DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TVD THAT HONOR BELONGS TO THE LIKES OF L. J. SMITH, JULIE PLEC, AND KEVIN WILLIAMSON, I DO HOWEVER OWN ELOISE AND ANY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS THAT MIGHT SHOW UP IN THE STORY.

Eloise sighed as she drove into town. She hadn't been back to Mystic Falls in many, many years. She looked around and saw stores that she had kind of shopped in before. She saw the grill and couldn't help the sly grin that spread across her lips. She use to work there, and kind of play there as well. Ahh those were the days.

She turned down a street that she knew all too well. She owned a few properties in Mystic Falls, properties that she had purchased over the years. She hadn't been back in a while though and she didn't even know what kind of condition they would be in.

She turned down another corner and saw the house that she had lived in before and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the house was untouched. She would have been pissed if someone had come along and tried to destroy her house. It was a two story Victorian house, with a wrap-around porch. It was a nice smooth mauve kind of color, with tan accents to really bring the color out. It had nice big bay windows.

She had always loved this house, when she would see it and she knew that she had to have it so when the former owners were thinking about selling she compelled them to sell her the house. She knew that it was crafty but she just had to have the house. Did she feel bad about the other couple that lost out on the house, sure but she needed this house.

She pulled her black 67' Chevy Impala into the drive way and turned off the engine. She looked up at the house smiling for the first time in a while. She had really missed this town. She wished that she hadn't left in the first place but she had almost been found out. Her father had been in the area and she couldn't stay there. He couldn't know that she was alive, she knew what he was doing. He was trying to kill off her siblings and none of them knew that she was alive. She had even stopped going by Eloise Mikaelson and started going by Eloise Mitchell.

She didn't even know what had happened to her father, she had thought about trying to figure out but she had been running for her life.

She slipped out of the car, making sure that her light blue denim skirt didn't ride up and show her underwear. There weren't many people out at two thirty in the morning but you never know in Mystic Falls. There were vampires in the town. You can never be too safe with a vampire or vampires living in the town. Another sly grin slipped across her lips thinking about that.

Eloise was one of the original vampires along with Elijah, Finn, Niklaus, Kol and Rebekah. But the only difference with her, they didn't know that she was alive. They thought that she had died from the transformation. But in truth, the witch that refused to help her mother turn her family into vampires casted a spell on Eloise, to make everyone think she had died during the turning.

She shook her head; she wasn't going to think of situations like that. She wasn't going to think about the family that she had lost. She didn't want to be like them, she had been taught to resist killing the human when drinking from the source. No she doesn't eat animals but she does take from blood banks.

She brushed some of her blonde hair behind her ear that had been blowing in her face and against her baby blue eyes. She wasn't cold though because she had been smart and worn a light jacket over her white tank top.

She walked up the stairs, her sneaker clad feet, barely making a sound on the steps. She always walked that way though, even when she had been human. Her younger sister had been jealous because she had always been so incredibly graceful. Eloise and Rebekah would sometimes but heads because of that. She had a dancer's build, and she was surprise, surprise, a dancer. She had been dancing most of her life.

Although sometimes she did a kind of dancing that she wasn't too proud of. She had been a stripper once, not by choice, but she needed money, but again, not something that she wanted to get into.

She shook her head to try and rid her of those painful memories. She walked up to the door and dug into her purse, looking for her key. She was growing frustrated because she couldn't seem to find it. She was about to scream and give up when her hand brushed something metal and sharp. She squeaked with delight and practically shoved the key into the hole and opened the door.

The first thing that hit her was the clean smell that greeted her. Now I bet you are wondering how it was still clean after years of vacancy. She had compelled a few people to go in and clean it and then compelled them to forget what they had done and where they had been. She didn't need anyone know where she lived.

She walked into the living room kicking her sneakers off and flopped down on her couch letting her purse tumble out of her hands. She didn't want to get up but she knew that she had to. Thankfully all of her stuff was already here. Again she had compelled someone to bring her stuff here and set it up in her bedroom and then made them forget.

She didn't want to get up, she had just spent hours on the road but she was exhausted and she had to get up in time for school in the morning. Yes Eloise was going to school. She knew that people would wonder why she wasn't in school when they saw her around town so she needed to go to school.

She was able to pull herself off of the couch and trudged up the stairs. She started shedding her clothes as she got to the door to her bed room. She placed it down on the chair, because she was going to be wearing it tomorrow as well.

She slipped on some pajama's, they were powder blue with clouds on the pants and a white tank top. She slipped into her queen size bed and laid there looking at the ceiling. She was thinking about what the next day was going to be like. She could only imagine truthfully, she was nervous, and kind of excited as well, knowing that tomorrow things were going to start.