Hey so this is the first actual chapter, thank you to everyone who showed my story love :D. You're awesome, I can tell ;). Anyway it's moving pretty but I think it will pick up in chapter two, but I make no promises. I hope you like it.

Back in the present

As soon as stepped out of the Gallardo I wanted to hop back in and drive off. He was a beautiful car; the colour of coal and a convertible too. The town had hardly changed since I was last here. I mean of course it'd modernised a bit but that's about it. It was pretty much the same tightly knit community I'd been in 1864. It was night, my favourite time of day. The stars were scarce amid the clouds as I left my baby in the parking lot of the Grill; I didn't bother to lock him because this was Mystic Falls, nothing bad ever happened there, except maybe me I thought, smirking to myself. Also if he was so much as scratched when I came back I'd gut whoever did it. My black stilettoes echoed of the crack-less pavement as I approached the entrance, I had no doubt that this town was still fully aware of the existence of vampires, I'd done my research. I'd also heard rumours that my boys were back in town. But I wasn't here for them. I heard through the grape vine that Miss Pierce was a human and me and her, we had some unsettled business.

I stepped inside the Grill and the sudden light of the establishment made me squint. It was way brighter than outside, for a town that was so vampire conscious they could sure do with investing in a couple more streetlights. I did a quick take of the bar, it was pretty much empty minus a loved up teen couple who were eating face in the corner, a bar tender who was ringing up the till and a cute bus boy who was wiping down tables and casting awkward glances in the couple's direction. He was probably trying to prolong kicking them out. Their very public affection was grossing me out quite frankly; if they didn't stop soon she'd be shoving a baby out her cheerio in nine months. "Ey, love birds" I demanded "scram, you're putting me off my drink." The boyfriend opened his mouth to say something- probably that I didn't have a drink-, but the veins under my eyes perked up just enough that he'd think he'd imagined it. He shut his mouth and they left in a slight hurry.

The blonde bus boy looked up and grinned at me "You're good at that, you should apply for a job." He joked; he had a friendly smile and a nice vibe to him. I decided not to kill him. My dark brown hair fell in messy ringlets just passed my breast, my skin was olive-y even in death and I had big green eyes like a jungle cat. I was dressed in a black leather jacket with crumpled leather sleeves, black skinnies and a low cut red t-shirt. I returned his smile. "Wiping tables and kicking out horny teens? I'll pass thanks." I said absently, I began picking at my split ends.

He shrugged, "Can't blame you really."

I'd offended him. I frowned slightly, that hadn't been my intention. "I'm Rowan, I'm new in town." The bartender brushed past us then mumbling a goodbye to Matt so quiet that he wouldn't be able to hear it. I crumpled my face, "What's his problem?"

"That's Ralph he's got a lot of… stuff." I nodded knowingly, we all had stuff. "I'm Matt by the way. So when'd you get in?"

"About five minutes ago, this is my first stop." I said looking around the Grill once again; storing its image in my memory: The light switches- behind the bar, the exits- behind the bar, at a side door and of course where I'd come in, the kitchen doors, the storage room doors, potential weapons, where the booze were kept and all other things a vamp might need to know in an emergency.

"Well sorry to disappoint you but we're just about to close up. But since you've obviously had a long drive and I'm a nice guy is there anything I can get you?" Matt offered while piling plates onto his muscular arm.

"No thanks Matt can you just tell me how to get to the Salvatore boarding house?" The expression on his face said it all; he knew. A sly grin rolled onto my face because sometimes I just enjoyed scaring them a bit. "The old one's been destroyed and I've never been to the new one."

Matt looked around for a weapon and his eyes landed on a fork then as he was about to move I shook my head. He stopped dead, clever boy. "Look I don't want any trouble." Matt stammered, he kept looking at his hand. Sweat beads were trickling down his forehead. I followed Matt's gaze, he had alright hands although they looked kind of rough, he probably played Football or rugby, he had the body for it. On one finger he had a weird ring, it looked eerily familiar to me but I shrugged it off.

"Neither do I Matt, I'm just in town visiting an old friend. So you gunna help me out or not?"

Matt just stared at me dumbfounded for several seconds; I could hear his heart pounding in his well-defined chest, then he shook his head and somehow regained his senses. He was back to being the smiley friendly waiter he'd been five minutes ago. "Yeah. Of course. I'll draw you up a map or something. Just give me a second to finish up here."

"I hate maps so why don't you take me up there and in return I'll let you drive." Matts jaw almost hit the ground when I jerked my head back, gesturing to Joker who was still neatly tucked into his space.

"I can't say no to that…even if you do kill me."

"Scratch him and I will."

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