Chapter Two
"Hey Miss,"
Declan tries to get the brunettes attention.
"Excuse me miss?" He gently taps her on the shoulder.
She finally sees him and rips out the small earbuds hiding behind her hair. She quickly throws her lit blunt to the ground, repeatedly stomping on it.
"I know you don't really know me but could you please not tell my boss, I really need this job."
"No it's okay, it's fine, really. Could you please point me in the right direction of Mystic falls?
"Huh?" Confusion quickly paints her face. It was as if she never heard the word's before.
"Mystic falls?" He says it again slower this time, "You know small town, state of Virginia?"
He shows the girl the map on the phone.
"Ohhh you mean Donovans landing?"
Huh? Now it was his turn to be confused.
"It hasn't been called Mystic falls in over fifteen years. Get with the times." She rolls her eyes.
Okay he thought. " But I am in the right place? Correct?"
She nods her head.
"Here are your souvenirs." She says as she throws a water bottle and hat in his direction.
He can barely hold the items and has to readjust to manage.
"Thank you…" He searches for her name badge, "Abby."
She slowly rolls her eyes again and sits her hands on her hips."It's Abigail." She rudely smiles.
He taken back at bit."Right, thank you." He kindly tells her.
"Tourist." She mutters under her breathe.
"Witch." He mutters back.
She puts her headphones in and begins to light another blunt and he continues his tour.
…
He comes across the town's center, the park, even the High School before lastly reaching the Grill.
He casually walks in and eyes a seat but before he can take it, he bumps into someone making their drinks fall and splatter all over the floor.
"I'm so sorry, here let me get that for you."
He begins to pick up the broken pieces of glass
and ice.
"What are you? Stalking me now?"
He knew that person slowly comes into full view.
"Abagail?"
"Hello again tourist. I just can't seem to get away from you today." She sighs.
"Do we have a problem here?" A Heavy set man asked intervening.
"No Mr. Chartson. No problem at all I'll get a mop and clean it up right away."
"Quickly Abby, table four needs their burgers. Let's go. Rapido."
Declan waits until he's out of hearing range.
"You work here too?" It came out too fast, he couldn't take it back.
"Why're you so surprised? Not everyone can leave everything behind and travel the world,even if it is the most boring town in the US," she goes around the corner grabbing the mop and broom, "Some of us actually have to work."
"I didn't mean it like that it's just-"
"Then how did you mean it?'
"I just, It's just" he rambles on, "It was just a question."
"Right.. Mmhhmm."
She begins to mop the floor.
"I can do that," he takes off his jacket, and sets his backpack aside. "It was my fault anyway."
"No way am I letting some rich kid tourist save the day, besides did you see my boss?"
"First of all I'm not-"
She gives him a look.
"Okay I have money but I'm not rich," he flops down on a seat at the nearest table, "Actually," he sighs, " My parents cut me off for the time being."
She looks at him for a moment with concern but within seconds shes back to her normal self.
"Want someone to feel sorry for you? I would ask why but then that would imply that I actually care."
She walks away.
"You know what.. ..Whatever." He walks away too.
He goes to grab for his backpack but It isn't there.
He looks around the area, trying to find anyone who might've taken it. That bookbag had everything in it. His real birth certificate, everything his real mom and dad left him.
"Here."
He turns around .
"Shouldn't leave your stuff sitting anywhere people in Donovans landing are nosy."
Declan slowly and cautiously takes his bag off the bar.
"Did you?"
"Look inside? No. Kid I've better things to do. Can I get you anything?"
"Just some water, thank you." He slides the money across the bar.
"It's free, but If you really want something to calm your nerves." He slides a shot across the bar.
He looks at the shot in disgust, sliding it back.
"No thank you."
"You going to an AA meeting later or something?"
"No I just don't drink," he clears his throat, "bad memories."
"Understandable. If I'd been adopted, come back home to a small town, changed name I'd be messed up too."
Declan takes a look at his bag and then back to the man.
"Told you, people in this town are nosey." he smiles.
"Right."
"You looking for information on your original family?"
"Yea."
"We get plenty of people like you in here looking for Mystic Falls, lost love ones."
"They ever find anything?"
"What do you think?" He smirks.
"So basically you're saying I'm wasting my time."
"I'm saying go deep into town, they say this guy can help you with stuff like this."
He slides the folded paper across the table.
It reads, ALARIC SALTZMEN.
He says it to himself and then out loud."Who is this guy?"
"Crazy Coo coo living in a small cabin up north. They say he knows a lot about Mystic Falls and why the name was changed. If you wanna' know more about your family I'd start with him."
"Thanks-" When Declan goes to thank the man he's gone.
He leaves a couple bills on the bar and grabs his backpack. He was ready to meet this Alaric guy. He would talk to anyone to find out any information he could get his hands on.
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