A/N: Okay, some of you were asking to know more about Hayden, so that kind of prompted me to write a chapter about Hayden. Heh. A big thank you to everyone who's reviewed, favorited and followed the story. Anyway, I hope you guys like it. Stay awesome.

These memories are like a stain – like a stain.

And it's branded on my brain.

Oh, why won't it fade away – fade away?

'Cause every stranger has your face.

And if I didn't know my name, it's okay.

Girl, as long as you're erased. 'Cause I just can't get over it.

If only I could wake up and not breathe ya.

I wanna know how it feels not to need ya.

I wish that I could forget you – could forget you.

And wake up – and wake up – and wake up with amnesia.

Amnesia – Guy Sebastian

It was in the First Century – that's what it is now called – when he had met the Original Petrova doppelgänger. Hayden's name had been different then. It had to be. To fit the era and the place to which he had travelled. He had changed his name quite a bit over the years. More than most would believe to be necessary.

But, his names changed as did his lives. He had been many things over the years. Partook in many studies and learned everything he could as the years fluttered by like calendar pages. He'd been ready to leave behind Greece and all that came with it. But then, when he saw her, dressed in a brightly colored péplos, – a color that would now be called mauve – and a shawl wrapped around her face and shoulder to hide her delicate features, he knew he couldn't leave.

Amara. The first Petrova doppelgänger. Hayden knew that under the shawl she'd be breathtaking. But handmaidens aren't meant to be prettier than the women they serve. Which is why their faces are hidden beneath wrappings and fabrics. When he saw her, he'd immediately made his way to her, making a beeline and slipping through crowds of other humans.

He found himself fascinated with her. Hayden reached her and stepped in front of her, startling the young woman. Slowly, he'd unwound the shawl, exposing her olive skin and exquisite features. Hayden slowly traced his fingertips over her cheek and jawline, enraptured. It was the closest that he'd come to feeling love.

Hayden's oceanic optics had roamed the plains of Amara's face before he'd asked for her name. He'd thought her name was lovely. Befitting of her beauty. And it wasn't long before they'd begun meeting by the waterside. It was only after a month of this that she had allowed him to kiss her.

Hayden had longed for the contact the way drowning men longed for oxygen. And when his lips touched hers, she'd gasped, but allowed his lips to move against hers. Amara had placed her hands on his cheeks in a manner that clearly spoke of her uncertainty.

Hayden broke the kiss gently and gazed down at her, drinking in her amber hues, his eyes gazing at the brown stands that weave together to form the irises that he had found so beautiful. "I love you," Amara said, her words flooded with warmth. Hayden had been at a loss.

He'd never experienced love or the other emotions that humans claimed to feel. His lips parted but no sound escaped them as hurt filled Amara's beautiful face, "Do you not love me?" She asked, her lips trembling. Finally, Hayden forced his vocal cords to function again.

He nodded and said, "I do. I love you with every fiber of my being." Amara relaxed and smiled at him. That smile that struck him like a quiver of arrows being fired into his heart. She tipped her head back, exposing her throat to him and he sunk his elongated canines into her throat, blood spilling into his mouth as Amara moaned with contentment.

Hayden bolted upright, a cold sweat soaking into his hair. He panted softly like a racehorse that had run its laps and clenched his jaw, snarling out, "What in god's name was that?" "Are you alright?" Katherine sat up next to him, pressing her lips to his shoulder as she wrapped her arms around him.

Hayden shoved her aside and kicked off the sheets and duvet before storming across the room, "Don't touch me." Katherine huffed and threw her hair over her shoulder before gazing up at the ceiling, snapping bitterly, "You offer me a place to stay, your bed and your safety, but you won't let me touch you?"

She shoved the blankets back and stood, folding her arms, the straps of her purple chemise nightgown she wore slipping down her arms. Hayden supposed the stance the younger vampire took was meant to be appealing or seductive to him in some way. Maybe elicit an impassioned response from him.

But, he'd given up on such feelings long ago. Now, he felt sick. Not nauseated. But, sick in a weakened way. A sinking feeling that sunk to his bones and made him sweat and shake. "Leave it be, Katherine." He replied just as sharply.

"No!" Katherine's voice rose to an unpleasant level that made Hayden grind his teeth, "You don't want to touch me. You just push me around. I don't need this! Especially not from you!" She began to stalk past him but he moved so quickly that not even she – with her heightened vampire senses – could see him.

He gripped her by her upper arms and flung her onto the bed and leapt on her. "You want me to touch you?" Hayden ground out, his voice an unearthly growl as his eyeteeth lengthened and sharpened, "I'll touch you!" He darted forward and sunk his fangs into the silken flesh of her throat.

Katherine uttered a pained cry before she relaxed, his mouth moving along her throat in a way that made her body hum. Her blunt, human teeth sunk into her lower lip, biting back a moan of ecstasy before her fingers wove through his hair, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lip.

Caroline awoke to the sound of clattering and chatter. She shifted on her bed before sitting up. She could make out Damon and Stefan's voices over the clang of metal on metal and clack of wood on wood. What the hell? She thought, pushing the blankets back and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.

Her feet hit the floor lightly and she tiptoed to the door, pulling it open soundlessly and made her way to the staircase. She peered over the edge of the banister, watching as Damon and Stefan bustled around the room and busied themselves with a variety of wicked looking weapons.

"What on God's green earth are you two doing?" At the sound of her voice, Stefan jumped as though he were scalded and pitched the item he was holding into the air. Caroline let out a tinkling laugh as Damon caught the projectile and both Salvatores turned to face her.

But Caroline had bolted downstairs and now stood before the table of weapons. "You're going to kill him?" She asked, baffled. "No." Stefan stammered. "Yes," Damon said, glowering at his younger brother. Caroline picked up what appeared to be a homemade and jerry-rigged flamethrower.

"And you're going to set him on fire?" She said in disbelief, "Isn't that overkill?" Damon simply shrugged, "Only if everything else doesn't work." He plucked the flamethrower from her hands.

Hayden pulled on a clean and pressed shirt, buttoning it and smoothing the sleeves and collar. He cast an indifferent glance at the unconscious girl on his bed. Katherine was sleeping peacefully, her auburn locks fanned out on the white satin pillow.

With her head turned to the side, the dark red stain on her throat marked the place where Hayden had bitten her. He shouldn't have done that. He knew it. There were several things he shouldn't have done that morning. But, he did them anyway. He inwardly cursed his loss of control.

He shouldn't have let Katherine coax a response from him as easily as he did. But the dream he'd had had shaken him. It wasn't just any dream he'd had. It was a memory. Of her. The one and only Petrova girl.

The one who'd shown him that the Petrova women were nothing more than serpents hidden in the garden. Hayden pulled on his boots slowly and grabbed his jacket, casting Katherine one last glance, his jaw set. She smiled in her sleep, shifting on the bed as Hayden's lip curled in disdain.

He turned and walked from the room and made his way out of the mansion. He slid on a pair of sunglasses as he made his way to his car, a sleek black beast, crouched low in his driveway. With a simple action, the car's driver side door opened, tipping forward.

Hayden swung his tall form into the car, leaning back in the seat. Another action had the car purring to life like an obedient pet. The door lowered and sealed him in. He'd prepared to shift gears and urge the car forward when he'd heard a familiar laugh.

He spun in his seat and searched, hearing her voice, calling him by his old name. He said lowly, "Sorry, luv. I can't hear you." Hayden switched on the car radio, "Hang On" by Seether blaring out of the speakers before he sped away.

The car flew down the road, responding to his slightest touch. Hayden added pressure on the pedal until the speedometer needle tilted to the right so far it almost broke. The car wove between the cars on the road at his guidance.

He'd slowed when he reached the school's parking lot and guided the car into a space. Hayden moved to turn off the engine and froze. A young woman in a mauve péplos and shawl was standing in the crowd of teenagers. She stared at him in obvious despair.

A thump at his window startled him, his canines sharpening and his muscles coiling to attack before he raised his eyes to see a teenager at the window. The boy eyed the car with admiration. Hayden breathed out, his fangs receding and his posture relaxing.

He opened the door and tilted his head, his brow rising in silent question. "Is this the Lamborghini Aventador?" The boy gushed. "Yes," Hayden nodded, "It is." The boy spun and faced a group of teenagers and shouted, "I told you!" He looked at Hayden and nodded, "Nice car, Mr. Michaelson." He sprinted towards his friends.

Hayden emitted an indulgent chuckle, a slight grin creeping onto his features before he turned away, his charade dropping. His aquatic orbs scanned the crowd for the girl he'd seen, but she was nowhere to be found. He allowed his Power to unfurl and sent out a searching thought, Amara, is it you? Do you still haunt me after all this time? He grabbed his jacket and slung it over his shoulder as he strolled into the school building.

"That car is a sex machine." Bonnie said, eyeing the black car that pulled into the parking lot. Caroline and Elena swiveled to see what she was talking about. Caroline groaned inwardly when their substitute history teacher stepped out of the car and said to Bonnie and Elena, "Actually, it's a death machine. Get a new theme, Bonnie."

Bonnie cast Caroline a surprised glance, saying loftily, "Careful, Care. Someone might think you have the hots for our new sub." Caroline burst out laughing, "Yeah. In an alternate universe where our sub is Chris Evans." She watched as he seemed to be searching the parking lot and grounds for someone.

Or something. The little voice chimed. Finally, he walked inside. Caroline walked to the school, hearing Bonnie say, "But seriously. That car just oozes sex." Elena laughed softly before turning to glance at Caroline, who was chewing on her lower lip, lost in thought.

Hayden strolled down the hallway, his Power emanating from him, searching everyone he passed for that familiar aura and the spicy-sweet scent of cinnamon, ginger and vanilla. But, he couldn't find it. I must be losing my sanity. After all these years. He thought in a nearly resigned way.

He strolled towards the history classroom, halting when a firm hand gripped his elbow. He turned to face Klaus, boredom etched into his features. "Hello, Niklaus." The Hybrid stared at Hayden, his features shifting between confusion, anger and wonder.

"You're a vampire." Klaus said. "But, unlike any I have encountered." Hayden's lips curled as he spoke, "Of course not. I'm unlike anything you've ever seen."

Caroline stepped into the hallway, seeing her substitute teachers gripping each other as though they wished to tear at each other's throat. Animalistic and angry. She gulped and her eyes flitted to Elena and Bonnie, seeing them stare at the two, stunned.

"Can you hear what they're saying?" Elena muttered to her. But, Caroline couldn't. The two men were speaking so quietly and everyone milling about, talking, laughing, slamming lockers shut and their footsteps drowned out anything Caroline might've heard.

She watched as the history teacher brushed away Klaus's hand as easily as he might have brushed away a clump of lint. The Hybrid's eyes widened in something akin to shock as the other man smiled in a cavalier manner.

The substitute patted Klaus's shoulder in such a patronizing way that Caroline marveled at the Hybrid's restraint. She would have leapt on him and done something violent upon his person. Violent,eh? The little voice sneered. Shut up, Caroline snapped inwardly as both teachers parted ways, the History teacher strolling to his classroom, smug as ever.

Hayden's glacial oculars skimmed over his students, still searching. He needed assurance. Not that she was alive. But that she wasn't. He cursed the woman. Loathed her with every cell of his being. His very essence seethed and seeped hate for the bloody woman and her entire accursed bloodline.

His hands had clenched at the thought of – of her and her vile doppelgängers and everything attached. "Sophocles," She seemed to whisper his old name and her laugh was carried on the wind. He wouldn't seek her.

No, he had more control than that. Hayden sat; his lanky form rigid. He was swept up in his thoughts when a student approached him. Hayden's eyes snapped to the girl, "Nαι?" The girl blinked at him, taken aback. He saw Caroline eye him with curiosity and confusion and cursed inwardly before clearing his throat, saying smoothly, "Yes?"

Caroline gazed at their teacher suspiciously as he chatted with the student who approached the desk. Soon, he stood and began a lecture, pacing the room. Caroline couldn't hear him, though. All she could hear was the blood pounding through her veins. She'd only just fed and she was hungry. Again.

She swallowed softly against the burning and aching in her throat before it spread throughout her body. Her veins felt dry and sandpaper-like. She sucked in a breath through her teeth as their teacher had asked if anyone would like to ask him any questions. Elena's hand shot skyward immediately.

The cotton feeling in Caroline's ears had dissipated as Elena purred to the teacher, "Your clothes bother me. Would you mind taking them off?" The Gilbert girl paused, horrified by what had passed from her lips. There was a collective gasp in the classroom. Everyone had swiveled to face Elena.

The boys looked amused. The girls looked enraged. Caroline had tried to make herself look small in her seat. To his credit, their teacher – Mr. Michaelson – hadn't seemed fazed. He continued on as though nothing had happened.

When the class ended, Caroline was surprised that Elena wasn't attacked by an angry mob of girls. "What was that?" She hissed at Elena when they were free of the smothering classroom. Elena gazed at her, baffled. "I don't know! The words just came out. I didn't even –" She gazed around, her eyes widening like a deer caught in the headlights.

Finally she pulled Caroline and Bonnie into the girl's restroom and checked that they were alone before locking the door. "I had dreams about him. Our teacher. Mr. Michaelson." Caroline was stunned, but remained silent.

"I don't know what is going on with me," Elena said, shaking her head, desperation written on her features. "What happened in these dreams?" Caroline had found her voice. A blush blossomed in Elena's cheeks. "Well," She began awkwardly, "Let's just say some things happened that weren't allowed in porn because they were too dirty."

Caroline's brows rose, "Elena!" Elena cleared her throat, her flush darkening. "I didn't want to dream that. He bit me, too." "Our teacher?" "Yeah. That was before things got – well, you know. I was wearing this purple and almost nonexistent nightgown. And we argued and he got angry, shoved me onto the bed, bit me and then…" She trailed off, a shudder rippling through her.

After a moment, Elena shook herself free of her daze and pulled the collar of her shirt down, exposing an indention in the shape of fangs. "I found this this morning. The dream felt so real. I don't know what's happening." Caroline felt horror leak into her veins.

"I just hope my body hasn't been inadvertently cheating on Stefan." Elena finished. Something about the way it was said – maybe it was the statement in general – struck Caroline as funny. All the horror and the panic of the last few days had vanished as she dissolved into hysterical giggles.

Eventually, she had to grip the counter because she was laughing so hard. Her friends watched her, helpless and confused, as she broke down, laughing so hard she hiccupped. Soon, they filed out of the bathroom and walked down the hallway. Caroline was still poring over the dream Elena told her about.

That meant he must be a vampire. Both she and Elena had dreamt about it. She followed Elena to her car silently, her eyes finding him. She watched the young man make his way to his car. Almost as if he were sensing her, he spun to face her.

He met her gaze and for a moment, Caroline felt this sensation of being pulled towards her surge through her. As though an invisible cord were yanking her to him. Until Elena's voice cut through the fog. "Caroline, are you ready to go?" Caroline jolted and nodded, "Yeah."

She turned and climbed into the passenger seat of Elena's car and searched through the windshield for Mr. Michaelson. She saw his car speeding from the parking lot. Her hands shook as she gripped her bag. What the hell was that? She thought as Elena started the car.

Soon they were making their way down the highway, trees whipping past. "So, about Mr. Michaelson –" Elena began. "Don't worry about it," Caroline cut her off. "It'll be between us. I won't tell Stefan." "Good," Elena said grimly before yanking on the steering wheel.

They were passing over Wickery Bridge and before she knew it, they were smashing into the guardrail and plummeting over the edge. Not again, Caroline thought in despair before they plunged into the water. The windshield shattered with the impact and water flooded the car.

Caroline's head had jolted back and slammed against the headrest, rendering her unconscious. She heard Elena calling for her as the darkness swam over her.

Oh, Lord.

Heaven knows we belong way down below.

Oh, Lord.

Tell a soul we belong way down below.

Heaven Knows – the Pretty Reckless