Before reading, I'd just like to say that if I've gotten any facts wrong, then I'm sorry. I've tried to make sure I'm correct and I hope I am...but I may not be.
What was the name of the man I was looking for? Damon. That was it. Damon Salvatore. He would have some of the answers I was seeking. It was a strange thought, knowing that somewhere my doppelganger was out there, causing mayhem no less towards the residents of his current residence; Mystic Falls.
I pulled out an envelope from the glove compartment of my car as I started to veer into a high hedge, the color a vibrant but dark green. I quickly turned the wheel to straighten the car up before placing the envelope onto the empty passenger seat. Inside the envelope was a photo, dated about 1863 from the midst of the Civil War. The photo was taken of a man in uniform; a Confederate. He looked somewhere in his early twenties, his raven black hair mostly hidden under his cap; a serious expression fixed upon his face. This was all I had except a letter included of the man's name and where I could find him. I didn't know who sent it, but I did know that I had to go and see for myself, the man with my face.