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It was after eight o'clock in the morning and Becca was just coming home, entering through the back door since she didn't want anyone to see her. Unfortunately, one of her roommates was awake and eating breakfast and reading the newspaper at the kitchen table. Her roommate, Mabel, took one look at her blood-stained shirt and sighed. "Really Becca?" she complained. "Why couldn't you just use a blood bag?"

"You know I hate them," Becca replied. "Unless the temperatures 98.6 degrees blood just isn't tasty. Besides, one little spree won't hurt."

"No," Mabel said, "but three sprees in one week do. Becca, we wanted to stay here for one more year. One year so Nancy's boyfriend can graduate high school before we turn him. Don't make us have to move on earlier. It'll just complicate things."

Becca rolled her eyes. "Fine," she huffed. "I'll put up with the blood bags, but you don't know how boring it is here alone all day."

"Then find something to do," Mabel shot back. "I'd have thought you'd be thrilled to have graduated from high school for, like, what time is this? The fifth?"

"Sixth," Becca corrected. "And I was until I realized there's nothing to do in this town. You will never convince me to settle in a small town again."

"Okay, drama queen," Mabel sniped. "You can pick where we go next."

"Chicago," Becca said instantly walking out of the room. "Anyway, I'm gonna go change my clothes."

"Yeah, probably a good idea," Mabel said eyeing the blood stains again before raising the newspaper back up to continue reading. Becca's eyes were immediately drawn to one of the headlines: Animal Attacks in Mystic Falls. She snatched the paper off Mabel and skimmed through the article.

"When were you going to tell me about this?" Becca asked demandingly.

"Tell you about what?" Mabel responded innocently.

"Mabel!" Becca warned.

Mabel sighed. "Maybe it's not vampires," she said. "Maybe it really is animal attacks."

"Yeah, and maybe I'll die in my sleep tonight," Becca retorted. They were silent for a moment.

"Becca," Mabel finally said, "I know what you're thinking and I just have to say…don't go."

Becca nodded her head absentmindedly and handed Mabel back her newspaper. "You and Nancy are going out today, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, we're going shopping," Mabel replied. "Did you want to come?"

Becca shook her head and started walking out of the room again to head for the stairs. "Nah," she declined. "I think I'm just going to relax today. Late night, you know?" She was almost at the stairs when Mabel called after her.

"It's probably just some random vampire!" Mabel yelled from the kitchen. "I'm sure it has nothing to do with…him."

Becca paused on the bottom step before reply, "Yeah, I know. It's just odd, though, isn't it? A vampire in Mystic Falls after all this time?" There was no response, and that was answer enough for her. She continued up the stairs. After showering and dressing for the day Becca flopped down on her bed and tried to get some reading in but her mind was plagued by the article. Sighing, she tossed the book aside and strode to her closet, pushing past the forest of clothes hung up until she reached the back wall where she'd installed a safe. She aggravatedly punched in the code and tapped her foot waiting for the click that signified it was unlocked. When the door to the sage swung open she took out the manila envelope inside and walked out of the closet and back to her bed.

Sitting down she unsealed the envelope and slid out the papers that were inside. They were all yellowed from age, and quite a few had holes from disintegrating, but she could still make out the handwriting on them. Her own messy scrawl, and the careful lettering of a long lost friend. She smiled as the memories settled over them. They spent almost every day together once upon ago, but on the days they couldn't spend time together they'd write each other notes, and then carry them out to a tree that had stood at the midpoint between their homes. The tree had been hollowed out at the bottom from age and the two used to leave their messages and anything else they'd wanted the other to have in the space. Becca smiled at the memories as she read through a letter from her old friend complaining how his father wouldn't let him have any fun that day because he had to learn to become the man of the house.

She'd written him similar letters, fretting over her mother forcing her to sew when she really wanted to be out riding. She placed the letter aside and then started to examine the few photographs she had. Photographs weren't big like they were now when these had been taken. Many families couldn't afford them, but her own family had been fairly wealthy. Most of the photographs she had were of her family. Her father's kind face stared up at her in one photograph. Another was one of her and her sister, matching smiles on their faces. A family picture of them all together. She shuffled through these though. They weren't the photographs she was looking for. She finally uncovered them. A picture of her and her old friend. Her friend's father had taken it. He'd always liked her, and never minded the time she spent with his son. The two hadn't known they were being photographed. They were both leaning against the stable fence watching a colt take its first steps. They looked so innocent.

Becca sighed and put flipped to the last photograph. A young man seemed to stare up at her, and although you couldn't tell from the photograph she knew his icy blue eyes were twinkling. He'd been her best friend's older brother. She had always found him captivating, even though she'd been warned from her mother that he wasn't a suitable husband. Even in the 1800s there had been bad boys. She wondered why she'd never listened. Sighing she stashed the photos and the letters back into the manila envelope and then rushed downstairs and dug the newspaper out of the recycling bin. For a second time she read through the article on Mystic Falls. She glanced up from the article, tapped her foot a few time, and then finally grabbed a black marker out of a drawer and wrote a message over the article: I'm Going. She then hurried back to her room and packed all of her stuff, including the manila envelope, before leaving the house knowing she wouldn't be coming back.