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A man is walking through the woods near the church ruins with a backpack on his shoulders. He then suddenly hears the sounds of twigs snapping and turns around immediately, coming face to face with Harper, the vampire from the tomb, who was still starving from the lack of blood all these years.
"Jeez! You scared me." The man said his heart beating fast in his chest at the sudden fright.
"Do you know what day it is?" Harper asked the guy wanting to know how long he had been in that tomb.
"Saturday." The man answered with furrowed brows.
"And what year?" Harper asked the guy feeling his blood pump through his veins.
"It's 2010. Are you OK?" The man asked concerned.
"Thank you." Harper said.
"Wait, what's your name?" The man asked curiously.
"It's Harper, sir." Harper answered him.
The man inched closer to Harper, observing him with confusion and concern before he asked, "How did you get out here? And why are you dressed like that?"
"You seem like a very nice person. I'm sorry." Harper said feeling guilty for what he was going to do but he was too hungry to stop himself.
"Sorry for what?" Just as he asks this, Harper extends his fang and bites down on the man's neck as he screams loudly.
Once Harper knew the man was dead, he drops the guy to the ground guilty but satisfied now that he was finally full. He took the man's clothing before he pays himself down when a cell phone suddenly goes off in his pocket. Confused, Harper takes the phone out and throws it down on the ground before quickly leaving the woods.
Elena is sitting on the porch swing, her journal laid out on her lap and her phone up to her ear as she leaves Bonnie a voicemail. "Hey, Bonnie, it's me just checking in, seeing how you're doing. We miss you here. I hope you and Sheila are doing fine."
Jenna walks up onto the porch and stops to look at Elena while sipping her coffee as she finished the voicemail, "Come home soon. Love you."
When she hangs up, Jenna asks, "What are you doing out here? It's cold."
"Thinking, writing," Elena shrugged and Jenna nodded about to go back inside when Elena said, "Wait, Jenna, I was wondering...you said that you would do some digging about the adoption."
"Right," Jenna said having everything already ready.
"So did you? Dig?" Elena asked hopefully.
"Come on inside," Jenna said with a smile before walking back in the house with Elena following behind her. Jenna pulls out her laptop and sits down at the dining table as Elena stands next to her, removing her jacket. "Your dad kept everything from his medical practice. Records, logs, old appointment books." Jenna began explaining as he pulled out a journal and opened it, showing the page to Elena. "I found an entry from the night you were born. Patient and a birth date. Isobel Peterson."
"Do you think that's her real name?" Elena asked curiously."
Pregnant teenage runaway? Probably not. First name, maybe. But where'd she get Peterson? Classmate? Best friend? So I binged it." Jenna said as she pulled up the Internet and typed a name in the search engine. "I searched for all the Petersons in this area born the same year as Isobel, found 3-2 men and a woman, Trudie, who lived in Grove Hill, Virginia."
"That's not far from here." Elena said happy that she was now getting answers.
"Well, watch this." Jenna said as she then typed something else into the search engine and pulls up an image of Isobel from high school.
"Isobel." Elena smiled recognizing the picture. "She was a cheerleader."
"Trudie still lives there," Jenna said as she hands Elena a post-it note. "This is her address."
"What about Isobel?" Elena asked hoping there was something on her.
"I couldn't find anything about her." Jenna said apologetically and Elena looks disheartened as she sits down at the table. Jenna briefly paused then before choosing to tell her niece anyway, "Listen. There's something else. Mr. Saltzman, Ric, his wife was from around here, and her name was also Isobel."
"Wait. "Was," as in..." Elena trailed off not wanting to believe it.
"She died." Jenna said to her sadly.
"Steffie where are you going?" Lyra asked as she felt him get off the bed, she was so tired she couldn't even bother to open her eyes right now.
"Elena wants to talk to me. Don't worry I'll be back soon. Just get some rest in the meantime," Stefan said as he kissed her forehead, she mumbled an okay as he smiled at her fondly before leaving the room to go to Elena's.
Elena was putting away clothes in her drawer with Stefan standing behind her as they discuss this new turn of events.
"Alaric's wife might have been your mother?"
Elena sighed as she said, "It can't be true, right? I mean, the coincidence alone is just crazy." She turns around to look at Stefan and holds up the post-it note. "I have the address for her friend Trudie."
"You wanna talk to her," Stefan said understandingly.
"I don't know. I...I-I don't know. If it's true and they are the same person, that means that my birth mother is dead, and I don't know if I could handle that." Elena said stuttering on her words, she couldn't bare to think that not only had she lost her adoptive mother but her biological mother as well.
"Elena, did Jenna tell you anything about Alaric's wife? How she died?" Stefan questioned wanting to know if she had found out more than he already knew.
"Just that she was killed and the case was never solved." Elena answered and Stefan nods at this prior knowledge. Elena notices he didn't seem surprised and looks at him as she asked, "You knew that already?"
"The night at the school when he attacked me, he told me some things about her death." Stefan explained.
"Well..." Elena trailed off expectantly.
"No, no." Stefan said reassuringly as he gently grabs Elena's wrists. "It's not possible. The coincidence is...it's too much. Now, listen, if you do decide to go talk to Isobel's friend, I'll go with you. Okay?"
"I just don't know what I'm gonna do yet." Elena sighed wrapping her arms around Stefan's neck as he wrapped his around her lovingly.
"I should get going. I've got to check on how Lyra's doing and then deal with Damon." Stefan explained as he pulled away from the hug.
"How's he doing?" Elena asked concerned for him. She had meant to comfort him yesterday until the girl had went and hugged him instead before fainting in his arms dramatically, typical move to get in the guy's pants.
"He's dealing in his own way." Stefan said. that was the only thing he could come up with to explain what he knew Damon would be doing.
"What the bloody hell is going on in here?" A very tired and annoyed Lysandra came downstairs dresses in one of Stefan's shirts and boxers after having a shower. She had woken up hearing the damned music and reluctantly dragged herself to the bathroom before sluggishly walking downstairs, completely dead on her feet.
She then actually took a look round to see Damon feeding of a young sorority girl. There are other girls dancing to the song "Black Hearts (On Fire)" and literally all of them have bite marks up and down their bodies.
Damon hearing her voice removes his fangs from the girl before turning to her as he looked her over, lust in eyes before it changed to annoyance when he noticed she was wearing Stefan's clothes. "I thought I told you to wear my clothes more often." He pouted drunkenly.
"And soon you'll realize listening is not my forte." Lyra said tiredly as she walked towards the kitchen, she'd deal with what she saw later, right now her first priority hopefully lay in the kitchen. "Now I get that you're going through a hard time, believe me I get it but, seriously? I could have been upstairs in Stefan's bed, doing something so much more productive, like I don't know, sleeping, for instance."
"I thought you hated sleeping," Damon said with his brows furrowed.
"Contrary to popular belief, I actually like sleeping, it's like being dead without the commitment. Unfortunately though, my brain is just an idiot, who thinks that nighttime is the best time to torture me with the past. I mean seriously, it happened, we get it, don't want to relive it." Lysandra ranted, annoyed and tired and did she mention annoyed? She couldn't find the coffee. "Anyway back to what I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I was supposed to be sleeping and yet, because of you, here I am, with this stupid music blasting off my eardrums, which is really not helping with my killer headache and not only that, I don't see any coffee in this blasted kitchen of yours. Where is the coffee? How can you guys not have coffee? Tell me where the coffee is Damon before I actually try and kill you!"
"Oooh someone's feisty this morning." Damon said mockingly with a smirk on his face.
"Damon don't start with me right now. It's early, I'm grumpy, I want coffee." Lysandra snapped annoyed, God, she needed coffee.
"It's in the top left-hand cabinet," Damon answered after a few seconds of silence just to annoy her, but when she glared at him, he relented and finally told her.
Lysandra immediately opened the cabinet and squealed with happiness, "Yay! Coffee!" She quickly made a cup for herself before turning to Damon to ask if he wanted one only to see that he was staring right at her with the girl's wrist in his mouth. He pulled away for air as the girl asked, "How do I taste?"
"Oh, so much better than your friends. But shh. Don't tell them. They might get jealous." Damon said drunkenly as she walked back to the others.
"Oh God! My eyes! My poor innocent eyes! And not to mention my ears!" Lysandra groaned just as the lights switch on as Stefan entered the room.
"No! Buzzkill Bob." Damon groaned annoyed as Stefan turned the music off.
"Are you alright Lilah?" Stefan asked concerned as she stared blankly into her cup of coffee.
"I have no idea. The things I have heard today, God, I shall never be the same again." Lysandra groaned dramatically before she took a sip of her coffee and immediately a bright smile made its way across her face as she said, "Coffee is Life!"
"Don't mind her. She's like that in the morning." Stefan said to Damon who was watching her with furrowed brows, she went from angry, to ecstatic to horrified to dramatic and now she was happy.
"Can we talk?" Stefan asked Damon as Lysandra happily drank her coffee.
"Yeah." Damon said as he sat on the couch, his eyes straying to Lyra a little more than necessary.
"Without the Tri-Delts." Stefan said gesturing to the girls surrounding him.
"Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of them. They're really good at keeping secrets." Damon said but Stefan gets his way though as him and Damon are now conversing in the kitchen with Lyra sitting on the counter whilst the girls' lounge around on the sofas.
Damon has what's left of the bottle of Firewhiskey in his hand before pouting when he took the last sip of it.
"Here you go," Lysandra said as she pulled out her wand that she barely used, she was just too tired right now to bother using wandless magic so she tapped the decanter and it immediately refilled before tapping it again and putting her wand back in its holster that was glamoured to be invisible.
"Huh. Handy. Wait, was that a wand? As in a magic wand from fairytales?" Damon snorted at that.
"Don't judge. I can vanish that bottle just as easily." Lysandra threatened and he immediately shut up at that.
"Lyra seriously? He needs to be less drunk, you are not helping," Stefan groaned slightly, the firewhiskey got a person drunk faster than normal and Damon was not in the right state of mind for that right now.
"Oh come on Steffie, loosen up, they do say booze always mends a broken heart. Though in my case, it's coffee." Lysandra said with a smile that Stefan immediately saw through, the pain behind her eyes was obvious to all who knew her well enough.
"And then when you wake up in the morning with a hell of a headache, you're reminded that life isn't always as sunshine and rainbows as the bottle helps you believe." Stefan countered.
"True Steffie but that's why it's called living in the moment," Lysandra proclaimed as she lifted her cup to Damon's clanging them together before they each took a sip. Lysandra then saw Stefan's unimpressed face and nearly snorted into her drink before she said, "Sorry Steffie, by all means, do carry on."
"Hmm. I like you." Damon said to her with a smirk.
"Of course you do. I'm just that great. And as for what I think about you, ask me after this coffee," Lysandra said before turning her attention back to her cup.
"Your addiction to coffee is very unhealthy for someone your age," Stefan commented, for like the hundredth time, but does she listen? Absolutely not.
"I'm not addicted!" Lysandra said but at his raised eyebrow she pouted and said, "Ok maybe I am a little bit..." when his face didn't change she slumped in her seat and said, "...fine I am totally and utterly addicted to coffee. It's my life and you will not take that away from me." She wrapped her hands protectively around her coffee glaring at him, only managing to look adorable.
Stefan snorted and ruffled her hair as he said, "Wouldn't dream of it. I'd rather not get on the wrong end of your wand."
"Yeah, you really don't want that, the last person to do so is dead," Lysandra said all of a sudden serious.
"He's really gone?" Stefan asked gently.
"Yup. Won't ever be seen again, atleast not in my life time because I swear if that demented crazy-ass excuse for a wizard decides to miraculously come back to life and decide to take over the wizarding world, then I will break my wand, use plastic surgery to change my face and prepare to live my life as a muggle," Lysandra proclaimed then she drank the rest of her coffee before proceeding to pout at her empty cup, a face Damon couldn't help but think was adorable despite how confused he was about what the hell they were talking about. Wizarding World? Muggle? He had never felt so lost.
"Let's just hope that that will never happen and even if it did, I'll be right by your side this time around whether you'd chose to fight or go into hiding." Stefan said reassuringly.
Lysandra looked up at him with a smile on her face, a slight sheen of tears in her eyes before she jumped and hugged him, her arms and legs wrapped around his waist as he quickly held her before she could fall. "You are the bestest friend in the entire world!"
"I know," Stefan said with a smile as Damon watched the exchange with furrowed brows, not understanding why his grip had tightened around the bottle at the view of her in his brother's arms.
"Steffie! You were supposed to say it back. We were having a moment, and now it's all ruined!" Lysandra said dramatically as she slumped in his arms sadly.
"Stop being dramatic Lyra. You already know you're my best friend, honestly, sometimes you act so much like a child, it's a wonder you're actually 18," Stefan said with a roll of his eyes before Lysandra moved out of his arms in outrage.
"How could you say that to little old me? I thought...I thought we had chemistry," Lysandra said mock sadly as she wiped a fake tear from her eye.
"Sorry Lyra but I don't see you that way," Stefan said trying not to laugh at her dramatics and the fact that he was playing along.
"Not even physics?" Lysandra asked with a pout and he couldn't control his laughter at that as he shook his head at her.
"You are ridiculous," Stefan said fondly.
"Unless you want to get demoted from being my best friend to just friend I suggest you be nice to me," Lysandra said playfully.
"I'm always nice to you Lyra," Stefan said with a roll of his eyes.
"No, you're mean to me. I don't like you," Lysandra said turning away from him, he once again rolled his eyes which he often did around her, and turned her around to face him before nearly bursting out laughing. She had crossed her arms over her chest and was sulking with a pout on her face and she had never looked more like a child.
"That's because you love me," Stefan said kissing her forehead lovingly.
"Now where did you get such a ridiculous idea from? I mean, me? Loving you? Not a chance in hell. You're not my type sweetie," Lysandra said mockingly using the words that he had said to her.
Stefan sighed exasperatedly before he said, "Would you stop sulking if I apologize?"
"I am not sulking." Lysandra protested before proceeding to do just that.
"Tell that to your body, it doesn't seem to be getting the memo," Stefan said snorting in amusement as her pout increased.
"Shut up...Stefanie," Lysandra said mockingly.
Stefan raised an eyebrow at the name he had repeatedly warned her not to call him, "What was that?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing," Lysandra said immediately.
"No I think it was something. You didn't by any chance just call me what I think you called me, did you?" Stefan asked teasingly and one look into his eyes immediately had her scrambling off her seat, clearly seeing his intention behind his eyes. She squealed as he chased after her but his vampire speed gave him an unfair advantage and soon enough, he had grabbed her from behind and lifted her in the air as she squealed and squirmed in his grasp. He laughed before throwing her on the couch as the other girls were on the other one, she tried to get away but he was already on top of her. Soon enough she was laughing hysterically as he tickled her mercilessly.
"S-Steffie...st-stop...I'm sor...I'm sorry," Lysandra finally relented and apologized and he immediately let her go as she slumped into the sofa, a few giggles escaping her mouth even after he let her go. "You're horrible."
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Stefan asked and her eyes widened as she shook her head frantically saying, "I just said you're absolutely wonderful."
"Hmm. I know," Stefan smirked at her before he got off her and let her go as she picked herself up as well before flopping back down on the couch.
"You know what? I'm just going to stay here." Lysandra said tiredly.
"You do that Lyra, whilst I actually do what I had come here to do without you distracting me, like always," Stefan said rolling his eyes, again.
"It's not my fault I'm such a beautiful sight that you get distracted so easily." Lysandra said mock pompously.
Stefan laughed at that before he went back to the kitchen where Damon was still observing the both of them with a feeling inside of him that he couldn't quite put a name to.