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"This by far is the coolest high school I've ever attended." Stefan stated, taking in the wildly decorated lockers and the creative atmosphere of the building.

"Damon misses out on a lot right now," I agreed, also looking around. Stefan snorted.

"Please tell me you are kidding. He wouldn't be caught dead anywhere near all," he gestured around, "this."

"True. Besides, the man can't sing, draw or write to save his life."

"Yeah, he's all about logic. Although, you have to admit," Stefan adjusted the shoulder bag strap, "his acting is worthy of several Oskars."

I shrugged my shoulders, nodding my head in silent agreement.

"Alright, we need to get to the principal. Where do you think his office is?"

"It's her, actually."

Stefan and me span around to find a lanky skinny kid with afro looking at us curiously.

"Woah." He was practically eating me alive with his eyes peeking at me from his

glasses, and by the way Stefan shifted ever so slightly beside me I could tell he really disliked this strange kid.

I supressed my smile at that. Despite me being the oldest of the three of us, Salvatores were always so protective of me. I guess I really brought out the big brother in both of them. It was kinda cute, the way they felt the need to shield me from the danger.

Although, thinking back to the ten dead werewolves Damon tore apart and the bike gang Stefan beat up because they didn't like the way those guys were looking at me... Yeah, not so endearing now.

The weirdo in front of us raised his skinny finger and pointed at me.

"Hot!" My eyebrows rose up to my hairline by now. Stefan, realizing that kid wasn't dangerous at all, let out a chuckle. At that, the freak turned to him, and, shrugging, exclaimed another "Hot!" at Stefan.

Stefan's eyes almost bugged out of soccets and I just laughed.

"I think I overestimated the coolness of this school", my brother muttered under his breath, eyeing the freak warily.

"It's an art school, Stefan. I'm sure we'll meet a bunch of people even weirdier that Mr. Freak over here."

"I'm Sinjin!" The freak, or 'Sinjin', apparently, said, smiling creepily. "I like being weird," he whispered to me conspiratiously, trying to wink and failing miserably.

"Alright here, mister player," I was finally fed up with Sinjin at that point, and it was time he served his purpose. I inched closer to him, capturing his gaze, and as his eyes locked on mine, my pupils started dilating. Sinjin stood still, his gaze becoming empty.

"You will tell us where the principal's office is. Then you will turn away and walk from us in an opposite direction, and you will not remeber any of it," my voice was soft but firm, void of any emotion. "Do you understand?"

Sinjin nodded.

"The principal's office is on the first floor, room 35a on your left", he pointed behind us, his voice monotonous. Then he turned around and walked in a zombie fashion, still under the compulsion.

I smirked. Still got it.

"Jade."

Oh, right. I sighed and braced myself for the disapproving stare of Stefan the Saint.

"What? He was being annoying," I bit out at him, walking in the direction Sinjin pointed us to. Stefan hurried after me, his carefully shaped hair messing up from the speed.

"You know what. We don't compel people."

"No, you dont't compel people, I do it all the time," I retaliated, walking even faster.

Stefan's hand shot out and grabbed my arm, stopping me.

"Jade, you know it's not ri..."

"And why the hell not?"

"Because it's practically mind raping!" Several kids in the hallway flinched at his voice, and Stefan winced, dragging me away to a more secluded place near the bathroom doors. "Jade, look..."

"No, Stefan, you look," I interrupted him once again, before taking a deep breath. "You're right. I'm sorry." He gave me a look of surprise, no doubt awed at me giving up so easily. "I'll… tone it down, okay?" At his victorious half-smile, I growled. "Get the bloody smirk off your face, Salvatore."

"Why yes I will try to diminish it, de-ah sist-ah," Stefan replied, mocking the accent I sometimes let out.

"You're pathetic at this, you know that?"

"Yeah well, I'm not the one who was born in England and lived there for seventeen years."

"Fuck off, Stefan."


Tori realy didn't feel like going to school today.

Actually, she pretty much dreaded the day, and as the alarm went off, for the first time in her life she contemplated not getting up and playing sick. Which she was, just not physically.

The tan brunette groaned in her pillow, remembering the last night. She really should have listened to Elena and just stayed home, but no, instead she snuck out, went to a party, got drunk and then got groped by none other than Beckett Oliver, the school's most known jerk. At least she wasn't too drunk and managed to push him away before it got too far, proceeding then to frantically call her older sister Elena and sob something incohorent into the phone.

She sighed again, getting up and walking into the bathroom she shared with Elena. As Tori went through her morning routine, she thanked her lucky stars for having such a cool sister. Elena got to the party as soon as she received her call, picking her up and taking care of her the whole night. And even though she was sure she was about to get lectured on the way to school, the disapproving glances being thrown her way, Tori knew it just showed that Elena cared about her little sister.

Tori wondered what it would be like if she didn't have a sister, only her brother Jeremy. She giggled to herself. They would probably be holed up in the house all the time, him drawing away and her writing songs, with occasional social contact with the mailman. Or what if she had someone other than Elena as her sister? She could've been stuck with someone like Trina Vega. Tori shuddered at the thought, making a face at herself in the mirror.

"What got you all hot and bothered this morning?" A voice as raspy and rich as her own questioned from the door.

Tori turned her head to see Elena, clad in her pajamas, looking at her questionally, a carefully shaped eyebrow slightly lifted.

"Um, it's nothing," Tori chuckled. "Just thinking how far I would've made it if Trina Vega was my older sister instead of you."

Elena let out a little laugh at that before catching herself and frowning at the younger Gilbert sister.

"Tori, she's not that bad. It's not cool talking, or in your case, thinking trash about people behind their backs."

Tori protested as Elena stood in front of the mirror next to her: "It's not behind her back if she already knows that no one likes her!"

"Victoria."

Tori winced slightly. If Elena slipped into the full-name-calling mode, she was dead serious. God, she was such a mom sometimes.

"Alright, that was wrong of me, but you have to admit…"

"Uh-uh!" Elena raised her finger, pointing at Tori's face, interrupting her.

"B-but…"

"Nope."

"But 'Lena…"

"Nuh-uh!"

Tori huffed at her.

"Fine! No more bad word about Trina Vega." At Elena's look, she continued. "Or other people, for that matter."

Elena chuckled before turning to the mirror. Tori observed their reflection. Sometimes, despite their two-year age difference, people confused them for twins, and right now, Tori could really understand those people. The were almost the same height, with Elena being a bit taller. Same caramel skin, same chestnust soft hair that cascaded down their tan shoulders. As Elena lifted her head up, Tori was greeted with doe-like deep chocolate eyes, identical to her own. Maybe they really were twins, but Elena just turned out to be too smart and skipped two grades, and their parents decided to lie about her age so she wouldn't feel like a freak? Wow, that's an idiotic thing to think. Tori shook her head slightly at her absurd thoughts.

Elena put her toothbrush down and gave Tori a half-smile that was famous for driving all the boys at school crazy and usually got her out of all the troubles. Not that she was in trouble often. Elena was a poster girl for a perfect daughter, good grades, talent, and sweet nice boys for boyfriends.

Meanwhile, Tori was busy breaking rules and slutting around at parties.

The younger brunette sighed before turning to the mirror once again. She probably should cut herself some slack. It wasn't like it happened on a regular basis, so it wasn't like she would turn into one of these awful girls who partied their life away. Or… Lane, the school counselor, always said that it always started that way. It's just one drink, no harm. It's just one cigarette, no harm. And then boom, you're pregnant at sixteen, your parents are kicking you out, you live on the street and you're a drug addict. Oh God, she wasn't ready for something like that! What was she going to do now? What if…

"You're freaking out," Elena stated calmly, watching Tori with amused expression.

"I'm sorry, okay!" Tori exploded, the fear evident on her face. "I wasn't going to sneak out last night, it's just, I don't know, I wanted to see what the fuss was about, and I know you told me I shouldn't go to Beck's house, but I didn't listen and I'm so sorry, and I don't want to end up on the street doing drugs, but…"

"Hey, calm down!" Elena placed her hands on her litlle sister's shoulders, clearly surpressing her laughter. "No one is being kicked out, and no one is doing drugs. Breathe, Tori."

Tori slowly breathed in and out, getting her breath under control. Elena smiled at her before continuing:

"So you snuck out for a party. It's alright, you're sixteen. When I was sixteen I snuck out all the time."

Tori snorted, not believing her, until she saw the look on Elena's face.

"No way… You little chiz! I never would've guessed!"

"Yeah well, being best friends with Calorine-the-life-of-the-party-Forbes certainly has its perks." Elena turned to leave, throwing her a wink over her shoulder. "The only difference between bad girls and good girls is that good girls don't get caught, little sister."

Tori snickered and hanged the towel back. As she prepared to leave, the door on Elena's side of the bathroom opened, and Elena peeked through the opening, half of her body visible.

"Or, and Tori?"

"Yeah?"

"If Trina Vega was my sister, I'd probably drown her in a bathtub." With another wink, Elena was gone.

Tori smiled and went to start her preparation for the day. It was turning out to be pretty awesome, after all.


"Hiiiiii!"

Tori smiled in spite of herself. Cat was hyper as usual, bouncing on her feet slightly as she skipped to them on the parking lot.

"Oh hey, Cat," Elena greeted her as she got out of the car from the driver's side, taking out her bag. "How are yo-umph!"

"I'm assuming our dear sister is being smashed by the red hurricane named Cat?" Jeremy Gilbert asked, amused, as he to gout out of the Elena's car.

"Careful, Jer, we're next," Tori mockingly warned him. And, sure enough, a second later she got an armful of Cat Valentine. She locked her chocolate eyes on her sister's ones, silently pleading for help. Elena smirked.

"Nope. I'm not helping you with your clearly sugar-overdosed friend, so you're on your own."

Tori was released as violently as she was hugged, the redhead spinning around so fast Tori was amazed she didn't knock herself over.

"What's that supposed to mean?!"

Elena was spotting the deer-caught-in-headlights expression, her eyes wide as she looked at Tori and Jeremy helplessly. Now it was Tori's turn to smirk. Elena scowled at her before turning her attention to Cat who was still fuming.

"Nothing, sweetheart, I was just wondering if you had those Atomic Velvet cupcakes for breakfast."

"Oh, yes, I love those!" Cat brightly smiled and jumped a little, giggling to herself. "Wow, my hair looks super red today," she observed, a lock of hair in her hand.

Tori groaned quietly. Atomic cupcakes had twice the amount of sugar as Red Velvet cupcakes, and that meant dealing with extremely hyper Cat for the rest of the day and making sure she didn't sugar-crushed in the janitor's closet. Again. Yeah, don't ask.

"Whoa, someone can actually eat those things? Last time I tried, I soiled myself from both ends of my body." Jeremy stated, looking at Cat with the mixture of fear and awe in his eyes.

"Charming, Jeremy," Elena dryly remarked. "We need to get a move on if we want to make it to the first period, so let's go."

"Oh yay, Jeremy is here!"

"No-no-no, Cat, wait, I think I pulled a muscle yester-umph!"

"No one escapes the red hurricane, Jer. No one." Tori said laughingly as she passed Jeremy and a giggling Cat with Elena.

"Dang it! Tori! 'Lena! Uh… Cat… Can't… Breathe…"

Tori sincerely hoped Jeremy made it to school, but the sound of Cat's crystal laugh told her that was a vain hope.


"Your hair smells exrta nice today."

Tori jumped a foot in the air, startled, before she turned to find Sinjin there. Of course.

"How many times do I have to say 'cut it out' before you stop sniffing me!" She hissed at him, embarassed at being scared like that.

"Uh, I'm not gonna stop," he said in a deadpan fashion before leaving, an air of werdness around him. Tori just shook her head, scowling.

"That kid is so weird." The youngest Gilbert looked over her shoulder, the sight of her sister pressed against the locker greeting her.

"What is it with people sneaking up on me today?" Tori asked rhetorically, spinning the combination on her locker. She chewed her lip, gatering in her memory just which books she needed for today. Elena stood beside her, watching her silently.

"You're staring, and it's creepy," Tori glanced at her sister.

"I just wanted to know if you were okay," Elena said softly, touching her sister's arm. "So, are you okay?"

"I… I don't know," Tori ran her hand through her hair, nervous. "I haven't seen Beck yet, so the humilation part of the day hasn't really started." Elena chuckled at that, her dark eyes on Tori's face. "But… overall, I am. The only thing that bugged me since you picked me up from that awful night was your reaction to it, and, well, since our morning talk, I'm all good."

"Alright. By the way, have you seen Andre? I can't find Bonnie, she hasn't been returning my calls all morning."

"No, but I have the next period with him," Tori looked past Elena's shoulder and caught a glimpse of Andre walking to them. "Speak of the devil. Hey Andre!"

The dark-skinned musician grinned widely and skipped to the Gilbert sisters, a spring in his step.

"Hey hey hey! How are my favourite Latinas doing this fine afternoon?"

"You know we are only half-Latinas, right?" Elena smiled at him before pecking his cheek. "Hi. Did Bonnie spend the night at yours? I can't find her all day."

"Nope," Andre shook his head and leaned over to greet Tori in the same fashion as Elena. "As far as I know, my favourite cousin was at Grams last night. She probably overslept, you know how she gets sometimes."

"Yeah, she's also your only cousin, so the 'favorite' part kinda falls out here," Tori nudged him with her shoulder.

"No, Cat, I will not give you any candy!"

"But Boniiieee…"

The Gilberts and Andre looked in the direction the voices were coming from, revealing a tired-looking dark-skinned girl Elena's age and pityful Cat walking behind her.

"Looks like you found her, 'Lena," Andre said to the older brunette, his wary eyes on Cat. "Hey Lil'Red, how are you?"

"Your cousin is being mean to me!" Cat pouted.

"Uh… Okay, c'mon, let's get yo some nice sandwich, waddaya say?" Andre gently took Cat's elbow, tugging her to the café, but not before throwing an apologetic smile to the girls.

"Oh God," the newcomer girl groaned and rubbed her temples. "I didn't get much sleep last night again, and now I overslept the first period. Great, just great!"

Elena and Tori shared a look full of concern.

"Why didn't you, Bonnie?" Elena looked around and dropped her voice to the whisper: "Are you… having episodes again?"

"Something like that," Bonnie sighed. "I…" she stopped suddenly, seemingly only noticing Tori standing there. "Oh, hey Tori. How, um, how are you?"

"I'm great and just about to leave," Tori smiled at friends in understanding.

"No, Tori you don't have to," Bonnie grabbed her arm. "I'm serious," she said with a small laugh as Tori raised her eyebrows. "Stay. It's nothing. I'm cool, really."

Tori smiled back at her. However, she still felt a bit awkward. Even though Elena was the best sister she could've had, they both had different friends, and Elena's best friends, Bonnie and Caroline also treated her like a little sister. And that was the thing: she didn't want to be babied. Sure, she was just Elena Gilbert's kid sis, but she felt there was much more to her than that. With her own friends, she felt more… adult.

"Hey, look," Tori was brought out of her thoughts by Bonnie whispering excitedly. "Who is the hottie that just walked in?"

Tori looked back to the school entrance to find a tall guy looking around in awe, a girl a bit taller than Tori beside him.

"I don't know.. I haven't seen them around much." Elena frowned. "That's odd. It's the middle of semester, so it's doubtful someone was transferred."

"Well, maybe they got in like I did?" Tori suggested, her eyes trained on the girl that stood near the mysterious guy. Well, the girl was even more mysterious than him, with her dark clothes and brunette curls framing her pale face. The guy said something to her, and she nodded at that. The guy was also fairly pale, his hair a shade lighter than the girl's and shaped up. From the distance she couldn't really see what color their eyes were, but she could see a very sight resemblance. They could be siblings, she thought.

"Yeah right," Bonnie scoffed. "If they are anything like you, we would've heard about them transferring here."

Tori blushed at that, her eyes finding Elena, seeking her help, but her older sister just beamed with pride at Bonnie's words.

"That's true. Everyone still remembers the showcase. That was really awesome, and to think it happened thanks to Trina Vega and her strange infatuation with suspicious voice-enhansing products."

"Oh my God, that's right! If it wasn't for Andre getting stuck with that gank for the showcase and Tori having to help him out, who knows what would've happened," Bonnie said with a laugh.

"She would've gotten in anyway," Elena shrugged, smiling. "I would've ended up dragging her to the audition myself."

"Uh-oh," Bonnie muttered. "Look."

The Gilberts went back to observing the scene, and Sinjin just added himself to the equation.

"Woah. I think this guy is about to beat him up with the way he's all tensed up," Bonnie whispered. "That's hot!"

"Dude!" Elena exclaimed in a whisper, nudging Bonnie. "Since when are you such a horndog?"

"I'm not, I'm just appreciating a bit of sexiness in men," Bonnie batted her eyelashes at Elena with a faux innocence.

"Right," Elena muttered under her breath.

Just then, the girl slowly advanced on Sinjin, as if she was going to pounce on him. Tori felt her breath hitch in her throat as her eyes took the girl in, her strong back clad in a black shirt, her long legs going on forever and her... What was wrong with her?!

Tori slightly widened her eyes as she realized she just shamelessly checked this girl out. Whoa. Is she…? Nah. She's not… Right?

As Tori stood there debating her sexuality and newfound fondness of female body parts, the girl stopped, somehow catching Sinjin in trance. Tori observed the way he suddenly stood still, his face becoming an emotionless mask.

What was happening?

"Guys, guys, look," she impatiently threw over her shoulder, interrrupting one of Elena and Bonnie's banters about boyfriends and the way the lack of said boyfriends was affecting Bonnie. "Is it me or Sinjin looks… weirder than usual?"

The girls grew quiet, watching the interaction between Sinjin and a mysterious pair. They saw Sinjin saying something blankly and then without another word turning and leaving.

"Woah," Bonnie whispered in awe. "What did those two do?"

"It wasn't them," Tori replied, just as transfixed. "It was the girl. I think… It looked like she hypnotized him or something."

"Do you think she could be…" Elena trailed off, her eyes growing uncertain as gave Elena a quick glance and returned to Bonnie. "If she's kinda… like you?"

Bonnie nervously looked around, also stealing a quick glance at Tori and turning to Elena again. "I don't know, but I think it's worth checking out."

"Wait," Tori looked between Bonnie and her sister. "What do you mean like you?"

"Um… " Bonnie visibly debated something.

"Bonnie, you don't have to tell her, if you're not ready," Elena said worryingly.

"No. No, it's alright. I was waiting for an opportunity to tell her, and now it's here." The green-eyed girl took a deep breath, checked the hallway to find it empty, and looked back at Tori. "I trust her."

Elena nodded.

"Okay, look," Bonnie inched a bit closer to Tori. "You know my Grandma, right?"

"Which one, the one who's crazy or the one who likes a lot of wine?" Tori questioned, trying to lighten up the mood.

"The one with the wine," Bonnie dismissed her joke impatiently, her green eyes serious. "She says that Bennets, our family, came from Salem. And our ancestors were…"

"…The Salem witches," Tori finished for her. "So, what, you trying to say you're a witch?"

Bonnie gave her a quick nod.

"Come on," Tori drawled, her smile growing. Bonnie and Elena just continued staring at her, their expressions serious. "Wait, you're not yanking my chain?"

"No, she's not," Elena said, exchanging glances with the dark-skinned girl. "I've seen it myself. She can do some stuff."

"What… what stuff?" Tori asked curiously. Bonnie shrugged and suddenly looked up at the open locker behind the younger brunette. The door closed with a loud sound, and Tori almost jumped.

"Woah…" She touched her locker, running fingers along the words 'Make It Shine'. "You did this?"

"Yep. And about to do," Bonnie concentrated, closing her eyes, "this."

'Make It Shine' writing on the locker turned up by itself, its light seemingly brighter than before.

"Holy crap!" Tori exclaimed, ignoring the look Elena gave her at her curse. "That's super cool! How did you do that?!"

Bonnie tugged on her arm to get her to quiet down.

"I have no other explanation than magic. But Tori, you can't tell anyone. Even Cat." Bonnie seemed thoughtful for the moment. "Wait, especially Cat."

"Oh yeah. Last night, when Tori called so I could pick her up from the party, Cat took the phone and I listened to her going on about random things she saw around her for ten minutes before I could get her to tell me the address." Elena stated, clearly still in disbelief. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore the girl, but she has her moments."

The unique bell of Hollywood Arts prevented Tori from asking anything else, and she got her backpack from the floor, turning to leave for Sikowitz's acting class.

She passed the entrance and thought back to the mystery girl form earlier. Was she also a… a witch? And would Tori see her again?

As she hurried to the class, it completely escaped her notice that she didn't give a second thought to the handsome guy that was with the brunette girl.


I never particularly liked acting. Singing was more my kind of scene, but beggars can't be choosers, so there I stood in front of the room 101, "Improv" with Sikowitz on my schedule. I opened the door and sipped at my coffee, reveling in the way the hot liquid scalded my tounge and the burns healed immediately, pain quick and barely noticable.

Whoever said that being alive is great clearly hadn't experienced the wonders of vampire healing.

As I mused to myself, someone skinny, tan and warm slamed into me, making me spil the scalding drink all over my chest. My eyes widened at the way my pale skin got red and burnt, and I chastited myself for not picking a more modest shirt this morning. Shoud've listened to a grumbling Damon this morning.

I just hoped that this girl hadn't noticed the damage on my skin.

"Oh my God I'm so sorry! Oh no no no, your skin, it's gonna scar if we don't treat it, I'm so sorry!"

Well, there went my hopes. I gritted my teeth, thinking back to the promise I made to Stefan. I wasn't here even for an hour, and already I am forced to use compulsion on another person. Fucking great.

"Look at me," I said firmly. The freaking out girl stopped her flailing around and lifted her eyes at me, looking horrified. She was pretty, with her flawless naturally tan skin, big chocolate eyes and perfect cheekbones. She looked a bit Spanish to me, and if it wasn't for a completely petrified look on her face, I would call her beautiful.

My pupils dilated as I once again worked my mind control on a human being.

"Calm down. Nothing happened. You didn't do anything, now get away from me," I coldly stated, never breaking her eye contact.

"What?! I just completely damaged thirty percent of skin on your body!" Alright, now that the crisis is averted, I… Wait. What the hell?!

The compulsion didn't work on her.

I observed her, inhaling the air. She didn't smell like vervain, the herb that acted as a shield from vampires, so that wasn't the thing that protected her from me.

She wasn't taking or wearing vervain, and my compulsion didn't work on her.

"What just was that? That thing with your eyes? They went a bit… weird, like the pupils were moving or something…" She trailed off, her eyes falling to my chest and widening. "Yo-your chest, it's… it's healed! But how? I saw, I saw with my own eyes as coffee burned you!"

Before she could've made a big scene, I grabbed her elbow and dragged her to the end of the classroom.

"Look," I hissed, my eyes on her once again, "Just drop it, okay? I have a weird quirk where I'm easily irritated when people are all up in my business, and you really don't want to cross me, little miss sunshine. Got it?" I might not be able to compel this girl for whatever reason, but I was perfectly in shape to intimidate her.

She gulped, her eyes filling with slight fear instead of disbelief, and I inwardly smirked.

"Do you understand?" I asked in the gankiest manner possible, my gaze cold.

"Y-yes, I understand. I'm really sorry." She whispered, looking in my eyes a bit too long for my liking. At the point where her staring was beginning to be considered really uncomfartable, I growled: "You done eye-fucking me, princess?"

She immediately averted her gaze, her face instantly going scarlet, and if I didn't witness it with my own eyes, I never would've belived someone could turn this red in a matter of seconds.

"I-I wasn't, I mean, that, I-I just…"

I just gave her a smug smile, watching as she stumbled over her words. Woah, if she turned a bit redder, her head was going to explode.

I would love wintessing that.

"Fire, there is a fire in the building!" A balding middle-aged man without shoes suddenly ran into the classroom, panic in his voice. "Quick, everyone, escape through the window!"

Everyone scuttered around and I inwardly groaned. Maybe coming back to LA wasn't such a good idea.

"Calm down, teenagers!" The man now stood on a little scene in the classroom front, smiling. "There is no fire."

"Well why did you say there was fire?!" She-Who-Cannot-Be-Compelled asked exasperatedly, throwing her arms in the air. Geez, what a drama queen. Although, she did have a point. Not that I would admit that to her. I had a weird feeling about the girl the instant the coffee temperature hit me on my chest. She was not an ordinary human, that was for sure.

"Because, Tori, I needed all of you awake and ready for the lesson, so," the man, Sikowitz, as I assumed, tapped her nose, "I perked you all up."

"Now," the crazy teacher got up on the scene again, "I need to announce a new student. Is," he took out a note and concentrated on it, "Jade Salvatore here?"

"That would be me," I called out from the last row and immediately was weirded out by the way everyone simultaneously turned around in their seat and looked expectantly at me.

"Aha!" Sikowitz exclaimed. "Alright, Jade, to the scene! Introduce us with a little bit of acting action! Now, you will be portraying…"

As Sikowitz went on, I concentrated on Tori again, sniffing the air and trying to identify her. And then I felt it.

The disgusting smell of a wet dog reached my nostrils, and I barely caught myself from exposing my fangs.

Werewolf.


"Werewolf?" Stefan asked again, frowning. "In LA?"

It was lunch time, and I met with him at the parking lot after I texted him to meet me there asap.

"It's not that hard to believe, Stefan," I snapped at him, looking around to make sure Tori wasn't around. Wolfes have about the same senses as us, and I couldn't risk her hearing our conversation.

"But do you know for sure?"

"I tried to compel her, and I failed, I've never compeled a wolf before, so I'm just going to go ahead and assume werewolves cannot be compelled, I sniffed around the classrom and I caught a wolf's scent in the air, what more do you need?" I bitingly replied, irritated. Stefan sighed.

"Your accent is showing again."

"When then quit pissing me off, brother!" I hissed.

"Okay, be calm now," he raised his hands in a non-threatining manner. "I know that it makes sense, but we need to be absolutely sure before doing something drastic."

"Oh, I'm all about making sure," I reached into my bag and took out a small glass bottle with yellowish liquid inside. "Some grounded aconyte with water for lunch, Steffy?"

He widened his eyes at me: "Wolf's bane? You carry it around?"

"You can never be too prepared," I echoed my own words at him from twenty years ago. "That's why I make you and your brother drink vervain so you two will grow immune to it, that's why we have another set of daywalking rings around, and that's why this, along with other things," I held up a bottle to the eye level, "is in my purse."

"So what's the plan?" Stefan asked warily, looking at the bottle. Aconyte was just as poisonous to vampires as the vervain, with only one difference: only the vervain protected people from our compulsion. Other effects were the same, it burned our skin, and it weakened us when digested. That was why I also took our a pair of medical gloves.

"Oh, the plan is genious in its simplicity. I am going to feed the bane to the wolf at lunch, and when she reveales herself," I smirked evily, "I am going to eat her."