#verapatras

Now that Lucian had arrived in town, Eve felt complete again. Without him, she felt like a shell of a person; a body without soul. And it had taken nearly two whole nights of spending every waking second beside him to get her mind and soul back to where she felt like she could face any time without him. She knew she was the definition of co-dependence. But she was, after all, a product of his making. She survived only by his blood.

And it was this bond that drove her to seek out an old friend. Lucian had informed her that their old friends were not only in town, but held quite a status in town. Considering they weren't in Oxford just for any old reason, but to further Lucian's agenda, she figured she should at least go and see them. Besides, she and Vera had always had a good time.

The establishment that Kol and Vera owned was... Something. She found herself smiling and laughing as she brushed into the building. Her light brown hair was tied into the most perfect ponytail at the back of her head, the long tail hanging in perfect curl down her bare back. She wore a long sleeved, flowing black top that was backless, but hung down much farther in the back then it did in the front. She'd paired it with a pair of dark wash, perfectly tailored skinny jeans, and a pair of coral colored heels, ones she'd had made just for her.

It didn't take long for her eyes to find Kol, perched atop a throne befitting him as he overlooked the crowd. She met his eyes and offered a smile and polite bow of her head, as a friend and Vampire Sheriff deserved. He smiled back to her but then hie eyes turned to look pointedly in the direction of Vera. Good ol' Svansson. Knew exactly why she was here.