste it, even if it was spiked with vervain. I watched the teenagers socialize with each other, listening to their heartbeats.
I set my empty glass down on the counter, walking over to where Dustin was. "Hey, Dusty, can I tell you a secret?" I asked, looking around, pretending to be scared that someone would overhear. He smirked, "Of course." I leaned over the counter, my lips close to his ear. "If you ever spike my drink again, I'll slaughter everyone you've ever met. Are we clear?" I whispered, leaning away. "Crystal." He gulped. "Good. Thanks, Dusty." I smiled flirtatiously at him.
He smiled, but it wasn't a real smile. He was terrified. I turned on my heel and walked out of the bar. Brace yourself, Mystic Falls. You're in for one hell of a ride.
