Cassie looked to Klaus as he brought himself over to her and practically demanded he know where hr had seen her before. Marcel wasn't farbehind, but as Klaus allowed his eyes to look her over, she sighed and drank some more. "Beauty of the old world if I recall correctly. That was what you told me I had the last time we crossed paths in Chicago. More than one life, Klaus." She said, her eyes dancing.

Marcel then looked to her. "Did you know about her being a witch? Because you know my rules." He said, and she looked about. It was the three of them, and of the three, she may not have been the oldest, but she had the upper hand. She chuckled. "You knew?"

"No, and obviously she didn't either. Apparently you know very little about witches, Marcel dearest. And your rules are stupid. You try to control what could kill you, smart, but once they figure things out... you're done." She said, and Marcel looked at her. He watched as she moved with a grace he had seen in Rebekah long ago... an older world grace.

"How dare you." Marcel hissed.

"Hey, just telling you the truth. Trust me, I know what its like. I also think the witches are stupid for obliging, but you have an ace. I know you do, and it scares you to see something so raw and uncontrolled... because you know with control how invaluable it can be. An asset of sorts." Cassie said, and she stopped moving and turned on her heels. "Trust me... like you said about me, I could be an asset. I am. I'm 956, and I am an Alpha."

Marcel rose a brow. "Youbtold me 200."

"I'm a woman, I am going to lie about my age every once in a while." She said, and she looked to Klaus. That should have given him his answer. "I'm off boys, need to find some dinner. Putting youngsters in line really works up an appetite." She said, leaving the bar and heading down the street.

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It was just as Damon feared. Anya had no clue what was going on, and he was far from the person to explain. However, they were far enough away to not be found... for now anyway. He sighed, and he pulled a bottle of bourbon-blood mix from beside the bed and drank. "Anya, you're a witch." He said, "you are doing that because your emotions tie directly into your powers. And you have strength I haven't ever seen before."

He began pacing asnhe drank. Vampires were easy to explain, but witches... he would need a witch to explain that one. He sighed, and looked out with her. She would likely pass out soon if she didn't know how to conteol her power output, so he had a feeling that this would be better to explain to her, sober and when she was calmer.

"It is hard to explain, but I can tell you that those men tonight didn't like what happened, and I think they mean you harm, so for now I will watch over you." He said. "Try to get some rest and I will explain more to you if you ask questions. That is about the only way I will be able to explain at this point."