Becks | Caroline
Ouch, definite Mean Girl. Lets see, after you left New Orleans, you drove and drove until you reached Long Island and found a sweet little cove and a house with a white picket fence, literally a white picket fence. And if you're from before that, well, there's a thousand years of shared secrets I could reveal to you.
Keep the streets safe from vampires with no self-control so there's no angry mob outside our door every night. Roughly speaking.