Cassandra felt oddly at home surrounded by horny human males looking to get lucky. She was always getting male attention. Always, and after warning the Salvatore vampire who had no clue who she was, she moved to a table where an entourage ensued. They began buying her drinks, but once the sand blonde Original came forth, she watched her entourage leave and he took their place. He began speaking to her, and she looked into het drink. How wrong he was. She hadn't been looking for the Original Family period, but seeing Elijah would have been nice at this point. "Actually, Klaus," she began, "I have no ill will to your family, I actually quite enjoy the company of your brother, Elijah. I just know of the bad blood between you and the Salvatore vampire over there. Just like I know that Marcel isn't exactly merciful to those who break his rules." She said, and her eyes scanned the room for eyes on them and was pleased to find none. 

She relaxed, and she noted Elijah heading there way. "To be honest, I came to help out some friends."

"Cassandra?" Elijah asked as he approached, sitting to her other side, and she smiled to him. "The years never change your beauty."

He gently took her hand and placed a light kiss to her knuckles. "I see you never told your brother about me. For obvious reasons I assume."

Elijah chuckled, and turned to Klaus. "Cassandra here was my first sire." He said before grabbing his drink and moving to the bar again. Cassie then looked to Klaus.

"However, Klaus. Since you so graciously warned me, I should tell you. If you really think I need warned, you obviously have no idea who I am or how dangerous I can be." She said, raising her eyes to see Marcel and his own entourage entering the bar. Her eyes narrowed and she went back into her glass before she moved from her table to the bar. Now, to send her message.

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Damon looked yo the bartender, and smiled st her name, accepting her hand as she introduced herself. "Damon Salvatore." He said back. She was nervous, he could see that a mile away. "By the way, you're doing fine. I'm guessing it's your first night." He said, and as she continued on, his eyes averted to see the woman who gave him a warning speaking with Elijah and Klaus before another group came in and she came over to the bar.

Well, this would be interesting. The black male of the group, one whose name struck him as Marcel from the buzzing around him, approached the bar and smiled to the bartender now. He was attempting to be charming. Most women might have fallen for it, but there were flaws to it. "Scotch, please, and some beer for these guys." He ordered before the brunette walked over again. 

"Why don't you guys take the table over there? I'll bring it you your drinks." She offered, and Damon watched the bartender as she got the drinks and waved her back over.

"Hey, do me a favor. You are very pretty, and far from stupid. Just watch yourself around those guys, okay?" He said to her before he finished his drink and on his napkin he wrote down hos phone number and left her a rather hefty tip. He gave her a smile. He knew when to duck out. "Call if you want to hang out." He said 

This place was beginning to be too much like what he left behind, but at the same time, he knew it was going to be. All things supernatural became like Mystic Falls. He just hoped for lesstragedy in this town.