"I don't believe I am actually here", I mumbled.

"Well you are", Stefan chuckled as he glanced down at me.

I let my eyes wander around the scene before me, the teenagers laughing and joking, girls pouting and gossiping while the guys showed off their skills on the court. I sighed. I feel old. Older than I ever have before… and that's saying something. I guess that's what happens when you come home after avoiding it for 150 years. If it wasn't for the man standing beside me I wouldn't be here. I glare at him in contempt but he catches my gaze and nudges me smiling.

I haven't seen him like this in so long. Since he found her he is like that 17 year old boy again, the events of the past, the changes that he went through… they don't mean anything anymore. They only allowed him the opportunity to find her. After the flash of joy his eyes grew solemn. "I just… I have to know her." He marched on through the school doors as I followed helplessly.

Our induction went well with nothing more than a little hitch that couldn't be solved by compulsion on my part. Walking through the corridors I found that everyone was staring at us. Fresh meat I guess. Or was I being glared at by the female gender as I was chatting to the handsome mysterious stranger. Good to see that Stefan still had the charm and good looks to make the girls heads turn. Suddenly I found that my steps had stopped, I was staring at a grey top, Stefan's back. I peeked round and felt myself go numb.

It was her, it had to be her… she was the spitting image. How did she survive? I felt my hands clench and the change come over me, blood surging to my cheeks. She destroyed me, ruined my life. And then I could smell her. Human. I dropped my hands and focused in on their conversation. Stefan turned suddenly gesturing to me. "This is my friend Rossalyn, we transferred together, Roz this is Elena." "Hi" she smiled and offered her hand. Obediently I shook it smiling, the shock had sent me into auto pilot. She is definitely human, I thought as I released her hand .

As her and Stefan parted ways, he swivelled, almost to fast for the human eye to catch, and grasped hold of my shoulders. "So…", he asked, eyes dancing. "Im confused" was all I could manage. We stayed still like that in silence. "She isn't Katherine", I piped in after a few seconds. He nodded slowly as the bell signalled the start of class. "Remind me to stake you when we get home", I growled as we began to walk towards the classroom door. "Or myself."