June 1879

He saw her long bright red braid fall down the back of her pale green ball gown. Stefan knew she was a vampire, judging by the ring on her finger, her warm stare and rosy checks wouldn't fool him. She was holding a letter, no doubt to place at a grave, but this cemetery was much older than Stefan was, too old to read some of the names on the graves. He could just see the edge of her face, her nose was pixie like, seemed as if she was mischievous, always playing tricks, and her jaw line was soft, but riddled by freckles, as well as the rest of her body. Looking her up and down, Stefan nearly forgot she was a vampire, she seemed so alive, so young, so-

"How long will you stare at me before you speak to me," she hummed, her voice sounded like sweet southern molasses, filled with the south, yet deceiving.

"You're Evangeline, correct?" Stefan questioned, he walked closer to the girl, she was standing in front of a statue of an angel, a grave marked by a name that was too hard to make out.

Evangeline turned to Stephan, she was taken by surprise at first, but she knew it wasn't Silas who was looking her in the eyes, "yes, and you're quite young to know who I am."

Stefan fiddled with the ring around his finger, he was new, only 15 years since he was turned and he understood all too well what Evangeline could do to him, "I don't quite know who you are, you are a mystery to me." He took a step closer to her, looking directly into her eyes, placing one hand under her chin he pushed her head up, their lips gracefully colliding with each other. Evangeline let herself be infatuated by this handsome young vampire for a moment, but she knew that she could not let him go one knowing who she was, in a split second she was ready to reach her hand through his ribcage and rip out his heart, enjoying the dead look in her kill's eyes, but something changed in her while looking into his soft eyes.

"You will forget me Stefan Salvator, I will meet you again, but not for many years, now continue on with your life," Evangeline smiled, her eyes locked with his.

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Present Day

Evangeline forced herself awake, she knew coming to Mystic Falls was a mistake, but she also knew that her first mistake was here, and he was prepared to do anything to keep her from stopping whatever he was planning. The alarm clock on the side of her bed started ringing, Evangeline groaned and hit it, pushing the musty motel covers off of her body.

She dragged herself to the mirror and evaluated her face, which was covered in freckles, which was a wonder being her mother was Native American, and no one knew their genes weren't dominate. Her pupils dilated in her bright green eyes, adjusting to the light of the bathroom.

Evangeline pulled out a makeup back and lightly applied eyeliner, a thin line until the end where she swooped it into a curl, knowing how to do the original cat eye from the 20's, she added mascara and a small amount of lipgloss, walking over to the outfit laid out from the night before. Pulling the white lace cap sleeved dress over her head, Evangeline sighed, knowing she had to do something with her hair, quickly french braiding it in a circular pattern on her head. Her boots were sitting by the door, beaten up biker boots with mud caked on the soles, and multiple scratches from the many fights she had been in.

She slipped into her boots, grabbed her backpack and a red sweater, and ran out the door of the motel room, locking it behind her and placing a Do Not Disturb sign on the door knob. Her first day at Mystic Falls High School, and she was going to be late.