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Isabella's POV

I quickly let go of his hand, flushing bright red. It was like something had come over me and I hadn't even noticed that I was holding his hand.

"I – I'm sorry," I stammered, pushing my hair behind my ear in embarrassment.

"No, don't be," he spoke in a voice as soft and smooth as velvet. I ducked my head to gaze at my shoes, but somehow his beautiful eyes caught mine again. So gorgeous, I sighed, and then bit my lip. Great. Could I be any more embarrassing? Someone should just kill me now. He probably thought I was a complete idiot.

"Um, I've got to go," I mumbled, turning to walk away.

"Wait," he called, gripping my elbow gently. "Do you really have to leave?"

When he touched my bare skin I felt a thousand sparks burning there. His touch left a fiery scar, but it wasn't painful. I liked it.

"Do you honestly want me to stay?" I grinned. "I'll just embarrass myself even more."

"Don't be embarrassed," he smiled, releasing my arm. I could still feel the hot intensity of his hand on my skin, but to avoid embarrassing myself further, I tried to ignore it. I walked around the gravestone, and suddenly felt a stinging sensation in my ankle. I winced and bent to take a look.

"What's the matter? You okay?" Stefan asked.

"I'm fine," I grimaced as I realised I'd grazed myself against the stone. A few miniscule beads of blood appeared, and I winced again. "Ugh, just a graze."

But as I glanced up at Stefan I noticed he had become incredibly tense and he had his back to me.

"Uh, is everything all right?" I absently wiped the graze and stood back up. Stefan didn't turn around.

"I'm fine," he grunted. "I, uh, I've got to go, but I'll see you soon."

"Oh. Okay," I felt rejection wash through me as he spoke these words. "Bye, then."

"Bye," he muttered, and I noticed as he walked away he was clenching and unclenching his fists.

What was wrong with him? I was sure he'd been interested in me – and I had felt a connection. Maybe I was just overreacting to him, and the whole 'feeling sparks thing' was just my imagination. He probably didn't even feel it. Shrugging off the disappointment I felt, I returned my attention to the grave of Elena Gilbert. Hesitantly, I reached out and placed my hand on the cool stone. Immediately I felt sparks sear up my arm and I yanked my hand back in surprise. I stared at the tomb in shock. What had just happened? I shook my head, running my fingers through my hair. Clearly the small town was getting to me I thought as I walked away.

My memories of Mystic Falls were hazy – I had only been six when we'd left. My parents had split up and my mother had whisked my brother, Justin, and I away with her to Boston. But now due to her unpredictable job she had been sent to England for a year, and so with nowhere to go, Justin and I had to return to Mystic Falls to live with our dad. We'd only arrived here on Friday night, and tomorrow I started school at Mystic Falls High School. I was a little nervous. I wasn't used to being the new girl. I clung to one simple, desperate and idiotic hope: maybe Stefan Salvatore attended this school.

Stefan's POV

Once confined to the sanctuary of my house, I angrily punched the wall. I surprised myself as my whole hand went through the wall, and as I wrenched my hand back I noticed I'd left a gaping hole in the wall. Cursing silently, I stormed away to my bed. How could I have been such an idiot? It had been a miniscule amount of blood, yet I had still reacted badly to it, thanks to my new diet of blood bags. I had to learn control. If I was going to get to know Isabella then I would have to return to my diet of animal blood. No, I thought. I couldn't get to know Isabella! It was too dangerous for her and I didn't think I could manage falling into the trap three times: first with Katherine, then with Elena – I couldn't go for a third time. I had to leave tonight. But a huge part of me wanted to stay; I wanted to find out how this had happened and why it had happened. Why had Elena been brought back into this world? She's not Elena, I reminded myself. She just looked like her. But surely I couldn't have been the only one feeling the fiery sparks when we touched? She must've felt them too. No, no, if I fell for Isabella I would only hurt her – after all I wasn't over Elena. But she was Elena. No she wasn't.

I was too confused to think. I didn't know what to do. I needed the advice of a professional. It was time for a visit to Caroline.

Caroline lived in Danville, Georgia. She travelled a lot, but right now I was certain she was home. She'd been distraught losing the people she loved so long ago – I didn't think she was prepared to lose them and continue living on. She'd clung to me like a life preserver; I was the only one of her high school friends that had been able to stick around. And now we were best friends. I came to her about anything, and she reminded me fiercely of my deceased best friend, Lexi.

I knocked on her door and waited. A second later she had opened it, and she was hugging me.

"Hey, Stefan, how're you doing?" she asked, beaming as she tugged me inside.

"I'm fine, thank you," I closed the door behind me and followed her into the living room. "And yourself?"

"Great," she grinned. "I just got back from Las Vegas. It was the best!"

"Did you gambol?" I asked.

"Hell yeah," she giggled.

"Did you gambol fairly?" I grinned. She easily knew what I was hinting at.

"Okay, for your information, I only used compulsion twice!" she told me.

I laughed. "Okay."

"So, what brings you here?" she said curiously, sinking into an armchair. I sat on the sofa opposite and hugged a cushion to my chest.

"Do you believe in reincarnation, Caroline?" I asked.

She glanced at me warily. "Why?"

"Uh, just answer the question."

"Um..." she gazed thoughtfully out of the window. "Two centuries ago I would've said no. But, I'm a vampire, and in my lifetime I've seen werewolves and witches, so...I don't know. Maybe. It seems a little farfetched if you ask me."

I said nothing, my thoughts straying to Isabella. The resemblance was striking...it had to be reincarnation.

"Stefan..." she began hesitantly. "I know why you're asking me this. It's been two hundred years...if Elena was going to be reincarnated I'm sure it would've happened by now." Her eyes filled with tears. "I miss her too, Stefan."

I shook my head. "Caroline, we don't know how it works. It could take centuries for someone to be reincarnated."

"So, this is your latest obsession? Wondering if Elena will ever be reincarnated?" she said sceptically.

"She all ready has!" I blurted out in frustration, and quickly bit my lip. Oops. I'd probably said too much now.

"Wait, what?" she gasped.