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Jenny for so long could be tiresome. Tailing Jenny for so long, unnoticed, while she talked on with her friends- a werewolf, two witches, and a human- about things like how lame I was, which guy they thought was the hottest, and who had the worst outfit was just plain torture... good, old-fashioned torture. I closed my eyes for a moment. I wished to just put myself out of my misery.

"You," a voice hissed and a hand grabbed my shoulder. I turned and faced the honey-haired and blue-eyed Matt. "Where'd you get that picture?"

I gave him a half smile. "Who wants to know?" He glared and oh if looks could kill... "I found it in one of the places I lived. That picture was in the back of the very bottom of the closet."

Matt seemed to settle for this explanation. It wasn't a very good one, but oh well, I decided as I walked off. I was in a bad enough mood as it was without explaining to some human who knew nothing about my mother and where she was. The two sides of me, the visions and the voice versus the human side, were fighting each other. It would explain my foul mood, if anyone knew.

Running. Black sneakers hit the concrete sidewalk, kicking up dirt and stones. It was the first time since we'd moved to Mystic Falls that I had allowed myself this pleasure. My hair was tied back in a ponytail, my lithe body on display for the world in only a tank top and short shorts. My heart, though relatively mute compared to that of the humans that surrounded on a day to day basis, was racing as I pushed myself to go faster.

While I ran, I looked at the world around me. There was Mrs. Bennett-Gilbert, sitting on her front porch with her young daughter. In the town square, Mayor Lockwood was talking to some people about reelection. As I pasted the shops, I spotted Jenny and her friends, and hung back, wanting to avoid another argument for time's sake. I was a woman on a mission, on the look for someone, anyone, who could help me. I paused, stopping completely as I saw it sitting in the window of the store that my sister had just exited. The dress was long, dark blue, several shades darker than my eyes, but not as dark as most of my clothing. Against my skin, it would look incredible.

And then, in the reflection of the store window, I saw him and my heart stopped beating for a few moments. He was the most handsome man I had ever seen, all blond and blue eyes and chiseled features. I hadn't seen him before; I would have remembered him. Our eyes met. In the reflection of the store window, my eyes lifted to his. Pale blue eyes to vibrant ones and his lips turned up. My heart stopped for a spell, my breathing hitched, and I turned sharply, but he wasn't there.

I shook my head. Hybrid.

I passed the gym. They were offering, and I quote, "street fighting in a cage". The winner would get three hundred dollars if they could beat their champion. It would be money to buy my dress. I really wanted that dress. My lips pulled up into a smile and I pulled open the door.

"I'd like to sign up to try to beat the champion." The men behind the counter took in my appearance, and then laughed.

"Go home, kid. You wouldn't face a chance."

"I won't face a chance if you don't give me one," I snidely replied back at them. The one guy nodded, then handed me a paper to sign. I scanned it, signing one of my aliases, the one I had used this morning, Alexia Masen, on the line.

"Let's see what you can do against him." He smirked, letting me in the ring. A cage came down over me and another man, with short, dark hair, tan skin, dark eyes. He looked familiar, and when he looked up at me, I knew why. Mom's picture. He was Tyler Lockwood. He was a hybrid, a werewolf turned into a vampire by Klaus. "You have five minutes. We've discovered any more can harm the people a bit too much. Don't bite her, Ty man. Can't have her sue us." He smirked, eyes flashing to gold.

I sized him up. I could take him. My master had been over five hundred, and I could easily take him. Well, not easily, but I could hold my own. Tyler was a child compared to him and some of the demons and monsters I'd faced since then.

The clock started.

Tyler knew it had and he circled me, like a predator and its prey. I crouched, watching as he jumped at me. I flipped, grabbing the cage, holding myself up. He snarled at me, his veins and fangs showing. I smirked, letting myself fall, landing like a cat. He lunged at me and I blocked his attack. He threw a punch. I kicked my foot at his face. He caught it, causing me to fall flat on my butt. I glared up at the werepire, or maybe vampwolf. Eh, it didn't matter what I called him. I let him pin me before I sneered at him. "You're going to make me do the classic move, aren't you?"

"Classic move?" he asked confused just before I kneed him in a very uncomfortable place. He groaned, rolling off me. I grinned. He stood, coming at me and I flipped him, pinning him to the ground, sitting on his arms, placing my hands on both side of his head to snap it clear off his shoulders. I leaned forward, whispering into his ear.

"Four minutes, fifty two seconds. I win."

"Who are you, kid?" I chuckled.

"Ain't that the million dollar question?" I stood as the cage lifted from around us. I held out my hand to him to help him up, and he took it.

"You're that girl, the one that Care, Ric, and Matt were all talking about. You had a picture of us, you defended yourself from Caroline, made Buffy the Vampire Slayer references at Alaric, and now you come looking for a fight. Are you a vampire, or are you just cocky?" I shrugged.

"I never died, if that's what you're asking. I know I've got something in me and fighting channels the pent up energy and frustration elsewhere, otherwise I take it out on my sister. She takes it out on our grandparents' credit cards."

Tyler chuckled, panting some. He pulled two bottles of water from the cooler and offered me one. I took the offered bottle, taking a long sip. "I'm here every Tuesday and Thursday from three to five. Come find me. We can fight. I doubt too many others could take you. A vampire triple my age, maybe." I smiled at that. I had dealt with things far worse than vampires and hybrids. After all, I was a hunter. "Where you learn to fight like that? That's not just instinct."

Black hair falling forward from the ponytail as I pulled the hair tie out and redid it, I smiled, my head tilted down looking at the bottle in my hands. "I knew a vampire who was a martial arts instructor. He was over five hundred. He taught me some techniques, trained me." I smiled at the distant memories. It was during that time when things were actually good for us. Good for me. When my sister still loved me. When we were still sisters in more ways then just by blood.

I went and reached for the check that the man behind the counter was handing me. Three hundred dollars was a lot of money. I wish that I had some type of foresight I could control to be able to invest the money and make it double and triple, but I didn't. I'd just have to guess.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but you remind me of someone." I turned back to him, Tyler. I gave him a small, sad smile.

"I get that a lot." It was true, and I hated that. I pushed the door opened and couldn't remember the last time I'd been so grateful to feel the sunshine on my skin.

"Where were you?" Grandma asked me when I got home, her arms crossed, her standing firmly in the doorway.

"Out," I muttered under my breath, trying to push past her, but she caught my shoulders and pushed me just outside the threshold of the house.

"Isobelle, where were you? Jenna said you were stalking her again."

I glowered at the woman. "I don't stalk her. I have better things to do with my time than to sit around playing watchdog for baby sis. Didn't know the world revolved around her."

"Were you out shopping? Spending money we don't have? Where were you?"

"Out!" I yelled at the woman, so hard that the vase nearly fell off the hallway table. I took a deep breath, calming myself.

"Grandma!" Isobelle yelled as she came down the steps. "Isobelle ruined my dress I was going to wear to the dance at the 2010s' dance at school!"

"I didn't touch your precious little dress," I muttered through gritted teeth.

"Tone, Isobelle!" she shrieked at me before she turned to my oh-so-perfect, do-no-wrong twin. "How much do you need to replace it, Jenna darling?"

"About two hundred dollars. I'll need new shoes and accessories to match the new dress."

"Or you could just wear Mom's old dress." Both of them stared at me as if I had suggested running around stark naked in town square, wearing only blood. I sighed, pushing past them. "Whatever."

I decided I'd cash the check instead of spending it, put it away for safe keeping. I'd probably need it sometime. Better be safe than sorry.

"Look at that, Izzy!" Jenny called to me, like we were friends, "Look how pretty!" she pointed at the dress in the display of the shop window. It wasn't the one I had seen earlier, but it was beautiful just the same.

"Gorgeous," I muttered, "Let's go."

"Yes... let's go." I turned around and the man was there, green eyes, blond hair, and a teasing smirk. "Did you really think you could hide my doppelganger, Isobelle? I need her more than you do."

I froze before my body reacted. I was strong, but he was stronger. He would always be stronger. He was a vampire. He chuckled, whispering into my ear, "Silly girl."

With that he turned and bit into my sister's neck. There was a line behind him, to which he passed my sister along to, telling them to drink from her. I needed to stop it, but I was too weak. The line parted as each took a sip, as if Jenny was merely the chalice that held the wine for Holy Communion.

As the line ended, a woman stepped forward. I knew this woman. I had seen her for most of my life in my dreams. She stepped by my sister, yanking me up by the arms. I looked up, but the woman whose face I looked into was not my mother's. "Who-?"

"You're not human," she hissed. I blinked. Her eyes turned to the heavens. "There shall come one that must die for the curse to be broken and she shall bear a true hybrid, born out of her blood and the blood of her vampire love and is of the angels, who will see what is to come, and she shall bring peace or rain destruction on the races of the world."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I yelled at head as everything began to fade away, until only she and I remained, standing on that one piece of concrete in the gray-blackness that surrounded us. Panic set in. "Bring me back."

"You must find your own way, Isobelle," a woman said. Her hair shifted, and she began to look like my mother too, then her hair fell into curls. Katherine, my head screamed.

"You have to find your balance," the blonde vampire, Rebekah, that I had met today, spoke. "Vampires and witchlings don't get along well at all."

"I know," I muttered, "But I'm not a witch."

"Maybe not," she sighed.

"I can help you," that voice whispered in my ear. He was strong, but he wasn't hurting me. He was holding me near, my back to his chest, his lips by my ear, my hair to his cheek, his arms wrapped around my waist. He was strong enough to hold me, restrain me, strong enough to crush my bones with his hands. Even so, I knew I was safe. He wouldn't hurt me, not really. "Let me help you, my lovely." His works were almost purred in my ear.

"Okay. Help me."

"I'm not your enemy, Isobelle. We both want to protect the doppelganger."

"Why?" I whispered.

"I made a promise to a lady." My breath caught in my throat. The next second, the security I'd felt in his arms was gone. I had my back against a wall, someone strangling me. I looked up into crazed green eyes and blackness over came me.

Everyone had gone. They'd left me home again, all alone, without waking me. No note, no telling when they'd get back. That was my first instinct when I heard the quiet.

As I climbed down the stairs, something felt wrong. A sense of dread and panic washed over my body and I knew that something was not right. My grandparents lay unconscious and my sister were nowhere to be seen.

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