A/N: Thank you to everyone for the reviews, favs and follows. OK, so the first chapter was a prologue and in between that and this chapter let's say a week passed by where Daisy and Cattleya got to know each other better, I would write it down but I'm just too lazy and we all know what happened with the war and everything in between.

Pilot

"Do I really have to go to Muggle School? I mean technically speaking I've already graduated." Leya said optimistically. Unfortunately, her aunt was no sucker.

"Leya, you've only graduated in terms of Wizarding School and you said so yourself you didn't even attend your last year of school…" Daisy began.

"Only because I was saving the Wizarding World from a Dark Wizard named Voldemort." Leya reminded.

"So the answer is yes, you will be attending High School. Not to mention that this would be a good opportunity for you to get out of the house, you've spent the entire week cooped up here. I'm sure you want to get out and have fun with kids your own age. " She was winning, but Leya hadn't lost yet.

"You know, I haven't been to Muggle School in years I really don't think I'd be able to catch up." Leya said, and it was true the last ordinary Muggle School she had attended was St. Grogory's Primary School, and that had been a horrible experience.

"I'm sure you'll find a way." Was all she'd said.

Now she had lost.

Leya Potter groaned softy to herself as her aunt smiled amused placing some American money on the counter of the island in the kitchen and walking back upstairs to get ready. A small frown tugged at the corners of her lips as Leya replayed the conversation in her head. Buried under a thin layer of resentment over having to return to school, Leya knew she couldn't have asked for a better aunt.

The past week seemed more and more like a dream with each passing day, but every experience had in fact been real. The house her aunt owned was a modest two story house made of bricks. The windows were huge, at least downstairs. The living room was spacious and cozy with a real fire place against the northern wall. Shades of white were the dominant colors to the entire house, except the bathrooms where black tiles covered the floor and walls. The dining room had mahogany wooden floor and the kitchen was huge with an island in the middle so she could eat her breakfast there.

There were four bedrooms upstairs, Daisy had graciously given her the second largest room other than the master bedroom with her own en suite and walk in closet. She felt slightly odd being in a large house with only one other person, but for the first time in her life she had her own normal (if not larger than average) bedroom. Not the cupboard under the stairs, or Dudley's second bedroom or even a shared room with Ginny and Hermione. It was hers, and it was a very lovely house.

Daisy, whom Leya had learned over the week had come to America to study Botany. Didn't go on to be a highly acclaimed scientist which she says she could've easily done, instead opting to own a small but popular flower shop in the middle of town. Her reason, (even though she really didn't need to give one) was that her love for plants would've been destroyed if she continued on a scientific basis.

Leya had offered to help out at the store whenever needed seeing as it was only Daisy who ran everything. Daisy had laughed waving her hand and shaking her head agreeing, muttering something under her breath that sounded awfully like 'just like your mother'.

Despite how lovely and gracious Leya's newly found aunt was, she couldn't help but feel animosity towards the older woman sometimes. Growing up Leya had only known the Dursley's to be the last of her family, she had often asked herself 'is this it? Is this the only family I have left?' When in reality, hiding away in a non-existent town in a country halfway around the world was another aunt who could've taken much better care of her than the Dursley's. Even with her 'grieving'.

"Sweetie! You should probably leave for school now, my keys are in the bowl next to the door. You do know how to drive, right?" Daisy's yelled from upstairs her voice turning uncertain towards the end of her question.

"Yeah!" Leya yelled back as she grabbed the money off the counter and walked to the door, bag slung over her shoulder.

Daisy's car keys were placed in an ornate wooden bowl on top of a simple table where mail, hair accessories and a vase of daffodils lay neatly. Above the table was a decorative oval shaped mirror where Daisy would spend a good ten minutes before finally leaving the house.

Gone was the scrawny skinny girl, which was clearly malnourished and unloved by former relatives and now stood a curvaceous teenager. Thankfully during the summer between fourth and fifth year she had a growth spurt so fast her bones ached, and she now stood tall at 5'7.

Emerald green eyes, with piercing black pupils and dark, thin rims around both irises stared back at her. They were the exact replica of her mothers. She took in her hair, long and black as night; it might have been curly had it been shorter, but the weight dragged down the would-be curls into defined messy waves. It was parted in the middle, surrounding her fair-skinned face, her pink lips tugged into a frown as she caught sight of her scar. The scar that had forever been etched into her forehead was both a bane and blessing for Leya, she was glad she had a fringe to cover it up.

With a resigned sigh Leya slammed the door of the borrowed car closed and swung her bag over one shoulder, bent her head and tried to ignore the curious stares of her soon to be classmates. The walk from the parking lot to the front doors of her new school felt like miles and Leya was thankful she didn't blush as easily as the Weasley's who's faces could go as red as their hair color in the snap of her fingers.

Leya felt as if she was in first year all over again, though instead of whispered have you seen her yet? She's standing there next to the tall red-head, look it's The Girl-Who-Lived. It's now: who is she? I've never seen her before, damn she's hot I'd totally bang her. Leya's face scrunched up in disgust at the last comment, shooting the group of what looked like sport player's a glare worthy of Voldemort himself.

She quickly hurried into the school giving herself a mental pep talk that went something like:

Okay Leya, you can do this. You've faced one of the most evil Wizards in the world, what's a bunch of high school students compared to him. I mean you're only diving head first into the shark infested waters of grade eleven, what are they gonna do? Chew you up and spit you out, probably make you feel like you did in fourth year all over again; only worse.

Leya snapped out of her thoughts as she rounded a corner finding the front office much to her relief, wondering how her pep talk suddenly turned to fearful, worried thoughts. Leya ducked her head further down letting her hair form a pseudo-wall between her and the whispers that followed meaning she was not able to see the person she was about to run into.

When she crashed into a body, hands tightly gripped her forearms so she would not fall. Leya, whose reflexes had gotten sharper with the war, immediately stepped back her hand twitching ready to use her wand; which was skillfully hidden in her jacket.

"Sorry." She apologized softly.

"No problem, It's uh, my fault. Uh, I'm Stefan Salvatore. Are you new here too?" A boy with light brown hair and green eyes – much lighter than hers – introduced holding out his hand.

"Cattleya Potter. And yes I am, how did you know?" She hesitated suspicion eating away at her.

"Your accent."

"Ah." She muttered blushing, bloody hell she needed to get rid of her paranoia. She was on the other side of the world for Merlin's sake. Nobody knows who she is here.

Stefan smiled seeing her embarrassment. "Maybe we'll have a few classes together." He said trying to diffuse the silence that had just settled in.

"Yeah, maybe. It was nice to meet you." Leya awkwardly replied, backing away slowly towards the office behind him.

"Likewise. I'll see you later, Cattleya." Stefan said before walking out of the office, flashing a smile at a dark-skinned girl who was staring at him.

"Bye." She muttered, furrowing her eyebrows. There was something strange about Stefan Salvatore, Leya didn't know what it was, but it was a gut feeling and if there's anything she's learned in her life it's to trust that feeling, because it usually ended up saving her life; or getting her into more trouble.

Leya headed over to the desk clearing her throat.

"Hello. Can I help you?" The lady behind the desk smiled, the odd blankness in her eyes slowly disappearing.

"Yes, I'm new and here to collect my schedule." Leya replied before adding hastily. "Cattleya Potter."

She smiled blinking her eyes and shaking her head as if she was waking from a daydream before clicking a few time on her computer. "Here we are. Cattleya Dorea Potter."

A few clicks here and there, one freshly printed schedule later and Leya found herself sitting in History class with an egotistical teacher named Tanner.

When the bell rang signaling the end of class Leya let out a breath of relief, it looks like History was going to be her most disliked class, the runner up being Math. Just as she left the classroom a hand caught her shoulder.

"Hi, you must be new here. I'm Elena Gilbert, we're neighbors." A girl with pretty brown eyes, and a warm smile introduced.

"Right." Leya replied, recognition flaring in her eyes. "I've seen you around a few times the week I've been here. Oh, uh – I'm Cattleya."

"Your British." Elena stated surprised, ignoring Leya's recognition of her and focusing on her accent.

"Guilty as charged."

"Uh, since it's your first day, do you need any help?" Elena asked as they started to walk down the hallway. "I'm sure schools in England must be way different than the ones here."

"You have no idea and I would love some help. I don't know where room 32 is, and there's a B.I.O next to it." Leya said eyebrows furrowed as she looked at the schedule in confusion. This was more difficult than she thought, maybe she should've looked up Muggle Schools a little more thoroughly.

Elena chuckled as she started to explain. "The B.I.O stands for Biology, which is actually what I have next."

"You do?" Leya asked looking at her new companion hopefully.

"Yeah come on, I'll show you the way." Elena replied linking her arm with the taller girl.

The day past in a blur and Leya soon found herself at home with nothing to do, Daisy had gone to a friend's place for dinner but had left her as freshly cooked batch of pasta. Muggle School wasn't as bad as she thought it might have been. Elena was sweet; she had showed Leya the way to all her classes even though they didn't share some of them.

The silence felt almost deafening as she stared at the book in front of her. Leya hated the silence, it offered time to think and the last thing she wanted to do was think, and she was much too fidgety to read. So Leya stood up putting on her jacket, placing her wand in the inner pocket and walked out the door to explore the new town she was supposed to call home.

It was a short walk to the town square and she stopped when she came to a street that was more populated with lots of noise. There was a Bar-Grill that was lit up and Leya could see plenty of people inside from the windows. She decided this was the town's Three Broomsticks or something like that. It pretty much looked like everyone from age 13 to 25 was there.

Leya cracked the door open and entered the Grill, and the moment her foot set place in the bar she regretted it feeling eyes on her but thankfully they looked away just as quickly. She turned as she heard someone call her name. It was Elena, she was at a table with Stefan and two other girls, waving her over.

After introductions Caroline a blonde haired, bubbly girl had started a sort of interrogation, which made Leya slightly uncomfortable as she was never good with being in the spot light.

"So were you born in Mystic Falls?" Caroline asked Stefan.

"Mm-hm, and moved when I was still young." Stefan replied, before everyone looked at Leya.

"Uh, I've lived in England my entire life."

"Parents?" Asked Bonnie looking at the two newcomers.

"My parents passed away." Stefan said quietly looking at Elena.

"I'm sorry." Elena told him gently, they stared deeply into each other's eyes and Leya was thankful to not have to answer the question.

She was still figuring out what to tell people, she could lie and say they died in a car crash like Aunt Petunia had told her all those years, or she could just say they were murdered by a burglar or something. She didn't think death by an evil Wizard would go over well with the muggles. She still had to talk to Daisy about a cover story for her parent's death.

"Any siblings?" Elena asked.

"None that I talk to." Stefan smiled. "I live with my uncle."

"I'm an only child." Leya answered softly, from what she heard of her parents it sounded like they had wanted a big family. She sometimes daydreamed and mourned over the life she could've had if Voldemort wasn't in it, and she wasn't The Chosen One.

"So, Stefan, if your new you don't know about the party tomorrow." Caroline said.

"It's a back to school thing at the Falls. You should come too, Cattleya." Bonnie explained.

"Are you going?" Stefan asked looking at Elena.

"Of course she is." Bonnie answered for Elena.

A shy smile was shared between the girls as Caroline tried to keep her cool at the attention Stefan was giving Elena.

"So, Cattleya ." Stefan started. "I don't think I've ever heard of name like yours."

"Yeah, I know it's pretty weird, right?" She asked rhetorically a faint blush rising in her cheeks. "Most people just call me Leya. It's actually the name of a flower -"

"An orchid." Stefan said cutting her off, at her curious look he elaborated. "They used to be my mother's favorite flower, so I – uh – know all about them. They're a beautiful flower."

Leya smiled blushingly she didn't think anyone knew what her name meant. Most people just usually ignored the strangeness of it. She opened her mouth to say something when she got cut off – again – this time by Elena.

"Where in England are you from?"

"I - I'm from Surrey in London, but I spent most of my time in Scotland." She replied.

"Really?" Bonnie asked interested. "What did you do there?"

"I went to a boarding school, very… exclusive, they only take certain families." Leya said her lips quirking into a playfully secret smirk at the mention of certain families.

"So why did you leave your old school?" Asked Elena.

Just as Leya was about to reply she ran her hand through her hair, which moved her fringe slightly displaying her scar.

"Whoa, what's that?" Caroline asked looking at her forehead. Leya mentally swore.

"It's a scar." She muttered.

"In the shape of a lightning bolt?" Caroline asked rudely.

"Yeah." Leya abruptly stood up. "Sorry to cut this short, but, uh, I've got to get home my aunt's probably wondering where I am." She apologized before leaving.

"Caroline why would -" Elena started.

"What? I was curious." She said defensively before sipping her drink.

"It was a personal question." Stefan said his eyes focused on the tall green eyed girl as she walked out of the Grill.

"Alright listen up." Tanner called silencing the class. Leya slumped in her seat barely listening to Tanners dull voice.

"Let's start where we left off, the battle of Willow Creek took place at the end of the war in our very own Mystic Falls in….?" Tanner trailed off expecting someone to answer. When no one did his eyes narrowed in on the new British girl, who was staring out the window.

"Potter." Leya turned her head as Tanner barked her name. She saw a smug smile start to appear in his face when she didn't answer fast enough and had a very strong sense of déjà vu. Leya stared deep into his eyes a small smirk appearing as the year unconsciously slipped out of her lips.

"1864." His smile fell and her smirk became more pronounced as he glared at her. She broke eye contact.

"How many casualties resulted in this battle?" Tanner asked, no one answered yet again. "Miss Bennett?"

Leya turned her head as she watched Bonnie flounder. "Um…" Said the raven-haired girl. "A lot? I'm not sure. But like a whole lot?" Leya snorted quietly in amusement.

"Cute becomes dumb in an instant, Miss Bennett." His eyes swept over the room. "Mr. Donovan, would you like this opportunity to come over your imbedded jock stereotype?"

"It's okay, Mr. Tanner, I'm cool with it." Matt said making the class chuckle. Tanner's eyes swept over the room once more, looking for another victim. His gaze stopped fixated on Elena who was busy checking out Stefan.

"Elena, surely you can enlighten us about one of the town's most significantly historical events?"

"I'm sorry….I-I don't know." Elena stuttered.

"I was willing to be lenient last year for obvious reasons, Elena. But the personal excuses ended with summer break." Leya frowned in confusion.

"There were 346 casualties, unless you're counting local civilians."

All eyes gazed around the room until they focused on Stefan. He sat still, his eyes unblinking, and nodded in the direction of the teacher.

"That's correct." said Mr. Tanner, struggling to remember the other new student's name. "Mr.…?"

Stefan nodded. "Salvatore."

Mr. Tanner looked mildly intrigued. "Salvatore." he repeated. "Any relation to the original settlers here at Mystic Falls?"

"Distant."

"Well, very good. Except, of course, there were no civilian casualties in this battle."

"Actually, there were twenty-seven." Elaborated the junior. "Confederate soldiers fired on the church, believing it to be housing weapons. And they were wrong it was a night of great loss. The founder's archives are uh, stored in Civil Hall if you'd like to brush up on your facts…. Mr. Tanner."

Leya let a grin spread over her face chuckling, and before Tanner could dish out detention the bell rang.

Leya sighed as she unlocked her car, yes her car. Daisy had surprised her the other day when she was presented with her very own car. Leya, not really knowing how to react to such an extravagant gift from an aunt she hadn't really known that long, blushed brightly and awkwardly patted her aunt on the back as she grabbed her into a hug.

It was finally the end of the day and she couldn't wait to get back home to relax, although relaxation might have to wait, she thought scowling at the large amount of homework stuffed in her bag on the passenger seat.

"Hey, Leya!" Elena called jogging over.

"Hey, what's up?" She asked as Elena caught up to her.

"Look I just wanted to apologize for Caroline, about the other night. She's actually a really good person, but sometimes she can be-"

"Don't worry about it." Leya said cutting her off, with a small awkward chuckle. Elena gave her an unsure nod but smiled nonetheless.

"Anyway, are you coming to the party tonight?"

"I was actually going to -"

"Come to the party." Elena suggested smiling. "C'mon you have to come to your first American party. You could meet new people, and oh I don't know maybe find a boyfriend in the process."

Leya laughed lightly, she was so not looking to have a boyfriend right now, especially since her last one died she thought wincing slightly.

"Sure, why not."

"Great, Bonnie's driving me and you're coming with us. No objections." Elena said sternly.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Have fun! And don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Daisy's teasing yell followed her as Leya closed the front door. Her lips were pulled into an amused grin, knowing her aunt was a bit of a 'wild child' as she likes to put it when she was younger.

Leya's feet hardly made a sound as she walked a couple of meters to the Gilbert house situated right next to her Aunt Daisy's house. She unconsciously pressed the palm of her hand against her forearm feeling the form of her wand underneath her jacket.

She rang the doorbell at the Gilbert house and stepped back as someone opened the door. It was a teenage boy, about a year or two so younger than her, dressed in attire that would suggest rebellion or weird emo phase.

"You're hot." He stated, looking Leya up and down.

"Uh, thank…you?" Leya questioned taken aback. American's they were an odd bunch.

"Is Elena home?" As soon as the question slipped out of her mouth, he rolled his eyes and walked off leaving the door open.

"That was rude." She muttered softly to herself, as a light red haired woman came to the door.

"I am so sorry. Jeremy's just going through a… phase at the moment." She paused. "Elena, there's someone at the door for you!" She yelled.

"Oh, I'm Jenna by the way." She introduced holding out her hand.

"Cattleya, it's a pleasure to meet you, Jenna." Leya replied shaking the light red head woman's hand.

"Yeah, I know. Well I mean, you've moved in next door and Elena told me about you." Leya smiled in response and just as she was about to answer Elena interrupted.

"Leya, hey." Elena greeted coming downstairs with Bonnie in tow.

Soon enough the three were in Bonnie's car on the way to the Falls. "I don't mean to pry or be rude, Elena. And you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but, I was just curious about Tanner's comment this afternoon." Leya said and immediately regretted it as a somber mood suffocated the car.

"Last spring, my parents' car drove off of a bridge into a lake, and I was in the backseat and I survived but they didn't." She explained softly looking at Leya in dreaded expectation of saying the usual I'm sorry and are you okay?

"People always say, that it gets better with time." Leya began almost absentmindedly, before looking Elena in the eyes. "I think it's a load of bollocks to be frank."

Elena and Bonnie burst out in laughter, Leya soon following with her own chuckles, when they calmed down she continued. "It doesn't get better. But it certainly hurts less. And one day you'll be able to look back on happy memories without feeling pain or remorse."

"Thank you." She whispered sincerely.

Soon enough they arrived at the Falls and the party was in full swing, Leya saw a few familiar faces from her classes as she, Bonnie and Elena stood near a bonfire to warm up as it was quite chilly.

"Just admit it Elena." Bonnie persisted on the topic of Elena's new love interest; Stefan.

"Oh, okay so he's a little pretty."

"He has that romance novel stare." Leya added, before saying in a deep sultry voice. "Stefan looked deep into her eyes, piercing her very soul." They all burst out laughing; and took a few minutes to calm down.

"So where is he?" Bonnie questioned.

"I don't know you tell me you're the psychic one." Elena says as they search the mass of people hoping to get a glimpse of the new guy.

"Psychic?" Leya questioned wary.

"Well, technically Grams says I'm a Witch, but I think it's the alcohol talking."

Leya's heart skipped a beat, and the plastic red cup in her left hand crinkled as she tightened her grip when she uttered the word Witch. Leya knew that there was what they called Sorcerers and Priestesses in the western world, but she never thought she would run into one, let alone steadily become friends with one.

Their community wasn't as reserved as the 'Wand-Wielders' as Leya's kind was called, though they kept the magic a secret they still told a Muggle or two and ended up being used by other mythical creatures like the vampires and werewolves.

And according to Alera Polvan, who wrote The Witches and Wizards of the West which Hermione forced Leya read before leaving, frequently wrote that the Sorcerers and Priestesses were very judgmental. They thought themselves higher than any other creature, which was not true.

There were only two species of Witches: the Sorcerers and Priestesses and the Wand-Wielders. And it was the Wand-Wielders who were stronger, not only because they've been around longer but because unlike the Sorcerers and Priestesses the Wand-Wielders did not have limitations.

"Okay, so give me a sec. Grams says I have to concentrate." She amusedly says as she closes her eyes.

"Wait, you need a crystal ball." Elena interrupts, quickly turning around and a grabs an empty beer bottle by someone's feet; She picks it up and turns back to show Bonnie and Leya the makeshift crystal ball.

"Ta-da."

The trio chuckles, as Bonnie reaches out to grab it. She jolts as her hand touches Elena's and a dazed look crosses her face before coming into focus, she jerks her hand off of Elena's as if she's been burnt. Leya's smile fades.

"What?" Elena asked.

"That was weird when I touched you, I saw a crow." Bonnie explained to both girls.

"What?" Elena asked a little freaked out and Leya's heart beat picked up. This was bad, what if Bonnie touched her like she did Elena and knew she was different. Knew she was Witch, a different type but Witch all the same. What if she saw flashes of the war, she would confront Leya no doubt, but what would she tell her.

Leya forced the thoughts to the back of her mind and focused as Bonnie continued.

"A crow, there was fog, a man. I'm drunk. It's the drinking. There's nothing psychic about it. Yeah? Okay, I'm gonna get a refill." Bonnie said quickly before rushing off, Elena called out to her but she just kept walking.

Elena looked to Leya as if she had explanation for Bonnie's odd behavior, which she did in way, but it was Bonnie's secret to tell not hers. So she shrugged and smiled apologetically, and when they turned back around Stefan was standing directly behind them making Elena jump in surprise.

"Hi." He greeted them simply.

"Hi." Elena replied a little shakily whilst Leya smiled in response, she wasn't one to scare easily. Not anymore.

"I did it again, didn't I?" Stefan asked looking down at his feet.

"Yeah." Elena replied almost silently. Leya felt out of place with the two teenagers who obviously like each other.

"You're upset about something." Stefan noted seeing Elena's expression.

"No, it's just… uh… it's just Bonnie… something just-" She cut herself off smiling. "You know what? Never mind, you're here."

"I'm here." He repeated a smile playing on his lips.

"And I'm leaving." Leya added breaking their gazing. "Here Stefan, I'm not much of a drinker, only on rare occasions." She said handing him her drink.

Stefan smiled taking her drink, but his smile shrunk as his enhanced eyesight caught sight of a scar on her hand illuminated by the fire. The words flashed silver in the light, and as she walked off he couldn't get the words he saw out of his mind; I must not tell lies.

Leya wondered around the party slightly bored, it wasn't as if she hadn't been to a party before, in fact they held several in the Gryffindor common room whenever they won a game in Quidditch (which was frequently). And in Leya's opinion they were a lot more enjoyable than the party she was currently wandering in.

Leya walked around the outskirts of the party closer to the woods when she accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry." Leya apologized hands in surrender position as she saw him shake the alcohol he spilled all over himself when she bumped into him.

"Don't worry about it." He replied chuckling. "You're the new British girl aren't you." He stated pointing at her.

"Cattleya." She presented.

"Tyler Lockwood." He said offering a smile; Leya gave a polite smile back. "So since your new here, I could introduce you to couple of people… and then we could maybe get to know each other. "

Leya squirmed uncomfortable as he invaded her personal space. She had somewhat of an idea about what he really meant when he suggested they 'get to know each other'. And with disgust she realized that Tyler was the one who had made the gross comment she overheard on her first day of school.

"Thank you, Tyler." She said as he grinned sliding up closer to her. "But no thank you." Leya put a halting hand on his chest, and slipped away. The last thing she needed right now was a boyfriend or whatever Tyler wanted to be.

"Somebody help!" Leya heard someone scream; she turned and ran in the direction of the scream seeing Elena, her brother Jeremy, Tyler and a blonde haired guy around and an unconscious girl lying on a table.

"It's her neck, something bit her; she's losing a lot of blood." Elena stammered and Leya's eyes zeroed on the girls neck. It looked like an animal bit her, Leya could see distinct teeth marks but she found it odd, that the rest of her body was unharmed.

Leya's eyes flickered through the crowd and saw Stefan. She was about to walk to him when she noticed how intently he was staring at the bleeding girls neck, and watched with fascination as dark veins slithered underneath his eyes as the whites of his eyes turned a dark red.

Leya bid goodnight to Elena, Jeremy and Jenna, they had given her a ride home since Bonnie was taking a drunk Caroline to the Grill to sober up which left Leya with no way of getting home.

As she walked up the steps of her porch and took out the house keys from her back pocket, she opened the door but before she walked in she scooped up the newspaper her aunt forgot to bring in that morning.

She tossed the paper on the counter of her kitchen and took off her jacket, just as she was about to head upstairs to get ready for bed her eye caught sight of a bold headline of the paper. She stepped closer and unfolded it the headline screaming BODDIES FOUND MUTILATED BY ANIMAL.

"Animal." Leya whispered softly to herself thinking back to what happened not moments ago at the party.

Leya tossed the paper back down before rushing upstairs to gather her laptop she bought a week ago. She thought the laptop might come in handy with school work and it was also a way to entertain herself, should she ever get desperately bored.

She rushed back downstairs and quickly turned it on typing Animal attack, Mystic Falls, Virginia in the Google search engine. There was needless to say a lot of articles.

An hour had passed and Leya had gone through decades of animal attacks and was surprised at just how many there were. This was starting to look more like a supernatural occurrence than a simple animal attack.

A name caught her eye and clicked the link connecting to the article. The article was just like all the others she read, and just like all the others this one came with a picture. The picture was of a dead body (in a body bag, obviously) being wheeled on a gurney into the ambulance, but with a closer look she realized there was someone hiding behind a pillar as if they didn't want to be seen which was normal, but what wasn't was how familiar he looked.

So Leya blew up the picture and lightened it, what she saw shocked her to the core.

"Bloody Hell." She whispered in disbelief. Because there in the photo from over more than a few decades was Stefan Salvatore, looking just as he did now.