The party had just started when they got to the ballroom, so they got talking to Dan and a few others about meeting up for a drink after it was all over and what they were going to do next. Alaric and Meredith came over and the conversation shifted to folklore and creatures such as Spring heeled jack and the Beast of Bodmin. Dan asked what had been on everyone's mind, who was the Highgate Vampire? Alaric didn't know but wanted to investigate a bit more, although Meredith didn't seem as keen. So the conversation was steered round to the fair folk and how some people truly still believed to this day.

Elena came over and told Alaric off for doing research when he should be partying, but Meredith didn't have the heart to tell him. They were still talking when Damon and Stefan came in, neither looking very happy. The music stopped and the D.J took a fag break before he had even started.

"Everyone signed a non-disclosure agreement before they got here," said Damon. Jess and Holly exchanged worried glances. "It's a legally binding bit of paper that says what happens here, stays here. No one talks about it outside of the hotel, no one Tweets, Facebooks, calls anyone or blogs about it." He was furious, the whole room was silent with shock.n"Someone here has broken that agreement and blogged about what's happening here with detailed personal descriptions of us and private conversations under the alias Shadow's Kiss."

Jess gasped and everyone stared at her. "An alias very similar to the one you use on your fanfiction Jess." Jess went red, how could he even think that?

"Not me. I wouldn't do anything like that!" She protested. Stefan glanced at Elena and murmured to Damon not to do this in front of everyone, but he wasn't listening. "It has a lot of personal information about you and hinted that you're not your average history student, so I checked you out and the school you attended doesn't have any records of you, yet you got accepted to University with those grades.

Who are you really? Are you an undercover reporter? TELL ME!" Stefan tried to hold his brother back but Damon shook him off.

Jess was starting to shake, "Not here please. Not in front of everyone. I'll tell you what I know, but not here."

"You don't have a choice. Tell me, now!" She could see his fangs pointing out from below his top lip. He was furious and she was scared that he would kill her in front of everyone. "I'm in the witness protection programme which is why you can't find my details! I don't blog and I wouldn't break the NDA." Damon's eyes widened and everyone gasped, no one expected this.

Jess put her glass down on the side and went to walk out of the ballroom. "Where do you think you're going?" He asked menacingly. "This isn't over."

"It is for me!" She yelled back. "Thanks to you everything's over!" She ran out of the ballroom and back upstairs. Once in her room she sat and cried a little before trying to call and explain the situation to her handlers' voicemail, before getting changed and throwing everything back in her rucksack.

There was a knock at the door and when she ignored it Stefan and Damon came in. "And I thought I was dramatic," mused Damon. Stefan stepped in front of Jess immediately as she wanted to throw herself at him and scratch his eyes out.

"You're such an arsehole! You don't get it, do you? I was gang raped when I was thirteen and I made a statement to the police who arrested someone. The leader of the actual gang was someone they'd been after for years but couldn't make anything stick until I made a statement.

My family and I had death threats made against us, our car was set on fire, our neighbour's house was burgled and so was my school. The Police put us in witness protection and we were given a safe house but things kept happening, even after I gave evidence in court. Someone nearly mowed me down on the pavement outside the sweet shop, our electricity was cut one night just before people broke in to try and kill us. This time we were given new identities and new lives. I was homeschooled and I gained my qualifications there because I was too scared to go to school. But now everyone in that room knows and just to make matters worse a blogger, I can't stay as Jess Flyn anymore and that means I'll have to move again and try to start Uni again somewhere else next year." Stefan looked horrified.

"They used your alias, you were the obvious suspect." Damon was still trying to defend himself, Stefan was appalled but Jess was furious.

"It's also the name of a book in the Vampire Academy series, you utter moron! I don't have exclusive rights to the name!" Damon was taken aback at being called an utter moron, but took it calmly. "You can stay as Jess Flyn. I'll make them all forget, so you can put your dress back on and we can make a dramatic entrance together."

"He is joking, right?" She asked Stefan. "Why the hell would I want to go back there after you accused me of being a blogger? Or did you erase everyone's memories?"

"Calm down." Warned Stefan. "You're angry and I understand that. We'll see to it that everyone will forget that Damon accused you and that you went home early because of personal problems. Elena and the others understand, they're as angry about it as you are. But personally, I want you to stay and enjoy yourself."

Her mobile shrilled into life. "My handler," she explained.

"Hi Gary."

"I got your message. Who's been looking into your file and do I want to know what sort of convention you're at if you have to sign an NDA?" Damon deliberately caught her eye and gave her a look to say it sounded interesting, but he wasn't in her good books and she was in no mood to respond. "It's a book convention. The publishers probably didn't want us to ruin any books before they were published. But I think it may have been sorted now, they said it would be covered under their NDA."

"Right, okay. Just to be sure, what hotel is it?" She could hear him shuffling papers.

"The Regent's Hotel in London."

He stopped shuffling papers. "What part of London?"

Jess stared at the ceiling and sighed. "Regent's Park?"

"Alright, we're not all historians like you," he laughed. She swore sometimes he did it deliberately to test her knowledge and because he thought it was hilarious when she got angry. "Right, of course. Well, anyway. If you're happy everything's sorted then no further action need be taken. Just let me know if anything changes, alright?"

Jess sighed. "I will. Thanks." She hung up and stared at Damon.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" He asked patronisingly, which got her back up again.

"It would have been a lot easier to go up to someone in private and ask them why things don't add up. But then I suppose you wouldn't enjoy it as much as there's no one to humiliate." She looked him square in the eye and felt a small amount of satisfaction when he frowned and turned his gaze to the floor.