Control
It was strange, to be in a town such as this, it seemed so normal on the surface. Although she knew better than to be fooled by it, she had her own sources. She knew vampires, she knew wolves, but she was always careful to never let them know exactly who she was. She was just an interested party in the supernatural, or that was all anyone ever knew.
She painted sometimes, of what she saw, but she never kept the paintings so to speak, she sold them, but she did not use her name, no, she signed them 'Lily', a short form of her 'Aunt Lilith'. The things she painted were of things no one should know existed. But she covered her tracks, so if anyone inquired who this 'Lily' artist was, they would not find her.
When the woman was on a mission, she was on a mission, a soft sigh escaped her, she moved towards the Salvatore Boarding House. She made sure to never carry much stuff, to always look like she had been traveling, no make up, her hair was messy. She did not particularly care how she looked, she lifted up a hand and she knocked loudly on the door. Time to play a role. And she would play the innocent human well, she was one after all.
