The Second Life Of Stella Salvatore

Even The Devil Was Once An Angel

~This chapter will probably be mostly in third person because it'd be really complicated for me if I did it in separate POVs due to the epic scene that is happening. Anyways, enjoy!~

Third Person POV:

Gabriel Salvatore was surprised by the amount of change that had happened to Mystic Falls since he had last been here over a hundred years ago. He had seen a place called the Mystic Bar & Grill when he and his companion, the one and only Klaus Mikaelson, drove in the night before and Gabriel decided that it was worth a visit. So it was the following day that he sauntered inside with his badass sunglasses and a smirk and slid onto one of the stools at the bar. "Whiskey. Strongest you've got."

The bar tender turned to face his customer and recognized him as one of his regulars and a member of one of the founding families. He smiled as he began to wipe down the counter in front of him. "Damon, my best customer! Isn't it kind of early for you to be drinking?"

Who the hell was Damon? Gabriel wondered and just assumed the man was mistaking him for someone else. But just for his amusement he decided to place along and see where it headed. "Well.." He slid down his sunglasses to read the name on the name tag. "Charlie. It's been a pretty rough damn day and I happen to be pretty damn thirsty. So, that whiskey?"

"Sure sure," The bar tender turned back and began to prepare the drink with expertise. "On the house per usual. So how are things going with the family? Heard your sister was here for a visit. Never knew you had a sister, Man. Say...would you be offended if I asked you if she's hot?"

Gabriel wanted to face-palm himself over how much this Charlie guy babbled incessantly. How did this guy not get punched? But then Gabriel got an evil idea and decided to continue impersonating this Damon guy. "No, not at all, Man. Hey, how would like me to introduce you to her? I'm sure she'd find you pretty damn interesting."

"Really? Thanks, man! I'd appreciate it!"

Charlie placed the drink in front of Gabriel then went into the back as Gabriel rolled his gorgeous blue eyes behind his sunglasses. Humans were so gullible that it was actually pretty sad. He picked up his drink and took a sip as a woman with short hair that was more gray than blonde sat down on the stool beside him.

"Hey, Damon. I figured I would find you in here. Look, Carol and I are both sorry for bombarding you the other day on the phone. Carol was just trying to look out for the town and frankly, this whole deal with the ripped apart bodies is freaking out everyone. We really need for you to call a Council meeting so we can discuss how to go about keeping everyone calm."

Gabriel turned on his stool to face Liz and lifted an eyebrow at her before taking another sip of his drink. "I'm not on any Councils. I don't even know who the hell you are."

Liz looked rather shocked and her hazel eyes traveled from Gabriel's sunglasses to the drink in his hand that was back at his lips. It was rather strange to her to see Damon drinking this early in the day. "Are you drunk? We've known each other for years. This coming May will be your twenty-second year on the Council."

If Gabriel wasn't wearing his sunglasses, Liz would have been able to see the irritated look that passed across his features and the spider-like black veins peeking out under his eyes. But all Liz could see was his jaw clenching slightly. The first time someone thought he was Damon, it was fun, but now it was getting very old very quickly and he was about to lose it. "Look, Lady, I just got into town and I know I damn well didn't march straight up to whoever and sign up to be in your damn book club."

The retired sheriff didn't know what to say to that and wasn't used to hearing Damon speak to her so rudely. He was normally very nice to her and considered her to be one of his good friends. What had happened to him? Gabriel had turned away from Liz and went back to enjoying his drink when someone came into The Grill.