Jeremy stumbled into the old Salvator boarding house, dragging himself up the stairs into his room. He still felt like a stranger, almost like a prisoner in a place that he is forced to call home. The sketchpad on his bed was open to a werewolf turning, he sat down against the bedpost and opened his phone, he saw all the names and numbers of those he lost, the most recent being Bonnie.

Silas knocked on Jeremy's door, and entered without permission, he grinned at the young Jeremy, every instinct telling him to rip his head off, but playing the role of Stefan means no killing. "I wanted to apologize for class earlier, I was just trying to make it so the rest of the students didn't think I was a pushover."

"It's whatever, I mean you are the teacher, so you make the rules, "Jeremy shrugged, putting his backpack at the end of the bed.

"I wanted to ask you how you knew that girl in class today, the redhead," Silas questioned, taking a step closer to Jeremy.

"Just met her today, her name is Evangeline, new to town, I went to the Grill with her today before Elena told me to go home and scared her away, " he growled, rolling his soft brown eyes.

"Did she say where she moved to?" He pressed, needing to know why she was here, and what she was planning on doing with Jeremy.

Jeremy's eyebrows furrowed, he didn't really understand why Stefan was asking all these questions, but then the realization hit him like a ton of bricks, "she isn't human is she?"

"No. Did she say where she is living?" Silas muttered, his patience growing thin, he needed to talk to her, force her to leave."

"She didn't say," Jeremy sighed, he understood why he was drawn to her, it was the hunter in him, needing to kill her.

"Well goodnight Jer," Silas hissed, leaving Jeremy's room quickly, slamming the door behind him. Evangeline must of sensed that his tomb was opened, and he was released, he was her first drop of blood as a hybrid, which connected them on a spiritual level. No doubt she would want revenge, he tried to kill her along with Qetsyiah, being the only immortal being, and the strongest supernatural creature to walk to Earth. The door to his room was shut, curious, being Silas was sure he had shut it. He opened the door quickly, seeing everything in the room in it's place. No pillows were overturned, no papers on the desk, but something wasn't right about the room. With a quick turn he knew immediately what was gone, a necklace with a dark purple jewel with the hybrid mark on it. She was here, she found her trinket, and took it. Silas threw a lamp across the room, it shattering into multiple pieces.

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Evangeline held the purple pendant, she smiled brightly as it fell just in-between her breasts, just like it had many years ago, when Silas had taken it from her. The mandolin in the case at the door of the room beaconed to her. Her fingers found the frets, and music soon came to follow. She began to sing, at first quietly, as if there was a child sleeping, but soon the angelic sound coming from her vocal chords became louder, loud enough to have the man staying in room 112 to bang on the wall telling her to, shut the fuck up, or he'll come over there and give her a piece of his mind! The thought of taunting him, luring him over into her room crossed her mind multiple times, but she wouldn't draw attention to herself, not since she just moved to this god forsaken town.

Placing the mandolin back into it's case, Evangeline sat down on the bed and opened the book she just bought from the store across from the Grill, while she was waiting on Jeremy, "The Great Gatsby," she muttered out loud, a large grin settled on his face. F. Scott Fitzgerald was a friend of her's and he dedicated this book to her, not with her real name, of course the name she had given him. Her eyes scanned the page, taking in every word, every conflict. Oh how simple life would be without this whole immortal business, and especially without the whole hybrid dolppleganger business.

Finishing the first two chapters, she placed the book lightly on the bedside table, pulling a blood bag out of the mini-fridge. As she drank the blood she heard the man next door yelling at the person above him, she chuckled at his ignorance and laid down in her bed, throwing the empty bag into the trash bin, she set the alarm twenty minutes earlier than before, so she wouldn't be late, pulling the musty motel covers over her body she laid back, and soon fell asleep.