The front door of the Salvatore boarding house creaked open as Jeremy Gilbert looked on. He felt slightly uneasy because he could vaguely sense that something was wrong. He cautiously stepped over the threshold of the residence and walked into the living room. Nothing there seemed to be out of place, so he stepped into the kitchen and saw Elena's daylight ring sitting on the kitchen countertop. Jeremy stared at the ring for a few seconds as his mind tried to register what could have happened in the house. Finally, though, he figured out the most probable answer.

"Elena," he said wondrously. His eyes widened and he darted up the stairs, calling,

"Elena!" Jeremy froze when he reached the den and saw the extremely charred body of his sister.

"Elena," he said softly before the reality of what he was seeing settled in his mind.

"No, you can't do this to me. You're the only family I have left! You can't be dead too," Jeremy said in an aggravated tone of voice. Tears brimmed in his eyes and his vision blurred as his tears threatened to spill over onto his cheeks. He didn't notice Stefan appear behind him.

"Sorry, but she's gone and that's a good thing for you as well as the entire town," Stefan said nonchalantly. Jeremy spun around and saw that Stefan was completely unaffected by the sight of his dead ex-girlfriend on the floor.

"I thought you left town," Jeremy said.

"And I thought that you were dead," Stefan said.

"I was, until Bonnie brought me back. Now she's dead and the only real family that I have left is gone," Jeremy mumbled.

"You know what...I could help you fix that problem," Stefan said soothingly. Jeremy just stared at him and asked,

"How?" Stefan smiled.

"By killing you," he said. Before Jeremy could so much as react, Stefan plunged a wickedly sharp dagger straight through his heart.

"Why?" Jeremy gasped out as his blood gushed onto the floor.

"Because I'm not Stefan," Stefan said simply. Jeremy's eyes widened.

"Silas," he gasped out seconds before he closed his eyes and finally died for good. Silas smiled and yanked his dagger back out of Jeremy's heart. He bent down to wipe the blade clean on the rug that sat under the black, leather executive chair in the corner of the room and then sheathed the dagger again in a scabbard he had hanging from his belt. When he straightened again, he sensed a familiar presence in the room.

"Violetta, I know you're in here," Silas said to the presence in the room. There was no response, though the presence didn't move.

"Come out, come out wherever you are," Silas said in a sing-song voice.

"Come on, Violet. You know I would never hurt you. If I did want to hurt you, I would have done that long ago," Silas said when the presence still didn't answer him. He waited for a few more minutes before Violet finally came out from behind the bookshelf. Silas smiled at her.

"Hello again, Violetta," he said. Violet reluctantly smiled back at him.

"Hello, Silas," she replied.