Mystic Falls, A small town in Virginia halfway between nowhere and nowhere, definitely not her scene. She preferred big cities, when someone wanted to get lost in a crowd it helped if there was actually a crowd to get lost in. These small towns were viciously protective of their slices of countryside and even more suspicious of outsiders. Knowing her luck the second she walked into town she'd get pulled up by the Sheriff for questioning, that, she really didn't need. But she couldn't help it. She was out of money and very nearly out of favours. That was why she was here in the first place, she'd heard a friend of her mother's was living here, and the state she was in now, he was probably the only chance she had of not sleeping in a ditch tonight. That, was definitely worse than dealing with small town mentality.
The taxi to which she had paid the last of her money had dropped her off in front of a large house looming amongst the woods. The Salvatore Boarding House, she'd heard it called, well whether it was an actual boarding house or not she desperately hoped that it had room for one delinquent runaway who needed some time to sort her shit out. She knocked on the front door cautiously, not expecting any sort of welcome, she hadn't seen Zack since she was knee-high to an ant, now a woman of 21, he probably wouldn't even recognise her. She caught sight of herself in a nearby window cringing. She'd definitely looked better the sharp cropped black bob of her hair, without regular styling had become a flat, lifeless mess and with no makeup to cover them up the bags under her eyes were almost bruise-like. Brilliant, she thought, smirking sarcastically, I look like some homeless woman from under a bridge.
Without any warning, the door opened.