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To the guest who asked about Evelyn and Klaus... Don't worry, there is definitely going to be something between them. What exactly? I can't say. Maybe he's the one for her, maybe she will hate him like she should. Sorry you're gonna have to wait to find out haha. I can tell you this though: he will play a big part and you will get a little Klaus teaser next chapter.

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Reconnection

Jenna was not happy. She was so angry it was almost difficult to read her thoughts as they were in such an enraged whirlwind. I knew she was shouting at me as she stood outside my bedroom door while I changed for school but as loud as she was I couldn't for the life of me understand what she was saying. In her rage her words bundled together in angry nonsensical sentences.

Once I had changed I reefed the door open to face her. I was slightly impressed by my Aunt's sheer determination. She had not stopped screaming at me since I had stepped out of Damon Salvatore's car about five minutes ago. Her discipline was genuinely impressive. I was in awe. I was also feeling a little scared.

"I'm sorry Jenna." I yelled in order to be heard over her loud stream of angry words. I meant it too. Although it wasn't my fault that I had been kidnapped but I did feel bad that Jenna didn't have a clue what was going on around her. I felt guilty for the worry she had been put through.

"Oh right because sorry makes it all better. Call the press, Evelyn's sorry. For once."

"I didn't think staying over in Damon's would be a big deal." The moment I said those words I realised I had made a mistake as I heard Jenna's thoughts become madder and madder. Fuck.

"One night isn't a big deal Evelyn. But this is the first time you've been home in TWO FUCKING DAYS."

"I texted though." I said hopefully, trying to placate my rageing aunt. She didn't even bother to acknowledge I had spoken, rampaging straight on with her angry rant.

"Not only that but you missed your first day back at school AND you missed the appointment with your therapist. I had to reschedule the rescheduled appointment Evelyn. You have missed two sessions already!"

"Therapy's a snooze fest, I'm fine." I said casually as I skirted around my aunt heading downstairs in search of my schoolbag.

"Don't you walk away from me young lady." I rolled my eyes at this. Jenna was beginning to sound like an official guardian which worried me. I liked it much better when she was the fun vodka aunt.

"Have you seen my schoolbag?" I called over my shoulder. "I'm late."

My aunt thrusted my school bag into my open arms. "You clearly aren't taking me seriously Eve."

"My schoolbag! Thanks Jenna and I do take you seriously... I just don't take therapy seriously."

"Evelyn the doctors said that you were well enough to come home but you still need to go to therapy at least once a week."

I rolled my eyes again as I hitched my school bag on my back and began walking towards the front door. "Please Jenna I'm fine… those doctors knew nothing."

"Well I happen to trust them. I rescheduled your therapy session with Dr. Whinser for the third time. This is your final warning Evelyn, if you miss one more session then I'm going to make you go back to New York."

I froze with my hand on the doorknob. "What." My voice had become deadly quiet, my back was still to Jenna. There was no way I was going back to New York. Not with everything going on here. Not when I was so close to understanding who I was and what it meant.

"Evelyn I'm sorry but you disappeared for three days, you've skipped your first day back at school and two therapy sessions and I hear you screaming in your sleep every night. You're not okay." Jenna's voice was soft and sympathetic but I didn't want to hear it. " Your next appointments this Saturday."

I stormed out without a word slamming the door behind me as hard as I could behind me. I was afraid if I stayed any longer in there I would snap and say something unforgivable. I was shaking with anger as I got back into Damon's camaro.

He must of heard everything because Damon didn't ask me what was wrong, allowing me to sit silently, seething in my anger. When we arrived at the school, Damon put his hand on my shoulder giving me a sight shake.

"Alright princess get your gameface on."

"Thanks Damon." I think he understood that I was saying thank you for more than just the lift as he squeezed my shoulder reassuringly.

"Don't mention it."

Taking a deep breath I composed myself and stepped out of the car, slipping on a pair of designer sunglasses. I smirked a little at all the attention my entrance had received and the shock in my peers minds when they saw me. I was always a fan of a dramatic entrance.

Using their eyes to guide me I strutted towards the main entrance, head high in the air, sunglasses flashing, hiding my unseeing eyes.

I had always ruled this school. While Elena had been the nice girl who everyone wanted to be friends with I had been the ruthless bitch everyone wanted to impress. I was the mean girl everyone wanted to hang with, the queen bee and I loved it. After all in highschool popularity is power, as shallow as it sounds and I had been on top. Hey don't judge me, I never claimed to be good like Elena.

The amount of thoughts pressing against my brain, begging to be heard, was huge. Ever since the accident I had actively tried to avoid places with such large groups. However after a minute or two the noise did start to become more bearable. I felt less like I was being crushed. I could even begin to decipher individual thoughts, no longer a massive unit of thoughts, feelings and memories, it began to make sense and I could map out how my school had changed and how it had remained the same.

By dipping into everyone's heads a little I caught myself up on all the major gossip from the last nine months. The accident and my subsequent disappearance had been huge, some had even gone so far to rumour that I was dead. I rolled my eyes a little at my peers dramatics... although I couldn't say much myself.

It looked like my return was set to be even bigger news, if my school mates thoughts were anything to go by. I smirked a little to myself. I was back and the center of attention. Just how I liked it.

"Eve!" The shrill cry of Caroline Forbes shattered the silence I hadn't realised had fallen over my peers.

Suddenly I was being engulfed in a tight hug and lifted slightly off the ground as the excitable vampire reached me. It was odd being hugged by Caroline after so long. It felt exactly the same despite everything. It felt just like when we would hug a year ago. As if nothing had changed. But everything was different, I had seen her rip the throat out of a man. Maybe everything was different now but as my control freak ex hugged me the same as she always had, I realised that she was still the Care I had known, just with a darker past, like me.

"Whoa Care don't be so desperate we broke up almost a year and a half ago." I said once she put me down.

"Don't be a bitch Eve." Caroline laughed graciously. "Unfortunately we're still friends."

"Unfortunate for who though?" I asked jokingly, raising an eyebrow.

"Have you met you?" My blond friend asked incredulously. "I think I am definitely the unfortunate party here."

I laughed pulling my ex into a hug. "I did miss you Care." I whispered before pulling away.

"And what about me?"

I spun around at the sound of the voice that I hadn't heard from in almost a year, "Tyler?"

"The one and only." He joked but it sounded forced. I felt my stomach twist up in knots.

Tyler and I had been best friends since before we could walk. With both our mothers in the historical society we had spent many an afternoon playing on the grounds of the Lockwood mansion. As we got older our friendship remained the closest. We were both popular and hung out in the same circles. I had a feeling that at some point Tyler's feelings had begun to shift to something more but I had ignored it. I always thought our friendship would last forever but after the accident everything had changed.

I shouldn't be able to read minds. As helpful as the ability has been to me, it's not natural. There is a reason people can't hear each other's thoughts. It puts everything out in the open, even the stuff you don't want to know about.

Tyler had only visited me once after the accident, when I was still in hospital. He had nothing to say but I could hear every little thought that went through his mind. I heard his pity, his sadness, his anger for me, his grief. I didn't want to hear that and had told a nurse to make him leave. Being around Tyler was too painful, it reminded me of who I had been and everything I know was.

The last time I saw him was at my parent's funeral. He said he was in love with me, something I had been anticipating for a while but trying to avoid. Tyler wasn't the type of person to face his pain. Neither was I. When I told him to leave, Ty ran. I hated him for it. I wish I could have run too.

After my suicide attempt, when I was shipped off to New York, I hadn't wanted to keep in contact with many people. I couldn't deal with Tyler's feelings and he couldn't deal with my rejection. This was the first time I was hearing his voice in over nine months. Unlike the last time I had been near him, like at my parents funeral, his mind was muffled and unreadable, like Masons. It shocked me even though I had expected it. He was a werewolf now. So much was changed. I felt like Tyler, the boy I had grown up with, my best friend was a stranger.

"Hey stranger, long time no see." I said finally flashing him a tight smirk. I felt his arms encircle me in an awkward hug, both of us stiff and unsure. Both of us feeling like actual strangers. It widened the hole inside me losing him had created.

"I-I missed you." Tyler managed to choke out.

"Did you?" I asked skeptically, not yet ready to let go of the pain losing my best friend had caused me. The anger kept me warm. It made me unable to forgive. Not yet anyway.

Before he could respond the bell interrupted us, pulling me from my anger. Everyone groaned collectively and began moving towards classes. The idea of having to face the school day was really not appealing to me even though it was already halfway through. I wanted to ask Tyler to skip the last few classes and smoke a joint under the bleachers like we used to always do. But things were different now. I had this anger in me that had covered the pain of his loss over the past year and he was tense and unsure around me.

"Care, want to walk me to the office? I need to collect my timetable." I asked, keeping up the pretence of being the blind Gilbert, who definitely could not read most people's minds.

Caroline walked me to the front office and after that the day, to my pleasant surprise, past fairly quickly. The thoughts and whispers about my return mounted as the day went on and although everyone seemed to be talking about me few had the balls to come up and say hi. I had always been intimidating to my peers but now it seems that they just didn't know what to say to me. My disability made them uncomfortable.

I told myself I didn't care. I was happy not to have to undergo stupid questions and false sympathy. As always I remained aloof and mysterious while still the center of attention. It had taken me years to perfect this particular art form.

After school in the parking lot Tyler managed to cornered me. Again my stomach twisted painfully when he reached out and tapped me on the shoulder. I hadn't realised how painful his loss still was too me. Even if it was partly my fault.

"Let me give you a lift home. Like I used to." His word sounded stiff but also timid and unsure like a lost little boy. My heart squeezed tightly inside my chest. I had never been able to resist that voice.

"Well I guess..." My voice trailed off as I searched for Damon's blank mind but he was nowhere to be found. Probably off cleaning up Elena's mess or creating one of his own.

"Great." Tyler guided me to his car and helped me in like a perfect gentleman. Nothing like he actually was. Once we were both inside the atmosphere grew tense and weary.

"You never called." I said after a few minutes of the terrible silence.

"Neither did you." Tyler's voice was quiet, so unlike him. "You told me to leave you alone."

"Of course I did." I snapped. "You said you loved me at my parent's funeral. I was scared and overwhelmed and I didn't know how else to handle it."

"I'm sorry Eve I know that was the worst timing ever I just didn't know what to say and I wanted to tell you how I felt."

"I'm not mad that you said it, I'm mad that you ran away. I needed you."

"I'm sorry Eve. I've never been more sorry about anything in my life." Tyler's voice broke a little and I could hear the sincerity in his words. They were so sad and honest. I felt my anger crack.

"I'm sorry too." I said finally after a long silence. "I forgive you."

The minute those words left my mouth the mood in the truck shifted. I felt lighter, calmer. I turned up the radio and rolled down the window. Cool fresh air filled the car, washing away the anger and regret, letting us start anew.

We began to talk about anything and everything, Tyler filling me in on little things I had missed. Like old times. As our conversation flowed easily the pain lifted. I was glad to hear that Tyler had moved on from me and was clearly beginning to fall for Caroline.

"Wow Tyler I can't believe you're going for the best friends ex, classy." I joked lightly.

"Please you and Caroline we're never anything serious and I'm not going for her. She's with Matt. I'm not even that into her anyway." Tyler said nonchalantly, trying to play it off.

"You are so into her, don't even try to lie to me, you know I can smell your bullshit a mile away. Anyway her and Matt will never work out you two would be waaaaaay better together."

I was amazed by how easily we could slip back into our old ways. It made me feel so happy that I hadn't lost Tyler. I breathed the clear air deeply, singing loudly to the song on the radio.