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ONE BACK TO MYSTIC FALLS ❊ ❁ ❊ ❁ ❊ ❁
Bellamy Salvatore had no longer crossed into Mystic Falls on account that 1884, the location were she had died and then was reborn into a vampire held no place in her heart come with Damon anyways. Bella looked around her place standing in the town square and saw a couple across the way holding each other hands, a little boy tossing bread crumbs at a small grounded flock of birds. The little boy's parents were smiling at his antics a couple feet away. There was a chill in the air, the warmth of the sun started to diminish as the source began to set.
The street light slowly starts coming to life and as they did, Bella watched as the families started leaving, the couple stayed and the people around the age that Bellamy looked started to arrive into town most of them were walking towards the Mystic Gill.
The young Salvatore follows, looking up at the sign running her fingers through her hair as she sighs softly, almost afraid that someone would know what she was just by looking at her, Bella walks inside. She wasn't paranoid but Mystic Falls made her that way. The people in the spacious restaurant most likely had no idea what happened over a century ago in the town they called their home, hell other then The founders Council, the majority of the town people in 1864 didn't know what the founders of mystic Falls had done. All the people– not the people to the council's eyes– monsters, vampires, who believe for a burn to death in Fell's church.
Bellamy takes in a another deep breath, in through the nose out through the her mouth.
The vampire makes her way to the bar, sitting on the stool in the middle of the row and a auburn hair girl tossed a dish towel and walked towards her, the question for Bella's on the tip of her tongue.
"Whiskey, please." Bella ordered the girl with a small smile on her face while looking over at her name tag reading Sarah, Sarah scoffed, shaking her head. Bella sighs biting her lips, she hated going to new bars. Meeting Sarah's eyes, the Salvatore repeated, "Whiskey, please." Pupils dilating, the bartender grabbed the bottle, poured the amber liquid into a glass and was a about to walk away then Bellamy grabs her by the wrist, asking her to leave the bottle. Complying Sarah did and maybe her way to another customer.
When Sarah left the bottle, it was full but after about an hour later there was between and a quarter left and Bella estimated another half hour before she finished. She poured herself another glass. "What's the point of this again?"Bella asks dryly looking over at Damon who sits down next to her.
"Well," he beings in a dramatic fashion as Damon Salvatore always dose." It masses with our dear brother Stefan and the fear of the townspeople."
