I was finally there. Mystic falls, a small town, full of long had it been since my last visit? 90 years? The place hadn't changed much, except for the dvelopment of the modern architechture and obviously, the people. The streets were full of them since it was a Sunday, but it was still surprising how many human beings stil lived in Mystic Falls. After the numerous killings which happened during th 20's, I thought there'd be fewer people.
I could feel my throat very dry since I hadn't drank anything for hours, so I thought I'd drop by the hospital later and grab some B-bags. But first, I had to take care of something else.
The Salvatore Boarding House was as majestic as it had always been. It was the only builidng in Mystic Falls that still had the beautiful, old architecture of the 1800's. Plus it was located in such a calm and "hidden" place. I had always been jealous of the house.
I quickly opened the door trying not to make a single sound. I slipped in and to my luck, there was nobody in the living room, just old furniture, some bourbon and a few books lined up by the table.
"Who's there?"- a voice echoed from upstairs. Dammit, I had ruined the surprise. I moved in a flash across the room and hid behind a couch. I smiled as I saw him with a stake on his hand, being as careful as always. I was glad he hadn't changed. He moved slowly down the stairs and walked throuhg the living room. I took my chance as I slid behind his back and covered his eyes.
"Well, well, if it isn't the birthday boy."
