A/N: Hello again! I planned on doing this weekly, but my excitement got the best of me. So here it is. Assuming my muse stays with me, I will try to update the diary chapters in shorter time frames than normal chapters.

This chapter was beta-read by purastella. 3 See you all next time! ~Hannbells

Dear Sydney,

Today marks the anniversary of my disappearance. It has been three years since our spell dumped me into an alternative world. I finally feel less disheveled stating the fact, as "alternative world" is the only phrase that could define where I am. Everything is the same and yet everything is different. I have decided to stay in this version of the United States, as traveling is impossible without the necessary documentations.

I am writing to you to recount the troubles I have recently faced in this small Virginian town. Mystic Falls is a beautiful place, but there is a hum encompassing it. I know as well as you that a "hum" isn't very practical, but both of us have seen better days with our witchcraft than with our science. This "hum" I feel in the air had prompted me to begin research in the nearby university. I have scoured their archives and have come across the workings of Isobel Flemming, a professor at the university.

I take His name in vain Sydney over this woman. All this time I thought I lived in an alternate world without the vampires, that I would finally be free of the past. Instead, I have walked into a world with different rules and curses. Her obsession with the supernatural is exactly what we were taught to fear. I fear Mystic Falls and its hum is but a playground for this world's vampires.

There is no one here to aid me. There are no Alchemists in this world. Yes, I was that desperate when I read Dr. Flemming's writings. I tried to contact them, but they are not real here. And if they do not exist, I can only pray there are only witches in this world. Vampires will be a great pain in my ass if they too exist.

Today also marks the last day I write to you this way, Sydney. I shall no longer try to sound proper. It ruins my reputation as a bartender.

Find me soon, Sydney. I cannot stand this hum in the air.

Sincerely,

Ravyn