My head jerks up and I look around. The alarm clock read 9 am and I slammed my hand on it to stop the irritating sound. Glancing at my bed, my laptop and notebook are still open. Sighing, I slam my laptop shut and get up from the bed. I pick up my notebook and skim over the last things written down. Angel. Witch. Magic. Light.

Walking over to my bookcase, I place the notebook there then walk over to my closet. Last night, I think I had three hours of sleep tops because I was trying to see why the hell I glowed. It had to do with something from that light in the woods. For the majority of this week, in fact, I was not getting much sleep at all. I guess I was just trying to keep my mind busy because I can feel the cold water suffocating me again if I don't. Was it a bad decision to keep this from Nate and Mila? Probably, but I don't need him to be worrying about this too.

)*(

"And that's when I told him that he could do it himself." Caroline droned on as we walked down the sidewalk. She was showing me the shops that were 'worth' going to, and today, she seemed to be worse with talking. Caroline literally varied herself from twilight to ranting about some girl at Mystic high. I think her name was Vicki.

I was spacing in and out, struggling to keep myself grounded. All I could keep thinking about was what to pick up on after I finally escape her. Maybe I could try to talk to an actual witch. I've met a couple but they never did actually cast any spells when I was present.

I remember when I had visited Gloria when Nate and I went to Chicago. It was around the time when he gave me my bracelet. We had went to this weird bar that looked really old, but I can't remember much besides her. Gloria had actually taken a keen interest in me for an odd reason. Perhaps I could see if I could contact her again.

"And you're not listening to me." Caroline suddenly said and it made me stop dead in my tracks.

"Caroline…" I started, but she interrupted.

"Don't." She snapped, stalking forward and I followed closely behind her.

"Let me explain please." I tried but she still walk forward towards her car.

"No. I gave you time, and I gave Elena time. But the only person she wants to see is Bonnie, not me. And you, I thought I could help but clearly you don't want to be helped, or you just don't want to see me." Caroline began and immediately I feel like someone had kicked me in the stomach. "If you hate me, tell me." With that Caroline climbed into her car, started it, and drove off. Leaving me in the dust.

"Shit." I sighed to myself when Caroline's car disappeared from sight. I just messed up really bad here.

"Well that was a pretty scene." Someone spoke up from behind me. I turn to see someone who looked like they climbed right off the magazine of Calvin Klein. He had amazingly bright blue eyes, black hair, and a leather jacket to die for. Basically he looked like a bad boy.

"Do you get off on watching drama unfold?" I sneered at him crossing my arms. "Watching Real Housewives would get you off a lot better." The guy raised his hands.

"Sorry." He said, not sounding like he meant it at all as one side of his lips quirked up in a smirk.

"Whatever." I went in the direction of the library.

)*(

For some reason, I had ended up in the cemetery with books sprawled all around me. When I was here last time, I had noticed a stone table, so I thought it might have been the perfect place to be alone for a while.

I had checked out books with various supernatural topics, trying to pick out something that sounded like my situation. But alas, who the hell is going to have this kind of stuff written down?

"Studying up on something?" A voice asked and I looked up to see the same brooding expression from a week prior. I close my book and gaze up at him expectantly.

"Here to take me back to your creepy lair?" I questioned instead with a sarcastic smile.

"No, but next time perhaps you will come more willingly and consciously." He replied which earned a small quirk in the lips from me. I acknowledge the small truce and turn the book I had laid on my table down.

"I'm doing some light reading." I told him and he glances at the twenty five books sprawled across the table.

"Right." He drawled out slowly as he took a seat across from me. "So have you found anything yet?"

"A big fat no." I replied then blew a piece of hair off my face with a huff.

"So for someone- uh normal like you, you seem to be taking this situation quite well." Stefan mentioned and I shrugged.

"Well I can neither confirm nor deny that I have not had a panic attack, almost three times this week." I said and he gave a small chuckle. Stefan picked up a book and thumbed through the pages, being very quiet for a moment.

"I'm the only one who knows, aren't I?" He asked, making my eyes stop skimming the words on the pages of my 4th book.

"Yeah." I confirm lowly, then look up at him. "I can handle this on my own. I don't need Nate or Mila getting worried."

"They're your parents-"

"They're not my parents." Interrupted swiftly, then sigh. "It's a long story."

"It's alright, if you don't want to share." Stefan mentioned then opened the book he skimmed through before and started to read. I blink at his ability to move on, then did the same.

)*(

"That is so wrong." Nate mumbled from beside me. I spare a glance at Mila, who sat on his other side, and roll my eyes. I was leaning on the arm of the couch, with my head in my hand. The heat from my hand was nursing the growing migraine. Perhaps it was because of my fight earlier with Caroline or just constantly trying to figure out what's wrong with me. As the day went on I progressively became more and more guilty for what happened between her and I. For some reason however, I felt as if her rant was not just about me. Maybe there was something to the blonde that I'm not seeing. I have to try and fix this, Caroline is persistent but she's a good friend, my only friend...besides Stefan I guess.

"Nate you promised you wouldn't." Mila spoke up grumpily. He scoffed and raised his hand to the TV.

"Wouldn't you be a bit peeved if the thing you lived through was not accurately portrayed to millions?" He questioned, and I gave him a strange look.

"Nate this is a cartoon." I mention, as if trying to explain to a child. "Disney created an exaggerated story to make it enjoyable."

"I know, but- I mean look." He pointed to the fictional and cartoonish depiction of Pocahontas. "She was like 15 and she actually married John Rolfe, not Smith. I mean-" Mila moved closer to Nate, and kissed him very quickly to disturb his train of thought. "Uh…"

"Lovesick fool." I mutter to myself with a smile, but Nate narrowed his eyes at me.

"I heard that young lady." Nate mentioned and I chuckled. Mila looked between us and smiled softly. All day, I've had this migraine killing me between the temples, and gradually since sitting down to watch the movie, it's gotten progressively worse. A pang of pain shot right through, causing my brows to furrow.

"Guys I think I'm gonna head up now. You adult can do whatever you adults do in your spare time." I spoke up getting up from the couch.

"But movie night just started." Mila mentioned, and I cringed again when the migraine persisted. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah fine. I just got this migraine and I going to go to bed early." I explained.

"Are you sure?" Nate asked, but I started walking away..

"Yes doctor, I'm fine." I was climbing the stairs quickly and finally locked myself into my room. I opened my vanity drawer and found some aspirin. I pop open the bottle and down a pill. Taking my sweatshirt off, I toss it aside before walking to my bed.

"Ah shit." I cursed to myself as I stop dead in my tracks. The pain began to travel all over my head, seemingly like someone was dipping my skull in acid. I place my hands on the side of my head and the world began to spin.

"Nate." I screamed…. I think. No one came. The ground started to be uneven, causing me to fall to me knees. "Nate!" I gave out a yell, and was well surprised when the lights dimmed before the bulbs bursting. However instead of complete darkness, my body illuminated making it seem as if daylight was pouring out of my room. The light went out and the door was bursted open and Nate sped to me. It was only for a moment, but there was this relief.

"Alessia, are you alright?" He grabbed my arm.

"Don't touch me!" I shouted… well I think because it sounded pretty loud to me. "I'm fine." The hand went away and the dizziness returned full force. Something's wrong… I tried to look at him without feeling like the world was spinning around me. I felt him grab my chin, and my vision slightly focused. Wow his eyes were really brown.

"Allie there's an overwhelming amount of magic in your system right now." He informed me, and I furrowed my brows.

"What?" I questioned dazed.

"You need to expel it." He explained further.

"How?"

"Cast a spell obviously." He told me and I glared at him.

"I'm not a witch." I grumbled, and he sighed.

"I can't siphon it from you. I need you to do a spell." He insisted as he helped me lower myself onto the ground.

"And I told you I'm not a witch. I just glow." I repeated.

"Well we're about to find out, aren't we?" I rolled my eyes and look at the bucket of water I had put down. I focused on the water, as I muttered incendia. Not to my surprise, nothing happened. he put a hand on my shoulder. "Try again." A surge seemed to flow through me.

"Incendia." I said lowly. I jumped back in surprise as the water in the bucket was now on fire. As soon as I felt the daze go away, I stopped focusing on the water and it extinguished. I sat there, not knowing what just happened.

)*(

"Can we leave? I'm really fine." I complained to Nate as he stood beside me in his white coat. Last night, the power went out the same time as I was having my migraine. The entire neighborhood had experienced the bursted bulbs and outage.

"Alessia you passed out after having a severe migraine." Nate mentioned looking down at his clipboard. "After your recent accident, it could have been brain hemorrhaging that we missed."

"Well now you have double and triple checked. I'm fine this time. Look." I stood up and spun around real fast. "Reflexes and all are all good." My leg lifted up. "Coordination is intact, and," I tapped my my temples. "My head no longer hurts."

"That was the most ridiculous thing I have even seen you do." Nate commented, looking stunned and I smiled at him.

"I'm fine really. I've had cramps worse than that." I mention and he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Listen stay for a couple more hours and you can leave. I just want you under observation for a little bit." Nate said and I groaned. Falling back onto the hospital bed, I stare up at the ceiling in defeat.

"Mila's still at the station, but try to get some rest Allie." Nate patted my head and then left the room. I grabbed my laptop from beside my bed and open it. Quickly I type in "incendia". After the my knockout, I had another one of those weird dreams and this time I want to try to get to the bottom of why I keep having them, ever since the accident. Maybe I needed some expert help by this point, so I searched up occult professors around the area and a familiar name popped up. Bennett. Sheila Bennett. Well at least I know that she is local. Suddenly there was a knock on the door causing me to shut my laptop because it was probably another doctor. A second later, it opened revealing someone I had not expected.

"Stefan, what are you doing here?" I asked him as he moved to one of the chairs beside me.

"I had heard you were in the hospital and I wanted to see if you were alright." He said and my lips quirked up.

"Stefan, my shining knight in armor." I swooned mockingly, causing him to chuckle. "I've said this a hundred times by this point but I am fine. I just had a really bad migraine. But-" I paused.

"What?"

"I feel like I had caused the power outage last night." I started, but didn't know how to continue.

"How would that even be possible?" Stefan questioned, and I threw my arms down.

"Hell if I know." I told him.

)*(

Hesitantly, I knocked on the door and waited on the balcony patiently. I was standing in front of Shelia Bennett's house wondering what . When I had stepped onto the property, I felt like I stepped into an electrified bubble of energy. It did not feel bad, but I felt...protected. The door opened revealing a dark old woman with curly short hair. Her presence spoke to me, as clear as day, and it was intimidating, but I stood my ground.

"Can I help you?" She said, looking me up and down.

"Um yeah, I am doing a little research on supernatural occurrences. Miss Bennett, I was wondering if we could sit down and talk." I told her and she opened her door a little wider for me to enter. I stepped through the doorway and looked around. All around there were small hints of occult items that someone wouldn't recognize if they had not been researching this for the past 2 weeks.

"Please have a seat on the couch, I will bring some tea." I walked into the living and sat down on the lone chair. On the table next to my chair, there was a picture of a family with what looked like a five year old. They looked so happy.

"So you never told me your name." Miss Bennett said and I nodded awkwardly.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm Alessia Williams, I actually live a couple blocks from here." I answered as she poured the tea.

"You going to school here?" She asked and I nodded.

"I'm going to be a junior this year at Mystic High." I told her and she handed me a cup of steamy tea.

"My granddaughter Bonnie is as well." Shelia mentioned, pouring her own cup.

"I've actually met Bonnie, so you can imagine my excitement when I had learned that her grandmother was a professor at Whitmore for the occult." I smiled and she returned a small one. "So is it safe to assume that you would know of beings that are considered supernatural?"

"Yes, it is. I know plenty about fairies, vampires, werewolves, witches," I had noticed her slight emphasis on witches and it kind of set me on edge.

"Great. Awesome." I said, then took a sip and immediately my mouth was overtaken by a floral taste. Shelia was looking at me, expectantly. "The tea is delicious." I shifted awkwardly as she continued to stare. "So uh-" I stopped when I saw noticed the tips of my fingers begin to glow a soft white light and started to panic. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Down the hallway to the right." She said. I went to get up but realized that I was glued to my seat.

"What the hell?" I muttered as I tried to raise myself. The candle on the coffee table in front of me ignited and I looked at Sheila. "You're a witch."

"Yes I am, now tell me what you really want and who you are." She demanded, and the light still progressed to be brighter and brighter.

"Did you poison me?" I questioned.

"I couldn't even if I tried, I'm afraid." She sighed, making my eyes widen at her implication. "I put greek mountain tea or formally known as Sideritis. I did not put enough to disable you so answer my questions."

"Let me go." I begged as I tried to get off my seat.

"No."

"What is your problem lady?" I spat at her.

"Tell me why you're here and I will." She offered and I furrowed my brows.

"I just wanted some questions answered. That's all I swear." I told her, bleeding as much truth into my voice as possible.

"You don't know what you are, do you?" She asked after scanning my features.

"What do you mean, 'what I am'?" I tried to calm myself but the light was spreading up my arms. The candle suddenly went out and I fell forward, out of my seat. I picked myself up and looked up at her.

"My dear, I might not be right but you are known as the Luxia." Shelia began, as I got up and stood a good distance from her. "The Luxia is the one of the most powerful witches in existence. Known to have siphonic qualities."

"Siphonic?"

"You are able to absorb magic and from what the legend tells do a sort of compulsion." She continued and I blinked.

"Compulsion, like vampires?" I stepped closer to her and the light began to dissipate.

"Not only humans, but a variety of supernatural beings as well." She explained and I gave a short nervous laugh.

"That's if I am this Luxia." I mentioned and she stood up.

"As soon as I opened that door, you bled old magic. Magic more ancient than you'll believe and more powerful than anything you'll imagine." She inputted and I swallowed. Right, not scary at all. "But I do not know much about the Luxia. She was known as the first siphon, a very powerful one at that. She only needed a kick start into magic while other siphons need a constant supply. But one thing that many people noted around her was this aura of white around her. She was known for it "

"Is there anything else? Like where did this originate? Is there anyone else out there like me?" I questioned and she shook her head. She makes it sound like there was only of one of these Luxia things.

"No one knows since every continent has their very own version of the Luxia, often confusing her for an angel at times." My lips quirked at that. "She appears every couple centuries, no one knows how. However I may know where you could get more answers."

"Where?"

"New Orleans. Magic from all over usually converges there. You might be able to find something there. Try to find Vincent Griffith and tell him a bennett sent you." She hinted and I nodded.

"Okay thank you." I went to get up but she grabbed my arm.

"Be careful down there. Not everyone there has the best intentions, and whatever you may be, you're powerful and that makes you a bigger target." She warned and I nodded again, this time unnerved.

"Thank you Ms. Bennett." I responded before quickly making my way out of the house. "Can't say it's been entirely a pleasure."

"I had to be careful, something like you strolling in this house could be deadly."

"Right." I nodded and headed to the door. As soon as I got outside, I started to run back home.

)*(

Inhaling deeply, I knock on the door several times before standing patiently. I glance back at my house behind me and debate whether I should just go back. The passing wind ruffles the bag I'm holding, and suddenly the door opens revealing an obviously exasperated blonde.

"What do you want Alessia?" Caroline crossed her arms, and immediately I'm just thinking about running back to my house. However there was a new feeling I was not used to, telling me to stay.

"I wanted to explain myself, because that's what you deserve." I told her, knowing that including her into the equation would make her bite. Caroline glanced around me for a moment, before opening the door a little wider, allowing me to come in.

"Okay, talk." She demanded and I took another deep breath.

"I will admit at first Caroline, I did not like you much." I spewed out quickly, causing her to scoff.

"I knew it." She muttered. "So if you don't like me, why bother come here?"

"Because in the end I have come to realize you are a good friend to me. I don't know what's happening between you, Bonnie, and Elena but that is not the same thing as what's happening between us." I start and take a deep breath. "Caroline, when I was growing up, I didn't have a lot of close friends. I always just kind of talked to Nate or Mila about things I had trouble with, so having a friend like you is very difficult for me."

"A friend like me?" She repeated, obviously hurt. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean a friend that actually cares." Caroline's posture deflated, and tears welled in my eyes. "I've only ever had casual friends that asked how you were doing but never really cared for the answer. When you ask, I can see that you genuinely do and it kind of scares me, because I've never actually had someone like that." I wiped a stray tear that reluctantly fell down my cheek. "So naturally I'm reclusive, because it's just a thing I've learned in my life, that family is the only one that will ever care for you. The accident, just kind of flipped me around and now I'm just trying to heal from that."

"Allie, I care about you and I'm so sorry that you ever felt like that." Caroline walked over to me and hugged me. At first, I stiffened, unused to this contact, but then I clung onto her. "Why did you never say anything?"

"I don't know. I guess I thought it wasn't worth it." Caroline pulled away and began to smile softly at me.

"If you're with me, you will never feel like that. I will literally kick anyone's ass, if they ever make you feel like that." Caroline promised, causing me to laugh. I tried to recollect what ever I had left of my dignity and looked at her questioningly.

"But what about you and other girls?" I asked, causing Caroline's smile to drop. "It seems like it's a feeling you feel too."

"Well when your best friends ditch you repeated for each other. It's hard not to feel worth it when you're friends from preschool don't want you around." Caroline voiced, tears appearing in her own eyes, and I put a hand on her shoulder.

"How about we make a deal?" I inquired and I she titled her head. "We are going to be there for each other, like they are. Except we are going to be best friends that will never do that to each other. I know I'm new and weird."

"You are a little weird." Caroline confessed and my mouth dropped jokingly. "But I love that about you. It totally made us being friends interesting."

"But we're going to be there for each other." I rolled my eyes continuing. "Always and forever."

"Okay." Caroline agreed, and we both beamed before diving in for a hug. "So I've been meaning to ask, what's in the bag?"

"Well you said that earlier that I did not listen, so here is proof that I do." I reached into the bag and brought out a copy of New Moon.

"Oh my god." She almost tore it from my hand as she began to bounce in her place. "I thought you hated Twilight."

"God I can't stand it, but if you like I guess I'll have to tough through it because I got this too." I pulled out a copy of the first movie. Caroline screamed.

"Wait before we watch it can we go back to the main street because we passed a really cute dress. Oh my god, since we're going to be best friends that means we can help each other shop for clothes." Caroline rambled and some of it was muffled due to the impaired hearing from her scream.

"Is something wrong with my clothes?" I asked her, not feeling hurt at all, just curious.

"It's cute, but maybe you could try dressing in something other than black, grey, and white." Caroline mentioned.

"That's like trying to throw away my entire wardrobe." I mused, then took a breath. "As long as I don't have to wear a dress or a skirt, fine." Caroline pouted at that.

"Maybe one dress." She tried. "Like a short tight black dress."

)*(

"You will not go through this alone Rina." I said as I grabbed her shaking hands. Her eyes still wide with tears.

"My family has banished me! How can I ever get through this? I am alone." Her accent still prominent, but her english doing very well. At least I could understand her now.

"No you have me, and I'm here and I'm staying. Do you understand me?" I urged as I squeezed her hands, trying to prove my point. "Or do I have to speak very horrible Bulgarian to you?" She gave me a small watery grin.

"No."

"Good because I wasn't going to. Now come Rina, we are leaving on the next boat." I held a hand out to her and she accepted it without hesitation.

"Where are we going?" She questioned as I moved ourselves out of the quiet forest. It was more silent than what I was comfortable with. Something was here.

"To the only place in the world where I can speak and not do charades or speak very poorly." I started as I shifted my eyes back and forth. "England."

My eyes opened and I found myself looking out the window from my bed. Every night for weeks, I have been having such weird dreams that take me to a different time. It's always the same people too, I just can't really see their faces. Well the one face I can pick out is Elena's. However, she goes by other names and it's kind of easy to pick out which one I'm with because of the time period.

Maybe this is my subconscious trying to tell me that I should talk to her. The last time I saw her was from a distance when I was at the funeral. This town his so small however, I'll bump into her again and talk about the dreaded thing.

For now, I had to focus on one thing, getting to New Orleans. I was ready to buy a ticket and book my room, but I remembered one thing, I'm only 16 years old. There was no way I could get there on my own, and we just moved so there was no taking a vacation either. It was so frustrating for some reason not being able to just get up and go, not like I could in my dreams…

Suddenly, like a God sent Caroline's number appeared on my phone.

)*(

"And you have to make sure you call every morning and and night. I mean it." Nate drilled into me again as I kept packing. After a long negotiation with mostly Mila, she convinced Nate to let me go with Caroline and her dad to New York City for a couple days. I mean I wasn't going but Caroline agreed to be my cover. She is now literally my best friend.

"I will. I promise." I repeated and Mila came in more toiletries.

"Nate, our girl is smart, because she knows that if she wants to do this again, she needs to do this right." Mila spoke up as she packed my case with me.

"Why are you packing now? The trip isn't even until tomorrow morning." Nate mentioned, and I raised a brow at him.

"He's getting empty nest syndrome, already." I chuckled and Mila did as well.

"I know, it's cute."

"You mean annoying." I corrected, then sighed. "Don't you guys have things to do other than annoy me?"

"No." They said in unison.

"Yes you do. It's friday, which means date night." I mentioned then I looked at my watch. "Which is in t-minus 3 hours and you guys still don't know what you're doing."

"Actually we were going to explore the mall a town over, and have reservations at the Cheesecake Factory." Nate said and I rolled my eyes.

"I think what she's trying to say Nate is that she wants us to go." Mila took Nate by the arm and started to pull him out of my room.

"But-" Mila interrupted him with a kiss, which made me scrunch my nose in disgust.

"Ew." I muttered as I zipped my bag closed.

A short while later, Mila and Nate had left, leaving me in the house alone. I was in the living room on the couch looking up prices for tickets to New Orleans. I had until tonight to figure out how I'm going to get there. My doorbell sounds off and I look at the door confused. Getting up, I walk over to the door then open it.

"Stefan." I greet with a small smile. He stood there in his leather jacket and dark jeans.

"Allie." He smiled and I blinked for a second.

"Not to be rude, but why are you here?" I asked and he shook his head.

"Not at all. I just wanted to know how you were doing." He explained and I nodded my head.

"Do you want to co-"

"No. I couldn't intrude." Stefan interrupted and I furrowed my brows at him.

"Oh no, you're one of those." I groaned.

"One of those?"

"The Edward Cullen vampire. Grungy and all like 'I'm a monster'." I mimic his deep tone at the last part. "You're dead dude. Get over it and get your ass in here." Stefan stood there shocked for a second.

"Well since you asked so nicely." He told me sarcastically then stepped in. "For a second you really reminded me of my best friend Lexi."

"Is she cool?" I questioned as I closed the door behind him.

"I think she is amazing."

"Well then that's all I need to know." I said proudly, causing him to chuckle. Leading us into the living room, I see Stefan glance at my set up for planning the trip.

"Did I interrupt something?" I shook my head then went over to my laptop to shut it.

"No, I'm just trying to plan a trip to New Orleans." I explained.

"You and your family?"

"No just me." I countered and he looked at me confused.

"By yourself? New Orleans isn't for someone to be going into alone." Stefan began. "Why are you going?"

"Well to find out more information about what's happening to me. There's a Vincent Griffith down there that may be able to help me get some answers." I revealed.

"And who told you that?"

I had told Stefan about my whole conversation with the Bennett witch. By the time I got to the end, he had convinced me to let him tag along because he didn't want me to go alone. However, Stefan didn't leave after that. He had actually comfortable enough to, for once, hang out.

"Your brother and his girlfriend seem to be very comfortable raising you. I can't imagine the pain you both went through when your parents passed away." Stefan mentioned and I was confused for a second before chuckling.

"Well actually funny story. Nate isn't really my brother." I started.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that he's not my brother. Nate's my adoptive father. He took me in when I was just about 5 years old." I told him, which made his eyes widen.

"Why do you tell people he's your brother?" Stefan questioned and I shrugged.

"Well when I kept growing older and he didn't, it was beginning to raise some suspicion. Nate's a vampire." If Stefan's jaw was physically able to hit the floor it would have.

"How- how is that possible?" He stuttered a little and I shrugged again because it was the only way to answer. This was not really a big thing for me.

"I mean I was raised normally. Nothing was really different despite that he's actually like 500 years old." I mentioned and he shook his head at me.

"This explains why you weren't alarmed by me being a vampire. Here I was thinking it was because you were part of a family of hunters." He paused for a second. "Is Mila a vampire as well?"

"No, she's not. Mila has been in my life since I was seven, and she knows everything too."

"I'm surprised that a relationship like that could work." Stefan commented, and for some reason it made me smile softly.

"I've never seen two people so happy to be together." I add, then punched his shoulder slightly. "Which is why you should stop with this tortured act. Happiness is for everyone, even if you have forever to find it." For a moment, we both fell into a comfortable silence, just enjoying the company. For some reason, Stefan began to glow in a different light to me. It's like the feeling when you look at something your whole life having one perspective then someone comes in and gives one opinion. It shakes your world when you see a new side to something old.

"So what happened to your actual family? Like do you know who they were?" Stefan asked and I got up.

"I want to show you something." I told him before leading him upstairs into my room. Stefan stepped in hesitantly while I went into my closet and looked for a small box. The small black box was taken out and place on my bed. I sat beside it, before opening it, revealing many small pictures and trinkets. Finding the oldest photo, I take it out and offer it to Stefan. He made his way over to my bed and sat on the other side of the box.

"You look a lot like your mother." He spoke up and I nodded. I looked at my mom's blonde curls and dark blue eyes. Her curvy figure was near identical to mine as she stood next to my tall father. He had dark brown, almost black hair, and brown eyes. I had my mom's curls but my dad's eyes. My father held me in the photo, and they both looked extremely happy.

"From what Nate told me they both died in an accident. A house had burned down and I was the only survivor." Stefan handed me back the photo, and I placed it back inside the box.

"Allie maybe you need to look a little more into your own history before anything else." Stefan brought up, before picking up another photo.

"There's nothing to look into. I've tried before. There's not much to go on if the only things you have left is all in this box. Besides, Nate told me that they were normal." I mentioned, and this weird look took a hold of Stefan's face for a second.

"So do you remember anything?"

"Some things." I began as I closed the box. "I remember being over my cousin's house a lot, and I had so many, but I only know Ollie. Allie and Ollie. We were best friends. That's it besides this really weird guy, he would always look at her so hatefully. I never understood why, but when you looked into his eyes, there was just a hollowness. But there was times when we would hang out but those times are more of a blurr." Stefan was about to say something else, but he became really still for a second.

"Your parents are home." Stefan announced. My widened eyes glanced at the clock, it was almost one in the morning. Had we really been talking for that long?

"Oh um, do you mind jumping off my balcony?" I joked, but he stood up and went towards the french door to them. "I was kidding."

"Well can't exactly walk back through the front door can I?" He countered and I chuckled.

"I suppose you're right. So should I just go to your place before we head out?" I asked as we both reached the railing.

"Yeah 9 A.M.." Stefan added then hesitated for a moment. "It was nice, being normal for once."

"Well you're the one who thinks you're not, but you seem pretty normal to me. A little too concentrated on being broody but otherwise normal." I affirm, causing a smile to grow on his face. "Now go on Romeo, we got a ride to the Big Easy tomorrow."

"Goodnight Alessia." Within in a second, he was gone, leaving me alone on the balcony.