I didn't really know why I was here. Sure it was a job but I could have said no. My family was here though. Did they remember me? No it had been years. But, I couldn't keep my identity a secret; I had their last name.

I was born with it and the people who hired me knew my name. My name is Amelia Gilbert and I am in Mystic Falls, hired by their Founders Council because I'm a vampire hunter.

As I rode down the streets of the happy little suburban town on my purple Honda fury motorcycle my dark hair down my shoulders, and my aviator sunglasses hid my eyes from view.

People walked down the street with ignorant smiles plastered on their faces. I smirked to myself they had no idea of the things that lurked in the their little town. I didn't really care though. I had nothing personal against vampire, werewolves and other supernatural creatures, but I hunted them when I was hired. I only did it for the money and I only killed the really bad ones. There were always good ones, I'd met some, and hell I was a friend to some.

I stopped at a red light and pushed my plumb colored leather jacket up my arm to check my watch. 1:15 it read. I still had time before my meeting with the council at 2:00. I pulled my bike in front of a restaurant called "The Mystic Grill". I shrugged and walked in, the blast of air conditioning hit me and my hair swayed around me. I stopped at the door and looked around. Everyone was staring; they knew I was a stranger. I hated small towns I always looked suspicious. I slowly took off my sunglasses and made my way to the bar. I sat down and unzipped my jacket showing off my deep v-neck tee. The bartender made his way over to me and put a napkin down in front of me.

"What can I get you?" He said looking me up and down. I wasn't stupid, I knew he was checking me out, but I was used to it.

"Zadarade, hold the pineapple juice, not too sweet, and a tequila shot." He looked a little surprised at the last bit, but went and got it any way. As he was preparing my drinks I took the table salt and poured some on the napkin. He came back with my drinks and I smiled at him as he set them down. I took a spoon from the place setting next to me and put it in my mouth and took it back out. I dipped the bottom side of it in the salt and put it back in my mouth, then quickly put it back down on the table and shot back the small vile of clear alcohol. I relished in the deep burn in my throat then sucked into the lime that decorated the shot glass. The bartender looked at me with disbelief, I looked up and smiled at him and said, "Thanks' honey." He nodded and turned away. Just because I'm a girl didn't mean I couldn't handle alcohol. I take my tequila very seriously.

I sat there for a while, sipping on my drink, and could feel a set off eyes on me that made my stomach churn. I turned and saw a man sitting at the end of the bar examining me. I didn't like the way he was looking at me, almost like I was a piece of meat. Our eyes connected and I scoffed and turned back to my drink. I heard the man's footsteps come up from behind me. He took the stool next to me and set his drink down. I ignored him and kept looking forward, taking long sips of my fruity drink. He finally got impatient of my silence and spoke.

"You must be new to town." He said smoothly. I turned to him with a grimace and looked him up and down. He was handsome, painfully so, he had strait black hair, icy blue eyes that you wanted to get lost in, and a charming smirk. But I had seen plenty of good-looking men in my time and wasn't impressed.

"What gave it away?" I said without humor. "You small town men… it's sad really." I laughed dryly. His eyes narrowed and his smirk became menacing.

"Please, enlighten me, what is so 'sad' about me?" His voice was mocking. I looked at him with a sly smile.

"You see its men like you that really bother me. Just because you've never seen me around doesn't mean I'm new. In fact I was born here. And I'm guessing that you're here every day drinking, trying to pick up tail. Whenever you see a new girl it's refreshing. You're sad because you are so desperately trying to bury something that you're stuck in this sad little town, drinking yourself away. That is why you're sad, honey." He didn't answer back, he was obviously too shocked to. I smirked, took a long gulp of my drink, put money down on the table, and left without a word.