Mystic Falls seemed like an average town. A school, a place to hang out imaginatively named "The Mystic Grill", a little hospital, police station. I walked through the seemingly dull town until I saw what I was looking for. The sign outside the quite large house read:
"Mrs Flowers Bed & Breakfast."
Exactly what I needed.
I entered and was welcomed by a sweet looking lady who appeared to be in her sixties.
She beamed at me when I entered the B&B and said, "Hello dear. How may I help you today?"
She seemed like a nice lady so I tried to give back a believable smile and replied, "I need a room for at least one night, please."
"Of course, my dear", she spoke. "We have plenty of room this time of the year. Stay as long as you need. A room for one night is $50, breakfast included."
I looked into her eyes, barely even using any concentration because I had become an expert at compulsion over my 1000 years and said, "I have already paid you in advance for a fortnight, remember?"