A/N: Me? Updating a story? In this economy? Okay but seriously this semester has been kicking my ass left right and center. Is it my fault for taking 9 classes? Yeah, kind of. Anyways, here's the next chapter. Also, I'm eventually going to go through this story and fix all the typos I found reading through it. One day, definitely not today, but I'll do it.

Also, friendly reminder for those of you that forgot, Aelia is just Abagail when she's under the control of the goddess.

Abagail left her home after saying goodbye to the witch and sending the woman off with a portion of the breakfast she made in an empty container of margarine before packing up her Vervain tea into a thermos and making her way to the school. It was only halfway through her walk that Abagail realized two vital things.

1. She was going to have to deal with a class of 30 some teenagers hungover off her ass and

2. She didn't even consider hiding the vampire hickey that sat on her neck like some sort of flag to the class that their teacher, to put it as any teenager would, "got some".

When she arrived in her classroom, she almost silently thanked that pint-sized asshole for what she found in the bottom drawer of her teacher's desk. Enough movies based on different subjects concerning literature and teaching the English language to kill a man.

Hallelujah! Praise the teenage goddess/fanfic writer for this beautiful bounty.

Abagail was quick to cut the lights in her classroom, before popping the movie into her laptop and connecting it to the projector. It wasn't the type of smartboard you would see in classrooms in her time but it was exponentially better than being forced to roll a television out of a dusty storage closet in some sort of hidden corner of the school.

Abagail took a swig from her Vervain filled thermos and kicked her feet up upon her desk as the class walked in. "Okay kiddos," her voice echoed out through the room, it rang loud and clear over the chatter of her students walking into her classroom.

"I'll be honest with you, with the events of last night I doubt anyone wants to do work today" Abagail winced at the volume of the class's cheers and blew air out through her teeth before continuing

"So, we're going to sit down, and very quietly" there was a laugh from somewhere in the back row "watch a film"

They did exactly that, and for the odd hour Abagail had with them, they sat in silence and watched a movie. Abagail could spot out the lights of flip phones and iPhone 3Gs texting friends, but she didn't really care. She was watching a movie with a group of teenagers and a vampire, all of whom technically shouldn't even exist. What did she care how they spent their time?

But of course, because, Abagail resolved, she just couldn't have nice things in this goddess driven hellhole, Aelia pushed her way to the front of her consciousness. And, Aelia what a piece of shit turned on the light right as the bell rang.

Abagail didn't realize what happened until she heard a variety of wolf whistles, cheers in celebration, and was someone clapping. Really? She took the comments of her class in stride and was quick to empty out the room of any teenagers. Then she heard a lock click, and within seconds she was pinned up against a wall, face to face with one Stefan Salvatore.

She cursed under her breath and reached for her thermos as Stefan held her head into place, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"Who did this?"

He grabbed her by the chin and tilted her head so he could more clearly see her neck and Abagail, took that as an opportunity to grab her thermos and splash whatever was left in it onto Stefan.

Abagail heard a hissing sound, and Stefan pulled away, looking at her as if he was a kicked puppy and not a 100-some-year-old vampire who just pinned his teacher to a wall in a fit of jealousy. Aelia sucked in a deep breath, and Abagail pushed her down into her subconscious before giving a half-assed apology, muttering something about how although she acted rashly he should still not go around pinning people to walls and compelling them.

Abagail could see Stefan's chest rise and fall as he took an unnecessary breath, more so to calm himself rather than for any means of living and rested the bridge of his nose between two of his fingers.

"Look, you know I'm just worried about you Aelia, you shouldn't let people manipulate you like Da-"

Aelia cut him off, an icy look on her face, "I know you're concerned," her voice was clipped, and Abagail sat within the fog Aelia created in her head, attempting to move through the haze "But, I'm not naïve like the high school girls you've taken to chasing after Stefan".

Abagail straightened her posture and moved towards the door to her classroom "Besides, you should be more," she opened the door, a shit eating grin on her face "optimistic Stefan, if your report was so bad it got an F, I'll just take it out of the grade book, it was extra credit anyway."

Abagail waved Stefan out of the classroom, and invited her next period in, turning the lights back off as they entered.

The last bell of the day woke Aelia up, she lifted herself out of her desk chair. She collected her things and remembered that she needed to go to Mr. Tanner for some field trip forms. Something to do with the football team, Aelia couldn't quite remember the contents of the memo he sent. Abagail sat behind the curtain of smoke covering her eyes, pushing her way forward as Aelia continued to walk in the direction of Mr. Tanner's room.

"It's the third day of school and he's skipped six of his classes."

A woman's voice responded to Tanner claim, and although Aelia was a few steps away from the door, she could hear their conversation

"Mr. Tanner, are you aware that Jeremy and Elena's parents died?"

Abagail pushed herself forward through the smoke right after Aelia knocked on the classroom door.

Mr. Tanner waved her into the room and looked at the woman, Elena's guardian if Abagail had to guess, before raising a finger to her and speaking.

"If you'll give me a minute, come in Ms. Sorrio"

Abagail walked into the otherwise empty classroom, "Sorry to interrupt." She bowed her head slightly as Tanner spoke once again, this time with an air of what Abagail could only recognize as superiority.

"Ms. Sorrio, before you pick up the field trip forms for the football team, can I ask you two little favors?"

Abagail was suspicious, but at this point, she was willing to entertain the whims of Captain Douchebag so long as it ensured she could stay as far away as possible from anything supernatural going on in Mystic Falls. "The floor is yours, Mr. Tanner"

"Well, there's a student in one of your classes, the sophomore English class if I'm correct, Jeremy Gilbert. Have you seen him at all in your class?"

Abagail's eyebrows furrowed, and she tried to remember what had happened in her other classes that day, but Aelia spoke before Abagail could even consider all the facts "He was in on the first day, but that's the only time I've seen him."

Abagail winced at the concern that clouded the woman's face, but she didn't know what else to say. She wasn't a teacher, or a therapist, or the immortal being of intense power she was supposed to be. She was a university student, so she shook her head and, in an attempt to defuse the situation, spoke again.

"And the other favor?"

Abagail was already moving to take a stack of field trip forms from the top of Tanner's desk. She peeled off the sticky note labeled "Sorrio" and took her stack, wincing at the utter ridiculousness of her new surname.

"I heard you talking to Mr. Salvatore in the hallway earlier today. Since I assume you're going to head over anyways to talk to his guardian, can you drop off the form I put on top of the stack you have? It's just a parent-teacher conference request form, nothing too complicated."

Abagail sucked in a breath and was about to tell Tanner that he could kindly sod off when Aelia spoke instead.

"Sure, it's not a problem. The Salvatore Boarding House, right?"

"That's the one."

Abagail said her goodbyes and left the room, stack of papers in hand. She dropped the field trip forms off in her classroom before leaving the school building and starting her walk of doom to the Salvatore Boarding House.

Abagail arrived, form in hand, right as one Elena Gilbert bust out through the front door, a troubled look on her face. Elena stopped in front of Abagail and plastered a too fake smile on her face.

"Hey, Ms. Sorrio, what're you doing here?"

"Dropping off a form for Mr. Tanner." Abagail smiled at the younger girl and casually tapped her forehead with the rolled-up form she held "Don't tell him I said this, but the Salvatore's make him a bit insecure, so he wanted me to drop this off instead."

Elena snorted out half a laugh and smiled, "Have a good one Ms. Sorrio"

Abagail mocked saluted and turned on the balls of her feet to face Elena's retreating form "You too kiddo!"

Abagail steeled her nerves and knocked twice on the door to the Salvatore house before swinging it open, only to be faced with what she assumed to be two vampires attempting to out-peacock each other. Spoiler alert: they weren't exactly successful.

"Isn't that why you play your little game of high-school hu-"

"HELLO VAMPIRES!"

Abagail walked into their conversation with a sort of reckless abandon only she could possess. Okay, not really. But the Salvatore house had wooden floors and furniture, and Abagail figured that if she was going to be forced to play a part in this teen drama, she at least wanted to make sure she was annoying enough to lose a vampire stalker or two along the way.

From the incessant giggling that echoed through her head, Abagail quickly realized her optimism was futile.

"Ah, Aelia."

Damon greeted her with what could only be determined as a "sultry" smirk over his shoulder, "What brings you to this neck of the woods?"

"Well" She unrolled the form and skimmed over its contents "It seems Stefan is just so good at playing human high schooler that he landed himself a parent-teacher conference"

Damon raised his eyebrows and shot Stefan a taunting look.

"With you, I hope?"

"Try with one Mr. Tanner, if Stefan misbehaved in my class well…"

"I can always make it up to you Aelia,"

Stefan cut in, his eyes shimmering with the same pink smoke that clouded Damon's the night before. Abagail shook her head and was quick to hand Damon the form she had been given by Mr. Tanner, before realizing very quickly that meant that Tanner was probably going to be Damon's afternoon snack.

"Please, don't eat him"

With that, Abagail turned to leave, only to be caught on the shoulder by Damon.

"If you want, you can come to the square tonight with me and look at the comet passing through."

He turned her around to face him

"And then afterward we can get together" He grasped her chin between two fingers and bent down toward her face, smirking at how Stefan was sitting in the parlor with a dissatisfied look on his face "For old time's sake rig-"

Abagail lifted the floor beneath them to come up and build a quasi-wall for her protection.

"The only thing I'm doing tonight is sleeping. Alone. In my bed. Just me and sheets lined with enough Vervain that either of you would spontaneously combust should you so much and try to come into my bed, understood?"

She lowered the warped wood in-between herself and Damon. Aelia pushed through the back of her eyelids and Abagail just took a deep breath and bit her tongue.

Ow, my hand!

Abagail's eyebrows furrowed a bit, but she smiled at the pain of the goddess and nodded her head to Damon.

"Have a good day Mr. Salvatore"

Abagail went home, and made a mental note that more investigation was necessary to survive the supernatural circus on wheels.

She shrugged to herself and continued walking, kicking away some rock in her path. She breathed in deep through her nose.

At least this can't get any worse.