Elena walked up to Mystic Grill but turned to peer up at Alaric's apartment that overlooked the town square and, specifically, the restaurant. The lights were all off except for the lamp he always left on in the living room. That meant that he was most likely in the Grill drinking with Damon or at the boarding house drinking with Damon. She sincerely wished for the latter. There was nothing she wanted to do less than see anyone she knew. Anyways, Klaus would be showing up soon enough to most likely take some sort of revenge on her for snapping his neck.
When she walked inside, she sighed with relief when the only person she recognized was Matt, who was busy taking orders at tables. There wasn't many people in there, only four or five scattered around the restaurant. Walking to the bar, she gave him a significant look when he noticed her that told him to stay the hell away from her. After compelling the bartender to give her a glass of straight vodka, she swiveled around on her barstool to glance around the place. When she saw Matt texting furiously as he walked into the kitchen, she narrowed her eyes dangerously at him. He must have felt her glare because he turned and gave her a guilty look before disappearing into the back.
"Hey Elena." A voice said from her right.
She turned to see Dana standing there. She quickly finished the vodka before ordering another.
"Hey." She said, faking a smile, picking up a knife from the counter.
"Why aren't you in school anymore? I heard that you were sick but you look fine." Dana said, shrugging slightly.
Elena stood and positioned herself close enough to stare directly in the annoying girl's eyes.
"That's none of your business. Now you are going to take this knife and stand outside in the parking lot. When Stefan Salvatore shows up, you're going to slice your wrist open and hold it out to him." Elena compelled her, pushing the knife into her hand.
"I understand." Dana nodded, taking the knife and walking mechanically to the front door.
Elena sat back and listened closely, waiting for the chaos to begin. When she heard the loud sound of Damon's car pulling up, she grinned and looked over at Matt, who was hovering nervously. When he looked over at her, she held up her glass in a toasting motion before taking a long drink. There was footsteps for a few moments but they stopped. Damon asked Dana what she was doing. Then there was a sharp cry and a loud growl. Elena laughed softly but it couldn't be heard over the loud music and talking in the Grill.
She listened closely Damon and Alaric restraining Stefan as she took another drink. Then it all ended suddenly. The door to the restaurant slammed open and Damon stomped in, looking around furiously. When his eyes fell on her, she smiled and waved him over, turning to order a glass of bourbon. She felt his presence beside her almost instantly.
"Drink?" she said, handing him the small glass.
He ripped it out of her hand and drank it in one gulp before slamming it on the counter and grabbing her arm. She immediately ripped it out of his grip and gestured for him to sit.
"You think this is all funny? What the hell has happened to you? You could have gotten that girl killed and you know it." Damon growled, glaring at her.
"Oh lighten up, Damon. She's just fine. I bet she's all high on vampire blood and loving life, none the wiser. I haven't killed any... humans... yet." She said with a shrug, waving at the bartender to give her another drink.
"What is that suppose to mean? You haven't killed any humans?" he asked, confused.
"How does the chant go? Ding dong... the Original witch is dead? I made a little change but the general idea didn't change." She said.
