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New Orleans was a beautiful place, full of rich history and odes to the past. Simply gorgeous, as one Cassandra Fredrickson had always thought. Perhaps it was why it always called her back, but this time she was doing her best to hide her real agenda. Unlike most vampires, Cassie had a deep respect for witches and when she found out that they were pretty much on lockdown in this supernatural epicenter... she knew it was time.

She had been in town for a couple of weeks, merely observing, and she was sickened at the amount of her kind that were running about in the day. She had waited nearly three centuries after being turned before she received her Lapis Lazuli ring that granted her that gift. Then again, she had been in good graces of witches because of her overall hatred of vampires that were just in it for the Kicks. Cassie had made a point of it to still protect humans, never killing them when she fed. It was how she was able to lay low for so long.

With a sigh, she pulled on her form hugging black dress, the strapless garment falling just above her knees. She slipped into her four inch peeptoe heels, and looked herself over. She had on simple make up, the red of her lips the brightest feature on her face. Her hair was in soft curls, and she smiled, satisfied. She was going out for some more recon, needing to hit up a few more bars in the area for information.

She headed out the door, and to the bar that had the newest string of interesting. A new bartender. She got there in the relative of fast, and she entered, her old world beauty catching some attention, and she sat at the bar and smiled to the bartender, taking a small phial from her purse. "Hi, can I get some Jack Daniel's?" She ordered her drink and when it came, she poured the phial in and began drinking. Vervain. It added to the burn as it went down, but it ensured she didn't get ambushed from being drugged by the stuff. Now, she would wait.

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New Orleans. It was just the change of pace Damon needed after everything. With Stefan gone, and Elena being in love with him... it all felt surreal. And, unfortunately he knew it was. It didn't take him long to figure out that Elena still felt something for Stefan, so Damon decided to leave, to let her breathe and figure things out. She needed it and so did he, and perhaps if they were on the same wavelength things could pick back up.

However, bar life in this place was wild, and the girls were gorgeous. He had been sitting in this bar for a while, two bourbons with him always. He still missed Alaric. He was his best friend, despite it all, and he could really use a friend. He had been sitting at the far end of the bar at shift change, and not long after the brunette with a beauty he could only relate to Elena's came in, he noticed the two Originald and then another beautiful brunette whose beauty breathed old world.

It was an epicenter, he could tell that for sure now, and he waved over the bartender. "Hey there, gorgeous." His charming voice spilled from his lips. "Can I get another bourbon?" His smile showed brightly.

A figure slipped in next to him, and he saw the old world brunette. She obviously wasn't going to sit long, but she gave him a smile. "Might want to make yourself less obvious, Salvatore, the Original family is not your only concern in this city. I thought I would be kind enough to forewarn you." She said before she walked back to her seat as a few men sat around her, and then he looked to the bartender after receiving hos drink.

"Thank you. I am relatively new to the area, anywhere you recommend for some good clutural lessons?" He asked her.

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