[h2]Marabella Swan[/h2]

Marabella sat behind the wheel of her black cherry 1968 Chevrolet Chevelle, tapping her fingers to the beat of the song on the radio on the steering wheel. It was hard to not tap along with a song from Journey, not to mention it was the only thing occupying her on her long drive to the town of Mystic Falls, and there wasn’t much to look at on the way there. It had been well over two hundred years since she had stepped foot into Mystic Falls, and she had planned to never return after what had happened the last time she was there, but something was drawing her back. What that something was, she wasn’t quite sure of yet but she planned to find out, deal with it, and get back out as quickly as she could. She had mostly bad memories about Mystic Fall and hardly any good ones. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought of them, which made her quickly shake them from her mind. 

It wasn’t long until the Mystic Falls sign came into view, she sighed heavily and gripped her steering wheel a bit. As she passed the sign, a shiver ran down her spine. She disliked being in a town with so many Werewolves and Witches, she’d had nothing but bad run-ins with them over the years and she despised both. Plus, now that she was here, she would have to find herself a place to stay. Her mind instantly went to the Salvatore brothers and she wondered if they were still around after all these years, and if they might let her stay at the boarding house while she was there but she didn’t just want to invite herself to stay. Though she might stop by just to see how they’ve managed over the years, it had been so long since she had seen either one of them. She sighed once again as the town came into full view and she drove through it. It had definitely changed some, but the people were as lively as ever. 

Marabella drove through town watching the people go here and there, wondering if those she was looking at were just normal humans or something else entirely. Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she looked ahead once again and saw the Grill. She decided she’d stop for a while after her long drive and get an idea of what the people were like here nowadays. Finding a parking spot, she parked her car and made her way inside. She found a table near the back so that she could have a good view of the whole place and all the people that came and went. After she sat down, a waitress came by to take her order. Marabella’s order was very simple, a hot drink and a little something to nibble on. Once the waitress left, she sat back in her chair and watched the people. As she watched, a thought lingered in the back of her mind. If she sat here long enough, at some point she’d probably run into one of the Salvatores before making it to the Boarding House.