“Mystic Falls, Virginia,” He shook his head with an almost wistful smile on his face. Damon had watched that town since it was founded and yet it hadn’t grown or changed much at all. “A no Starbucks town.”
“It’s where I grew up.” That wasn’t a lie. Damon had been born in Mystic Falls. He was raised in that place and he died there, too, though he thought that it would be best to leave that detail out. Even during the Apocalypse it seemed unlikely that people would seek out vampires for friends.
“It has a certain kind of charm to it even if it is ridiculously small.”