Caroline had made a copy of the picture since I wasn't permitted to take the real documents out of the historical society. She then drove me to the town square and let me pick up my own car to drive myself to wherever I was going.

"Damon!" I screamed into his voicemail box from my cell phone. "When you get this message, I need to speak to you ASAP!"

I then hung up and sped all the way to Elena's home.

My car pulled up into her driveway, and I definitely put my brake pads to the test.

"Elena!" I yelled as I ran up to the porch and knocked on the door.

"Coming!" I heard her yell from the inside. My thumbs twiddled as my patience wore thin.

My heart rose a bit when I saw her beautiful face open the door. Her hair hung around her shoulders while her t-shirt laid over body loosely, and her shorts were just that - short. She had a pair of socks on and a bit of chocolate on her lips, "Stefan! What're you doing here?"

I held up the picture from my pocket, "There is something up with this case."

Her eyes bulged, "Is that Katherine?"

I nodded.

"What's the date on it?"

"1864."

Her eyes opened even more as she led me into the house and to one of the kitchen stools off of the island.

"Could it be a person who looks similar, like an old ancestor?" she asked. "She could have the same name."

"I doubt that the person would have the same smirk and fire in her eyes," I said to her as I took my finger and wiped the chocolate from the corner of her lip.

She looked at me, "Thanks."

"No problem," I replied as I ate the chocolate from my fingertip. "What do you think this picture means?"

"I don't know."

"Did you find anything in the files that could help us?"

"Well," she started, "I found a sticky note from the medical examiner to the funeral director. It fell out of the file and onto my car floor. I found it this morning. It said that the opening on Katherine's body was actually from the fact that her abdominal muscles were too hard to cut through during embalming. He had to cut around them."

"Nobody's muscles are that hard," I said. "Not even mine."

"Exactly," she replied, "so either the medical examiner is a weak man or Katherine's muscles weren't like that of any human."

Just then there was a knock on Elena's door.

"Hang on a sec," she said as she got up and ran across her wooden floor. She slid on her socks into the doorway to open the door.

"Bonnie!" I heard her scream when the door creaked open.

"Hi, Elena!" I heard an unfamiliar voice scream back. "Have you seen Jeremy?"

"Yeah," she said. "He's upstairs. Come her for a sec, though, would you? I have somebody here that I want you to meet."

I heard two sets of footsteps approach the doorway. Elena came into view, along with another young woman.

"Stefan," Elena started, "this is one of my best friends, Bonnie Bennett. Bonnie, this is my friend, Stefan Salvatore."

"It's nice to meet you, Bonnie," I said as I got up and offered my hand. She took it in her small one and shook it.

"You too, Stefan," she replied. "How do you know Elena?"

"I was Katherine's boyfriend until the accident," I explained. "I met Elena when I came down to for the funeral."

"I'm sorry for your loss," she said kindly. "I was with my father for a few weeks and couldn't come back down for the funeral, but I heard that Katherine was a very nice woman. She was Elena's identical twin, right?"

"Yeah," Elena and I replied together.

Elena went on, "Bonnie, do you know much about the founding families?"

"Not much," she answered, "but I'm sure I can find something for you?"

"Well," Elena hesitated, "how much do you know about superstitious creatures or out-of-the-ordinary situations?"

Bonnie gave her a look, "I told you to stay quiet about it."

I looked at her, confused.

"I haven't said anything, Bonnie!" Elena defended. "I just wanted to know how much you know. Stefan, may I tell her about the case to see if she can help us?"

"I don't see how she could be much help…no offense," I added, "but I don't mind if you tell her."

"Bonnie," Elena began, "Stefan and I have been working on my family's death case. Neither of us feel that it was just an accident. We feel that maybe something else played a role in it to make it murder.

"Ever since the funeral Stefan has been down here in Mystic Falls helping me with the files. We can't find much, but just today Stefan found a picture dated back to 1864. The name of the girl is Katherine Elizabeth Pierce, and that was my sister's name."

"Where'd you find the picture?" Bonnie asked me.

"At the Lockwood Historical Society," I replied. "Caroline showed it to me when she was there earlier. She saw that my family was part of the founding families. I found the picture and had her make a copy of it so I could show Elena."

I grabbed the picture from off of the table and gave it to Bonnie.

She gasped, "This is Katherine?"

"Yeah," I replied, "but the thing is that the picture was taken in 1864, but it's the same Katherine."

"Stefan, can you keep a secret?" she asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Yeah," I answered.

"This is the same Katherine," she told me. "Supernatural creatures exist."

"Yeah, right," I laughed.

Just then, without warning, all of the windows in the kitchen opened up and the front door slammed.

"What the hell was that?" I asked as I jerked. Elena just remained still.

Bonnie pointed to a candle on the table and it lit up.

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed quietly.

"I'm a witch, Stefan," she said, "but your little "dead" girlfriend isn't human."

I was still in a state of disbelief, but since it seemed that I had the proof in front of me, I couldn't argue, "Is she a witch, too?"

"No," Bonnie began. "Witches aren't the only supernatural creatures that exist. I've seen Katherine before. Her name was Katerina. Well, more like my Grams has seen her before. My grandmother is a very old woman. She's lived to see just about everything in her life. She's a witch, too. She told me the story of the founding families, and how she knew the Salvatore's. At the time of the animal attacks, there was a woman staying with them. Her name was Katherine Pierce. This is her picture. The thing is, though, they aren't animal attacks. They're vampire ones."

"Vampires?" I repeated.

"It sounds crazy, I know," she replied. "But Stefan, your "dead" girlfriend isn't dead. She's a five hundred-and-some-year-old vampire."

Somehow, beyond my very morals and beliefs, I believed Bonnie. I believed her because Elena believed her.

I believed her because I believed in Elena.

"Holy shit!"