"In the 875 years that I've been alive, that has to be one of the top five most absurd things I've ever heard." Blake said into the phone as he intently played a game of Temple Run on his iPad.

"I'm telling you, it's true. I mean, I haven't seen it with my own eyes, but I'd be more than happy to kill him just to prove it to you." Gavin replied as he circled his fingers around the wound he just created on the neck of a cocktail waitress he met last night.

"You're an idiot." And with that, Blake hung up the phone and focused all of this energy on more important matters, like beating his brothers high score.

Damon laid awake in bed staring down at Jeanne. He never considered himself the monogamous type, but Jeanne has certainly had a way of bringing out qualities in him he never knew existed.

The last year has been more than he could have ever imagined for himself. He had a woman who adored him. He had a brother he actually got along with. He had friends who enjoyed being around him. It was….weird. But good weird.

Jeanne changed everything Damon knew about life and about himself. You know there's that old saying, you cant teach a dog new tricks. Well, Damon was a 160 year old dog and Jeanne did more than teach him new tricks. She reminded him what it was to be human again.

In the year that Jeanne and Damon had been together, he actually stayed out of trouble. There was a little action here and there that he couldn't avoid being apart of, it was Mystic Falls after all. But no life or death situations, no big bad villains looking to rip his throat out. For the most part, life was normal. And he liked it.

He didn't have a death wish anymore, he actually had a reason to live, and she was it.

"Are you serious? I'm laying right next to you, just wake me up!" Jeanne said, in a pseudo-annoyed tone.

"I didn't want to disturb you, you looked so peaceful." Damon said playfully as he pulled her on top of him.

"I swear to God if you don't stop breaking and entering my dreams I'm going to stop shaving my legs." She said as he rolled over on top of her.

"Do I need to remind you that I was around before razors were invented?"

"You're so gross." She said with a laugh, and that was that. Jeanne was going to be very tired in the morning.

"Don't forget, your short stories are due this Friday." Jeanne said through a yawn as her students filed out of the classroom.

"Jeanne?" She heard a voice say from the doorway. She looked up to find Sheriff Forbes.

"Sheriff, come in. What can I do for you?" She asked, as she shoved papers into her desk.

"I'm here about one of your students, Kyle Britches, was he in today?" She asked as she came into the room.

"No, actually he wasn't. Everything ok?"

"I'm not sure. His mother said he didn't come home last night and that's not really like him."

"Have you spoken to his girlfriend, Samantha Hiller?" Jeanne asked, becoming more worried by the second.

"We have. He dropped her off at home around 8:00 last night and she hasn't heard from him since."

"That doesn't sound like him at all, those two are connected at the hip. I'll try to ask around, see if I can find anything out from the kids."

"That would be great, you have my number, let me know if you hear of anything." Sheriff Forbes said and headed out the door.

Jeanne collected her things and head out to her car.

She pulled out of the parking lot and instantly got an uneasy feeling. She stopped just as she was about to pull out of the lot and looked around. Just a few cars left behind, no one in the lot. She shook off the feeling and drove to Damon's house.

"Well, she just went into the Salvatore house. How's that for proof?" Gavin said, matter of factly into his phone.

"Are you serious? So she's banging a Salvatore, how does that prove anything?" Blake said, growing more impatient by the minute. His brothers endless stream of stupid ideas has been nothing but a headache for nearly a millennium. When the hell will it stop?

"Well it's a start! I'm telling you I'm right about this." Gavin said, as he sat in his car parked across the street from the house.

"Ok, Gavin. You keep up the good detective work." Blake said sarcastically, and hung up on his brother for the millionth time.

"He's such a dick." Gavin muttered to himself and dialed Katherine's number.

"What do you want now Gavin?" She asked, in her usual irritated tone.

"That information you gave me, how am I supposed to know you're telling me the truth?" He asked.

"Well, there's only one way to find out, right?" She said.

"I'm not quite ready to play that card just yet. You need to give me something better, we had a deal."

"Are you serious? I handed you a human link on a silver platter. The only one I've ever heard of and I'm assuming the same goes for you or else you wouldn't have needed me in the first place."

"It just doesn't make any sense. And my brother doesn't believe it either."

"Well, your brother has always been a hard nut to crack, but that's not my problem. I gave you her name, I told you where to find her. I gave you what you asked for, now unless you want me to kill her for you too, leave me alone." And she too, hung up on Gavin.

Gavin threw his phone on the passenger seat and stared out the window at the house. She was in there, but so were the Salvatores. He's not going to be his usual hasty self, not this time. This is too vital, too consequential, too unbelievable. He would take his time, he would get his proof. He would get his brother on his side. And then he would have the tool to change the world as they all know it.

Linking vampires to humans would change the game forever.