trouble is a friend | ivy and wendy
Being a vampire hunting vampire wasn't something that Ivy was proud of, not the vampire part anyway. Walking the earth as the very thing you spent most of your existence trying to destroy was nothing less than a nightmare, and if Ivy had her way she would have died a long time ago like she should have. But there was the one part of her that knew she could use this to her advantage. She could spent the rest of her existence fulfilling her destiny, even though it technically wasn't her destiny anymore. She still firmly believed in everything she was working towards before the day she was turned into a monster.
And while she was stuck in Beacon Hills, which was in fact riddled with these blood sucking creatures, she might as well do everything she can to kill as many of them as possible. She spent a lot of her time watching people, since she didn't have many friends, her enhanced hearing made it easy to eavesdrop on people's conversations. It was amazing how much she had learned about the people in this town, and nobody had managed to figure out who she was yet.
Tonight was no different than any of her other nights this past week. Ivy sat at a booth in a far corner of the Grill, a plate of fries sitting in front of her that she wouldn't touch and had long gone cold. It was when an unexpected brunette slid onto the seat opposite her that her boring evening became a lot more interesting. Plastering her friendliest smile on her face, she looked up at the girl. "Can I help you?"