I was on my way to my dance and performance studio at Whitmore College after finally relenting and agreeing to be one of the two professors needed to form and compete in the college performance league. I just couldn't stand the constant begging, you'd think that after like 500 years with Selena that I'd be immune by now. But sadly, that was not the case, though it does take a lot for me to actually give up and give in.

As I walk towards the doors, I'd given Bridget a set of spare keys so she could let the students in when I wasn't there yet., I heard bickering coming from inside and decided to listen for a moment when I heard what it was about.

"Why on earth would you chose her!?" One of the students asked, and Caroline, Bridget's youngest sister replied, "Because she happens to be on of the coolest, most B.A. professors I've ever met!"

The girl snorted, "Oh yeah, because we want a teacher who teaches people how to fight and be lame to be one of our mentors."

'That little B-' my thought was cut off by Bridget defending me.

"She happens to be one of my very best friends, and not only teaches defense but also other skills such as dancing and performance arts. She is the head of the department you know Miss Kelsie. So please, do not disrespect her again." I could hear the disapproving tone in her voice, she could be intimidating when she wanted to.

Deciding I'd waited long enough I opened the doors and walked in, dropping my bag onto the long table I had along the wall to hold people's stuff while they were here so my floors stayed clean.

"Ugh, we, don't want you here. So you can just leave now." One girl had the nerve to say.

I raised an eyebrow at that and was about to retort when Bridget beat me to it.

"Miss Eloise! Did I not just warn Miss Kelsie about such remarks? If that is to be your attitude you may as well not come back! We all need positive attitudes and if yours is to be negative about one of the professors actually willing to participate then it is not welcome here. Is that understood?" 'Wow, note to self: never get on her bad side."

The ultra thin blonde looked down in embarrassment, "I'm sorry Miss Bridget." she said looking at her shoes.

"It's not me you need to apologize to Miss Eloise, It's her. Your remark was unnecessary and hurtful."

"It's okay. Just do not do it again." I say sternly after she stuttered an apology to me, I could be scarier than Bridget. Sometimes I really don't like working with people. Namely teenagers fresh out of high school.

"So, shall we begin?" I ask, already starting to get bored. If I didn't get moving soon I would probably choose to leave and go to the Grill or something that was in Mystic Falls. Pretty close by, not the greatest but it sufficed.

Suddenly a group of people came in and went to Caroline, "C'mon Blondie, we gotta go. You were supposed to help us in finding a way to stop the psycho brother from killing himself." not surprisingly it was Damon Salvatore who spoke degradingly to blonde sweetheart.

"I told you guys months ago I was signing up to be a part of the Whitmore College performance team, we were going to begin the first practice because the first tournament starts soon." she said, looking surprised, "And what are you talking about? No body told me anything about that." she looked irritated. "And besides we finally got both professors so we could form the team, we don't have very long to practice some routines." She looked exasperated, "Elena, Bonnie, you guys promised me you would join! Did you really forget?"

"No, but it's stupid Care. And besides you really can't perform so we'd lose right away anyway." The doppelganger I was guessing to be Elena said to her.

"What?" I could hear the hurt in her voice, "But Elena,"

She interrupted her, "No Care, we need to go, like now. Kol hurt my brother, and according to Bonnie her ancestors say that if you kill one original their entire bloodline dies. But we don't know for sure who's bloodline we're from"

"Even Katherine agreed to do it, and she is actually keeping her promise." Caroline seemed to be trying to convince them to join her at least for a while.

"What? You talk to her? The horrible girl that ruined my life? She has taken everything from me! She killed you!" She whined.

"Gosh, what is it with doppelgangers and thinking the world revolves around them" I commented softly, but loud enough for her to hear.

My eyes were drawn suddenly to a man who gasped after I made my thoughts known.

Confusion filled me as I felt a pull towards him, a stranger that seemed so familiar. "Do I know you?" I ask him, taking in as many details as I could at once. His dark hair, his chiseled face, shoulder length hair, and old clothes. They looked like ones men had worn a thousand years ago, when I did not yet recall my powers and thought myself to be a mere human.

He was still gaping at me and suddenly sped around the others to stand inches away from me, just looking at me, with something in his eyes. I think my eyes deceive me, for I swear I see some sort of adoration in them, longing maybe.

Tentatively he reached a hand out towards me and I jerked back a second, and he just reached farther forward to cup my cheek in his hand. I felt nervous, which was new. I never felt nervous, ever. It just wasn't in my nature.

"You're human. Impossible." he murmured, "What?" I myself murmur in confusion. "I'm not human."

"You have a heartbeat." he stops for a second thinking, possibly he knew me and the memory was taken from me, I've had that happen before.

Then he cups both his hands around my face and leans in towards me, and he says one word. "Remember."

And suddenly, I do. I remember everything, and I let out a gasp, trying to catch my breath from the flood of memories all at once.

Suddenly I recognize him, I know why he looked familiar, I knew him, all of my memories, my happy memories the ones I cherished and never knew what I was missing. I always felt like a piece of me what gone, missing, this was it.

He's looking at me hopefully, he really thought I was some sort of doppelganger, and I have just one thing that I didn't know I'd been longing to say for the last thousand years.

"Finnegan."

And the second I said his name he broke into a wide smile that I loved and I let out a breath, finally having the piece of my heart, of my soul, back where it belonged.