Mystic Falls seemed like an average town. A school, a place to hang out imaginatively named "The Mystic Grill", a little hospital, police station. I walked through the seemingly dull town until I saw what I was looking for. The sign outside the quite large house read:
"Mrs Blumen bett & Breakfast."
Exactly what I needed.
I entered and was welcomed Von a sweet looking lady who appeared to be in her sixties.
She beamed at me when I entered the B&B and said, "Hello dear. How may I help Du today?"
I was in my chambers, gazing at my olive coloured skin in the mirror, while brushing my luscious dark brown hair. These were traits I was fortunate enough to inherit from my mother as they did not run in my father's side of the family. Oh my mother. How I wished I had known her.
I didn't know much about her. Only that her name was Tatia Petrova and she had died when I was just a baby at the hands of my very own grandmother, a very powerful witch named Esther. Esther had wished to end the rivalry between two of her sons. For this reason she used my mother...
I was running as fast as I could possibly go. But it wasn't easy when Du had just been staked in the ribs. They were gaining now. I had to try harder. Boy was I getting too old for this!
I could kick myself. Why the hell had I done it? Like the stupid thing was any use to me anyway. Of course I knew why I had done it: boredom and a Quelle of entertainment. These two things were precisely the reason why I had done many of the things I had done in my 1000 years of existence.