When the gang arrived back in Mystic Falls Jeremy took off to the library to catch up on his paper for history.

Looking at the paper in his hand he headed upstairs into what he was told the reference section that contained the papers of everything that had happened in town.

Getting upstairs he went to the right and entered the first aisle he came to. As he stood looking at the books a pile of them suddenly landed at his feet.

Running his hand through his hair he bent down to pick them up.

"Oh my god I am so sorry," came a frantic apologetic voice from behind him.

"There was this one book wedged between the other and I pulled and then kaplunk kaboom, are you okay?,"

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine,"

"Okay," she said as they both bent down to pick up the last of the books only to clunk foreheads.

"I'm Anna," she introduced as they laughed at the irony of the moment.

"Jeremy,"

"This aisle is local and state history, and civil war is one over," Anna pointed out as she and Jeremy walked around the library.

"What do you need?,"

"Local, 1860's, do you work here?,"

"Nope, you want reference, home schooled, I study here for a mock school environment. Here we go," Anna stopped in front of section of books pointing them out to Jeremy.

"Original settlers, town archives, founder's stuff, it's all here. So what's your topic?,"

"The town's fear and surrounding the war and how it influenced certain writers of the time,"

"You might want to focus that,"

"The origins of local folk lore and myths,"

"You mean the vampires," and it was with the way she said vampires so freely and with a smile that he knew she was one.

So far she hadn't hurt him so he decided to remain nice to her but would be for sure telling the family when he got home.

"You're kidding me right? There's no such thing as vampires,"

"Well there's not a lot of documentation but stories have been told since the Civil War. My grand dad use to tell me all these creepy stories when I was little, and he said that his granddad told them to him,"

"That would be folk lore. Vampires are a metaphor for the demons of the day,"

"Which are?,"

"The union soldiers. I've read the stories, they talk about the enemy. The demons that attack at night,"

"That sounds like vampires to me,"

"Allegorical vampires which is what it is. Creative expression during a very volatile time. I mean a country at war doesn't want realism, they want fantasy. Thus vampire fiction,"

"Man you're smart, I gotta give it to you when I first saw you I missed it,"

"Yeah I've, I've had a rough go of it lately but i'm just now getting back to my old self,"

"Well good luck on your paper I gotta get home. My great grandfather actually showed me a journal once of an ancestor, and he had written all of this creepy stuff about vampires. It was actually really believable,"

"Wait a journal?,"

"Yeah why?,"

"Are you sure you have to go?," Jeremy was interested now in what he could learn from his time with Anna.

They had split up and had met up later that evening at the grill to talk.

"You have no idea where the journal is?,"

"Nope, gramps died and all the kids split his stuff. I can ask,"

"I just find it weird our ancestors kept the same kind of journals, it's crazy,"

"Maybe it's based in some sort of partial reality,"

"No it's gotta be metaphorical I mean my ancestor wrote short stories,"

"So that's why you're hung up on the fiction of it,"

"No I'm hung up on the fiction of it all cause I've seen the Lost Boys and Near Dark like fifty times,"

"Are those movies? Hey I've never seen them. Maybe we can have a fright night and rent a whole bunch of vampire movies,"

"Yeah, yeah sure,"

"Why does that sound like a 'No way in hell'?. Sorry I'm blunt,"

"No, no it's I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I just recently got out of something it's a little too soon you know,"

"No please sure. Yeah no worries I meant as friends. So yeah. Look I really got to go so, nice meeting you Jeremy," Anna said grabbing her bag and walking away.