*Brief Warning, Y/N will possibly be getting less page-time, starting now. You'll probably figure out why, but I'll explain more in the Author's Note.

*Also, Sex Scene, I'll mark the beginning of it with an asterisk. 

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Old Mystic Falls: Wilderness

Harper never knew how he was able to regain consciousness, here it is, moving his arms. A scent wafts through the air, and he catches a whiff of it. He keeps searching the ground with his hands until he feels something. He grabs it and brings it closer to his face, then the scent gets much, much stronger.

He doesn't know how blood got into a bad like this, but he doesn't question it when he drinks the entire thing up. He feels everything coming back to him, his touch, his smell, his breathing, his hearing, all of his senses... everything in his body comes back alive.

He finds himself in darkness, but is able to see through it clearly as he stands himself up and patrols the place he doesn't remember being in last. All he does remember is being carried away by those cruel men. 

While carrying himself around, he almost trips on a body his feet bump into, causing him to look down and see.... is that Damon Salvatore? Dead? He was turned into a Vampire? He has a stake in his chest, and his dead skin show clear signs of death. But... his corpse seems fresh, like it happened recently.

No wonder he suddenly felt that bag of blood, strangers must've been here.

He sees what looks like a doorway, and pushes through the stone with ease, opening the door that allows him to see in the outside world. 

It's bright, but there's no clouds, meaning that the sun isn't out yet. The thought makes him glance down as see that his daylight ring is still on his finger. That's good. 

He stumbles himself out of the tomb, where a dirty tunnel thankfully leads him out of the ground and onto the Earth's surface. There, he ambles around the woods, the ruins of the old town makes him confused how long it's been since he mummified. Hopefully, humanity's still left to help him out on that. 

He continues moseying along until he spots a man in clothes he has never seen before, hiking across the trees and the rest of mother nature. Hoping that his speed still works, he quickly dashes his way over to him before he loses his help.

When the man hears a root being crushed, he turns around and sees Harper behind him, causing him to slightly jump a little. "Geez, you scared me!" The man exclaims, though chuckles as if it's no big deal. 

"Do you know what day it is?" Harper wastes no time in asking the man, his voice slightly raspy as the blood he drank earlier was barely enough to get his body moving. The hiker, perplexed by the query, squints at him.

"It's Saturday." The man answers while clearly wondering why he's asking. Harper looks at the man's attire a second time, and realizes that, that probably won't be enough for him to go by. He'll need more knowledge than that.

 "And what year?"

"It's 2010." The man then answers with a now concerned look on his face for him. Two hundred years, Harper glances down as he quickly does the math and realizes that he's going to be completely out of his league in this new world. "Are you okay?" The hiker then asks him, having noticed how pale his ebony skin is, and how lost his questions seem to be.

However, Harper tries to avoid replying, worried he'll give his nature away. He just nods, grateful. "Thank you."

"Wait." The man stops him, still worried. "What's your name?" He asks him, causing Harper to blink at him in response. This... this white man wants to know his name? That's the first time he's ever heard it aside from the nice lady he met back then.

"It's Harper, sir."

"How did you get out here?" The hiker asks as he walks closer to him, looking him up and down as he realizes how much of a mess Harper seems to be. "And why are you dressed like that?"

Harper glances down at his ruined clothes, and deduces that they will now probably seem out of place in this new timeline. He looks back up and the man, and in a few seconds, his primal urges return to the surface.

"You seem like a really nice person." Harper comments, having never heard a man of his color look so worried for his well-being. It's a relief to see, hints that the Union actually won the war. And that makes what he has to do to survive all the more difficult. "I'm sorry."

The man blinks.

"Sorry for what?"

Harper then bites his neck....

And the man screams in agony.

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Mystic Falls: Gilbert Residence

Days after the funeral of Sheila Bennet has left anyone involved.... mixed inside their emotions, as it was more than just one person that died that night, it was two, and despite whatever feelings they felt about them, they were family, and now they're gone. It's not easy to move on from that. 

How ironic.

"Hey, Bonnie, it's me. Hust checking in, seeing how you're doing." Elena says into the phone, leaving what must be her tenth voice message since the poor girl has never responded to anyone's calls since.... since the incident. "We miss you here. Don't let your aunt drive you too crazy. Come home soon, love you."

Pocketing the phone, she's about to get back to the diary in front of her when a 1967 Chevy Impala pulls up right in front of the house's front lawn. The spot it picked shows some physical language that it came for this house and this house only.

When the driver door then opens, Elena Gilbert almost has to do a double-check when she sees who comes out of the driver's seat door. He's grown taller, but his features almost look like he's never missed a day. The second he looks up and shares eye-contact with her, a small grin creeps through his lips as he leans against the door.

"Well, good morning, Red."

"James?!" Elena exclaims, not believing it at first until the Bennet chuckles her reaction and walks over to her. There, Elena shoots up from the porch bench and engulfs him in a an admittedly tight hug. "Oh my gosh! It's actually you!"

"Okay, okay... ease up there, soldier." James says as his airways are getting crushed by her arms, prompting her to quickly let go with an 'oh'.  "Ow..... wooo... you really should've been on the female football team..." He comments before the two share a brief look, happy at the reunion. "How have you been?

"I've been better.... a lot better..." Elena answers honestly, now glad her eyes weren't deceiving her earlier. James empathetically  nods at that, knowing how relatable that sentence feels. "But what about you? I-I didn't think you were gonna come back. I didn't see you at Grams's funeral." 

"Yeah, I know. But.... I was there, I promise." James tells her with a small nod, glancing down as if sheepish that the mention of his grams. "I was just in the far back instead. I was.... ashamed." He confesses with a swallow, causing Elena to blink at him.

"Why?" Elena asks curiously, and James opens his mouth, but immediately closes it when he finds himself almost unable to give a clear answer.

"That's a.... very, very long story, Red." James tells her with a shrug, blatantly saying the he's got an entire paragraph she'd have to read if he actually gave the concrete reason as to why. "I don't think even the list I could write down would do it justice."

Elena bites her lip nervously as she nods, knowing that with everything that happened on her end, the feeling's most likely mutual. "Have you seen Bonnie?" She asks next, even though the answer is probably obvious.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, I tried talking to her, but... I didn't even get a 'hi' before she left with her aunt." He answers before letting out an exhale. Yup, it's as rough as he sounds. "I would've probably tried again, but... she'd probably just leave me half-dead on the front porch if I showed up at her aunt's place." 

"That, I believe." Elena comments, at the two share a silent chuckle before the front door to the house opens, interrupting their one-on-one.

"Alright, you two, break it up...." Aunt Jenna Gilbert playfully chimes in as she steps through the door, giving the visitor a polite smile. "Hello, James. You have not.... aged a day."

"Yeah, it's my secret. I'm an immortal Vampire." James quips with funny eyes, causing the two of them to laugh together while Elena does her best to chuckle without making it sound awkward. If only he knew, huh? 

"Alright, well, you wanna come in?" Jenna invites him, since she knows him well enough to know that he's no 'scum' Fell. "Me and Elena have to.... chat it up." She explains while giving the girl a readable look that tells her it's about you-know-who. 

"Obviously." James happily accepts as he glances around the house's exterior. "Is Jeremy home too?"

"Yup, but he's sleeping like a rock right now, and that's incredibly rare for him." Jenna answers while giving him a look that begs for him not to wake the boy. She re-opens the door for Elena, who walks in with a blank expression. "So... you know." 

"Got it." James understandably nods as he follows them inside. Taking off his winter jacket and setting on the living room couch, he then makes it way upstairs so he can at least use the bathroom. The drive's been unbearably longer than it probably should've been.

He goes in through Elena's side and drains his lizard. However, with his back turned, he doesn't notice the shadow of a hand leaning the only window's frame. On the other side, there's the sound of heavy breathing... as if the person is very interested on who's on the other side of it.

When James finishes and lifts down the toilet seat, the shadow is gone the second the man turns around to go wash his hands. 

However, when he looks up into the mirror, he sees that the lights to Elena's room are turned off... incredibly turned off.... as if the sun's not shining at this time of day. He turns around, confused, only to see it now being perfectly bright again.

He turns back towards the mirror, and it's dark again...... And a after James blinks a few time in bewilderment, he sees the small hints of a figure slowly tip-toeing into view. 

He snaps his head backwards again.... nothing.

Back to the mirror.... the darkness is gone. Everything's normal now.

What the heck was that?

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Old Mystic Falls: Wilderness

After fully draining the unfortunate hiker of his blood and leaving him for the animals to feast on, like just like how he was taught, Harper takes all of the man's clothes in replacement for his torn ones that would've brought unwanted attention upon himself. He does his best to look away from the man as he puts his clothes on top of his original ones, earnestly sad that he had to kill him. 

The only good thing to come of this, is that now, color has returned to his skin, and his throat doesn't feel so try anymore. But, all of that is selfish thoughts. Kind of like he was, when he accepted the Vampire's blood purely so he could get revenge on the people who once whipped him daily.

Finished, he then feels himself and notices how comfier these are in comparison to what he was forced to wear back in the time he was a slave. Part of him's even more glad he changed now, and wondering if he was purposefully put in poor clothes just because of what he looked like. 

Breaking him out of this thoughts is a sudden noise he hears is coming out of his person. His chest also suddenly starts vibrating, causing him to touch it and realize that it's coming from some kind of pocket coming from the man's jacket. People can put items in their clothes now? Who would've known that clothing could be upgraded like this.

He pulls out a strange object he doesn't recognize, and mentally panicking, just throws it away, causing it to land on the hiker's half-naked corpse. He doesn't want to injure himself, trying to decipher something he has no knowledge about.

With him now perfectly ready to learn about this new world, he continues his own hike through the woods. He leaves everything else the hiker carried near his body, since he probably won't need it. 

He needs to find what's left of Mystic Falls.

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Mystic Falls: L/N Manor

Alaric has barely seen Y/N around school seen the death of Damon Salvatore. In fact, he was absent two days in a row until the weekend came. This is why he's driving to the mansion right now and is passing the massive garage all the way to the front door which he knocks on. It takes more than just three minutes for a response, however, since the building's so large, Alaric gives it some time before knocking again. 

Finally, the door opens, and Y/N slowly opens the door, looking very.... different, since the last time he saw him. "Rick, hey..." Y/N tiredly greets as he rubs his face. There's purple shade all around his eyes, like he's barely gotten any sleep. And also... 

"Why is your shirt off?" Alaric questions with a raised brow as he notices that his pants are also a little loose, and it seems all that time it took to open the door may have been spent in putting his shoes on, because the laces are un-tied. "And where have you been?"

"Home.... and why do you think it's off?" Y/N responds before giving him a happily guilty expression. Alaric quickly puts two and two together and gives him a look. "But shh.... okay? They're sleeping." He tells them after during the gesture, widening the door to invite him in.

"They?" Alaric repeats his words, his brow raising even further. "Oh dear..." He mutters as he steps inside, seeing the possible 'action' that took place in the living room since at least half of each couch and chair's mattresses have been ripped off and left on the floor. "This is what you've been doing?"

"I had a hangover last night... because I was drinking the night before that." Y/N explains as his body stumbles around the living room as he finally finds the shirt he was missing, finally putting it on. "And school's, like, fucking boring. Why would I want a headache on top of another headache? Two headaches sound man, you know?" He comments, his weird speech mannerism causes Alaric to let out a clear, disappointed sigh. 

"Y/N..." 

"Besides, I was gonna hang myself anyway if Tyler asked me about Anna for a fourth time in a row." Y/N continues as he walks into the kitchen with the most exhausted eyes, opening up the fridge. "Like, yeah, I get it. I'm now one with him in terms of loneliness. I'm back in the single club, whoop-dee-doo. At least It wasn't because I sexually assaulted her. No, it was because she was a fucking Vampire who wanted her mother back. A mother who loves her, unlike mine, who just complains, complains, and complains that I don't do more to help the family's business."

"Y/N-"

"Not only that, but I've learned jack shit about the 'Wendigo spirit' inside of me." Y/N does not stop his rant, presenting air quotes when he mentions the supernatural. He pulls out a beer from the fridge before closing it and snapping the bottle open. "Every book and article in the world is about as useful as Jeremy when he was on one of his highs, or me in present time who's still waiting for Stefan and Bonnie to come over here and shove five knifes up my hole already, since I'm sure that's what they want to do right now. And frankly, I don't blame them. I wasted three months of my life, never realizing that I don't know about the mothersuckers as much as I thought. I'm nothing but-"

"Y/N, enough!" Alaric quickly cuts him off, swiping the beer bottle out of his hand before the teen can consider getting himself drunk again. "You can't keep doing this, you can't just self-sabotage yourself because of some girl trouble." He criticizes him as he steps away, avoid Y/N's weak attempts at taking it back. "Vampires are Vampires, okay? Their whole existence depends on lies. And, just so you know, the end of a bottle and threesomes doesn't help."

"Okay, agree with you on the second part, those hook-ups don't know physical affection if it back-hand slapped them...." Y/N holds up a finger, reluctantly seeing half his point. "But, in reality, the beer does help. It's making me forget about the constant hunger I can't sate ever since that comet flew through the sky."

"Y/N, you're not getting my point." Alaric tells him with a serious look. "And my point, is that you need a therapist."

"But... do I really?" Y/N questions with a skeptical look. "Because if you do the English, 'Therapist' has 'rapist' in the word, and if I recall correctly, that's very bad-"

"...And a power nap." Alaric just comments as Y/N mutters on, re-applying the mattresses to the couch before guiding the teenager over towards it by his shoulders. The boy probably didn't get much sleep anyway, if what he claims happened last night is true. "And while you do that, I'm going to figure out what happened to my wife." 

"Yeah, yeah, sure...." Y/N tiredly mumbles as he lets the man lay him down on the couch, who even tucks a pillow under his had for comfort. "You go do that..."

Rolling his eyes, Alaric exits the house, leaving the teen to hopefully have a glimpse of getting his shit together when he comes back.

But that might be too optimistic.

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Mystic Falls: Gilbert Residence

After having finished the bathroom, James decides to wait the rest of it outside, still slightly put off by that weird moment that happened in the house. It felt like some kind of hallucination, except that it broke every psyche rule that applied to it. At least out here, there's no narrow pathway for his mind to trick him in. 

Eventually, the door opens and Elena, back in her own winter attire, steps out after having that talk with Jenna. "Hey, Elena." James says her name, prompting her to realize that he's been out here the whole time. "I know the grill's closed for that bachelor thing, but I know another diner that's a little farther, if.... you know. You want free food." He offers, mentioning the last part to sweeten the pot. 

"Actually, can we.... go somewhere else?" Elena requests instead, causing James to blink at her.

"Where?" James asks, perplexed, prompting the girl to pull out a yellow note from her pocket and hand it to him, allowing him to see the addresses written on it. 

James look up at her with a brow.

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Grove Hill, Virginia:

Despite the initial complaints that followed about how James already had to drive six hours to Georgia, the conversation ended with them driving there anyway. Guess lunch will have to wait. 

"No, I've never seen Twilight." James drops a bomb-shell when they're half-way there, causing Elena to snap her head towards him with an extremely shocked expression. 

"You've never seen Twilight?" Elena quotes him with a seemingly shocked expression, to which James shamelessly shakes his head. "It's an entire franchise at this point, you haven't even accidently stumbled into one scene from it?"

"Well, I kinda got spoiled about many parts of it, like the Werewolf falling in love with a.... baby? Was it a baby?" James responds, which does make Elena admittedly make a weird face at that reference. "Besides, I've never watched an episode of Supernatural, either. So, it's not like I'm a big fan of the genre."

"Because you're scared of ghosts?" Elena teasingly asks, prompting James to give her a quick look.

"I'm not scared of ghosts."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are. Don't you remember that game of hide and seek at the farm?" Elena brings back up, successfully making James remember, if the eye roll he does is any indication. "You gave yourself and Jeremy away by screaming like a little-"

"Okay, that is just fake news, the screaming part." James instantly protests before Elena can go any further. "And, in my defense, Jeremy was making ghost sounds, okay? It was a really good impression."

"So, you know what ghosts sound like?" Elena questions with a skeptical brow, to which James pridefully nods.

"Yes, yes I do."

The two share a small laugh, only for the mood to die down a little been with an inevitable question pop into the Gilbert's mind. "Hey, um..... I didn't really want to ask this so soon, but I can't really hold it in, so...." She takes a big breath, knowing she's going to bring their smiles down with this one. "Why did you leave?"

James rolls his tongue along his teeth, knowing it was gonna come up sooner or later. "Well, it wasn't by choice..." He begins, briefly glancing at her sheepishly before his eyes go back on the road. "Uh.... it was at one of Duke's parties. And you know, the law doesn't apply over there, so I drank, drank some more, and some more... until eventually, I picked a fight with the wrong guy." He admits, his voice hinting that he's not proud of it. "Caused a big scene, almost got arrested, and my parents made me move out so I could get rehab. But I... never came back, because I figured that wasn't a good example to Bonnie. I needed to prove to myself I changed first before I leave New Orleans." He concludes, a mixed expression on his face. 

Elena doesn't know exactly what to feel when she hears something like that, wondering how she's only now learning about this fight today. However, she simply nods, giving him a sympathetic look, and James smiles back in response.

However.... that's because he made that entire thing up.

"I'm gonna miss him...." James suddenly says, prompting Elena to look up at him with curious brows. "Your dad, he..... he was the best, practically my second father." He then mentions, and the girl who now understands then nods in agreement. "I'm sorry I wasn't there when he died, I just... I was still-"

"I-It's okay, really." Elena immediately stops him from apologizing again, giving him an assuring smile. After everything she's been through, being 'more fun' doesn't feel like a priority anymore. Besides, she still got the support she needed. "And... I agree, he was."

After another half-hour, they finally arrive. 312 Boulder Avenue. James watches from the other side of the car as Elena looks at the note again before staring back at the house, her feet not moving as if she's scared to look. "You okay?" He asks the girl, who just nods, doesn't look back or anything, just nods. 

"I just.... need a minute..." Elena shakingly says, causing James walk up to her while wondering what's making her look like she's being haunted inside. "I've.... I've never been this nervous before."

"About a..... house?" James questions with a raised brow, wondering just what exactly he's being kept in the dark about. "Elena, you look great, and your hair is perfect if that's what you're-"

"James..."

"Okay, fine, I'll shut up." James drops his hands as he takes the hint, though he wishes Elena would just explain what the heck they are doing here in the first place. Is there a third cousin here or something? "Should've went to DQ...."

Elena finally finds the courage to get her feet moving, and the two step in front of the front door, where the girl freezes again before slowly raising her knuckles to knock. 

When the knocking finally happens, it takes a while, and Elena, seemingly thinking this is stupid now all of a sudden, turns around only for James to stop and give her a look before turning her back towards the door. He didn't drive here for nothing, and thankfully, it's rewarded with the door opening. 

A blonde woman stands on the other side, giving them a fixed smile as there's now an awkward until someone finally says something. "T-Trudie? Tru-Trudie Peterson?"

"Yes?"

"Uh, my name is Elena Gilbert. I..... wanted to talk to you a about Isobel Flemming." She introduces herself while James just stands there behind her, not needing him name as well. After all, he's just there to make sure she doesn't abandon the mission, whatever it is.

"Well, I haven't heard that name in years." Trudie humorously responds with a small chuckle, before giving her a curious look. "How do you know her?"

"I think that, um, well..." Elena styles her hair, still nervous as she knows she might sound crazy if her theory ends up being wrong. "Do you know if she had a baby that she gave up for adoption?"

That question seems to switch a lightbulb in the women's head, as Trudie scans Elena a second time before a realization comes before her. "My God.... you're her daughter."

"Wait, what?" James utters, caught off-guard as he didn't know this before. See, this is why he needs context. Elena gives him an apologetic look before turning back to the lady.

"I was just gonna make some tea, would you like some?" Trudie offers with a polite smile, to which Elena, grateful that she was right, nods.

"Sure."

"Uh, the kitchen's this way." Trudie says as an invitation before stepping to the aside to allow her in. Elena happily steps inside while James considers, but decides otherwise, getting a bad feeling about this place all of a sudden.

"I'm just gonna.... stay out here." James says in response to the woman's expecting look, who nods before closing the door. He then turns around and heads back towards the car, figuring he'll just chill there until Elena's finished her business.

He's not sure where the bad feeling came from, but.... better he moves his feet out here anyway. Leaning against his vehicle, he looks around the neighborhood. It makes him wish he moved out of New Orleans sooner, it feels very quiet in a good way out here. It's like when-

Wait...

The man snaps his head around, only for the presence he just felt a second ago to not be there. James glances around, but it's like he wasn't even there in the first place. What the heck? That was the second time, and he didn't even see anything.

Now he must be crazy....

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Salvatore Boarding House:

The back yard of the Salvatore Boarding House got a new decoration recently. As Stefan knows personally, since he was the one who had the 'honor' if that's the word you want to use, of creating a tombstone for his brother, only except there's no body under it. It's just.... a decoration. A reminder to himself of his past failures.

And you know what's funny? Despite everything he's done...... he wishes it all ended differently. 

His moment of peace is interrupted when his Vampire ears catch human footsteps tapping on the grass behind him. Reluctantly, he turns around to see that, out of all, people, It's Alaric Saltzman that decided to pay him a visit.

"I hope you didn't decide to come here alone." Stefan comments as he stares the teacher down with an unreadable expression, meaning that anything could happen in the next ten minutes. "Because that would be very stupid of you."

"Yeah, I know." Alaric acknowledges with a nod as he approaches the Vampire anyway. "But..... believe or not, I did."

Stefan mentally sighs as he glances back at the grave. "You know, I don't justify any of the things that he did. He's betrayed every single chance of redemption at every turn, no matter how many chances I give him..." He then turns back to Alaric. "But that doesn't mean I have to like the fact that I'm standing in front of the man who trained his killer."

"Yeah, I know that too..." Alaric comments with another nod. There's then a tense moment of silence, with Stefan's eyes clearly demanding that he spit out whatever bold reason that made him come here before something bad happens to him. Rick then slowly, to make it clear to him that he's not reaching for a weapon, pulls out a picture from his pocket, a copy of what Jenna showed him earlier today. "The girl on the left.... she was my wife."

Stefan gives him a look before taking it, looking to see why he was given this photo.

Then his eyes immediately flash in recognition. This is Elena's mother.

Stefan's eyes shoot back up at Alaric. "Why are you showing me this?"

"The last time I saw her, was when your recently deceased brother made a snack out of her in my living room. Then they disappeared." Alaric explains, the way he talks about him with venom doesn't strike a nice chord with Stefan, but he keeps his emotions in check for now. "All I wanna know is what happened to her. Then I'll go."

Stefan blinks at Alaric, almost impressed by how determined he seems, even if it means approaching someone that could snap their neck in two seconds. 

However.... Stefan doesn't give him an answer. Instead, he shoves the photo against Alaric's chest. His pupils cutting through the man's eyelids.

"Get out of my yard.... now." 

Alaric easily takes the hint, pocketing the photo back in before turning around and walking around the house once again, leaving Stean to continue staring at his brother's not-really resting place.

He then stops mid-walk.

 "You know.... despite it sounding funny to be coming from me..... I'm sorry for you loss." Alaric expresses to Stefan, being very genuine with those words. "I know how that feels."

He then finally leaves.

It was worth a shot.

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Grove Hill, Virginia:

James is still outside. As he taps on the top of his car, idly, he's beginning to realize that the bad feeling he had wasn't coming from the house, or the yard, or the woman, or any single thing. No, the entire area he's in gives off a bad aura. Is it the neighborhood? The grass? The fields? Is there some kind of magical presence he's only discovering now? 

How bad is it?  

His random and possibly pointless questions might end up bringing an answer, when he feels a small whispering in his left ear. Turning his head in that direction, he actually sees a person this time. A man, adult, just standing in the middle of the road, facing his direction. 

"Can I help you?" James asks the person out-loud, giving him a very pointed look. However, the man gives so kind of response, not even moving a muscle to acknowledge what he said. It's like he didn't even hear him. "Hello?" He calls out again, but still gets no response. At this point, he feels a little agitated. "Hey! You the one messing with me?!"

Silence....

The man just keeps standing there....

Staring.....

James waves his hands, trying to see if he's deaf or something.

Still nothing.....

It's like he's staring at a mannequin....

"Hey, James. It's time to go." He hears Elena's voice from his left, but at first, the man's too distracted by the man that is still staring at them without even blinking the past five minutes. "James? What...." She begins to question until she glances in the direction he's looking at and pauses as well. "Do you know him?"

James finally snaps out of it and turns to her. "You see him too?" He questions with a slightly shocked voice, to which Elena confirms with a nod. Now, the man doesn't know whether he should feel relieved or even more scared that he's not crazy. "Let's.... let's go." He then suggests, wanting to get out of here.

Elena nods as they both quickly get in their respective seats in front. The second they begin driving away, the man finally moves, walking forward like it was commanded by a remote. 

What the heck, man?

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Mystic Falls: Bar

You know, maybe it  could be argued that Y/N's had enough to drink for tonight. But honestly, there is no 'enough' at this moment. His mind is still plagued with a disease, so until it's fogged up, he's going to keep curing it. And hey, look on the bright side. There's no more talk of Vampires, no more thinking of it. Maybe some day, he'll be talking with the boys more frequently just like he used to. Yeah.... that sounds nice. 

 Having to piss real bad, and also slightly agreeing that he should head out before the people who own the joint learn the truth, he makes his way out through the back door. It's closest to his motorbike, and it allows him to kill two birds with one stone.

"I hope you weren't thinking about driving your way back." A man comments out of nowhere, and Y/N staggers a bit when he almost bumps into Stefan Salvatore, who does some kind of Batman entrance on him. 

"I'm not that drunk...." Y/N tiredly claims as he steps away from his personal space, though the way he can barely keep himself straight says otherwise. "So... finally come to get some payback? Well earned, I guess."

"No, but I thought about it." Stefan answers with a blank expression, prompting Y/N to hum in a way that substitutes for laughing. "I need to talk with you."

"Talk.... I hate talk, every time we talk nowadays, it's always about Damon." Y/N complains with a shake of his head. "Just Damon, Damon, Damon, Damon. We can't kill him, this, but I hate him, that, it's all old."  He then turns around and, without a care for the monster next to him, just unzips his pants and begins draining his bacon right there in front of him. "Please say it's something else...."

"There's been another body." Stefan gets straight to the point, not showing any visible reaction to Y/N's poor manners. "Well, not confirmed. I was in the hoods, collecting rocks for....." He pauses mid-sentence, not wanting to get that personal with him. "... for something, when I found him, a blatant wound on his neck, drained of blood. Another Vampire attack."

"Already? Wow, guess I should apologize for Sam for joking about how he should've quitted while he was ahead." Y/N quips with an asshole-ish laugh, finally done as he zips his pants back up and turns back towards Stefan. "Let me ask you something..... have you ever been had a weird feeling where, even though you've kind of only met someone for a few weeks, you think a future with them will actually be long lasting.... only for your heart to be ripped out like a Vampire does it? Only that they don't drink it, or leave. Instead, they just.... stare at you, feeding off of your pain."

"More than you know." Stefan answers easily, to which Y/N hums in acknowledgment. 

"Yeah, I guessed as much."

"When was the last time you've seen Anna?" Stefan interrogates Y/N, who looks up with a thinking face before just attempting to walk out of the alley in a way to say, 'please don't bother me with this again'. However, the Vampire immediately steps in his way. "If Anna is trying to feed her mother blood, they could get more people killed. They could hurt Elena, or her friends. It'll be a killing spree all over again."

"You mean Damon's killing spree? The one that ended with a stake in Vicki's heart?" Y/N corrects Stefan, knowing full well who he was trying to reference without saying a name. "Besides, Anna left town with her mother, she wouldn't risk them both getting caught after the last psycho that started drinking people in this town and had to cover his tracks three-times over-

Before he can finish, Stefan abruptly grabs Y/N by the chest and slams his back against the wall and Vampiristic-speed. The guy gasps as he struggles against the Vampire's hold to no avail. "We may agree on what Damon has done, but if we're gonna mutually understand each other, there has to be some ground rules..." Stefan tells Y/N, who glares at him in return. "You will speak about my brother with some respect..." He growls before letting go, allowing Y/N to fall on his ass with a small thud.

Y/N groans as bit, with Stefan disappearing the second he blinks. He does his best to stand up, but finds a bit of trouble doing so.

"Fuck...."

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Grove Hill, Virginia:

The doorbell rings, and Trudie Peterson goes to answer it. The conversation she had with a Elena took an uneasy turn when she revealed that she knew about Vampires, same as her. With the 'promise' she made to certain people. She panicked, and.... well, you know, basically kicked her out.

When she opens the door, she finds a man she doesn't recognize standing in front of her. "May I help you?"

"Thank you for the text." The man tells her, causing Trudie to get some small goosebumps through her skin. He's.... he's one of her associates. 

"You're welcome." Trudie replies after getting herself together in a few seconds. She's slightly caught off-guard to see him here under daylight, but knowing his kind, best not to ask any unnecessary questions. "I didn't tell her anything. I-I kept my promise." She insists to the man, who nods.

"Good." 

"The girl, though, she-she knew something." Trudie then relays to him, though the man doesn't visibly react at that.

"That won't be a problem." The man calmly says, professional as one can be. "She won't get any closer to the truth." He tells her, to which Trudie shakingly nods as if understanding what that means.

"G-Good. So, I'm done?"

"Yes, you're done." The man confirms with a smile, to which Trudie tries to politely return before closing the door....

 Only for the man to put his hand on it.

"No! I won't invite you it! You can't come in." Trudie shouts as she keeps pushing the door while the man fights against her. It's now clear that he didn't simply come here for a simple report. The man simply smirks at this though, and kicks the door hard, forcing it open and causing the woman to fall onto the floor. She watches in horror as the stranger casually steps in, revealing he's not a Vampire. "I don't understand... I did what you told me.... I did my part!"

"And now I have to do mine." The man calmly replies with a suggestive hint of a threat, prompting Trudie to force herself up and run up the stairs. The man quickly follows however and ends up catching up to her easily. 

He grabs her by the hood of her jacket and throws her back down the stairs. When she reaches the bottom floor, she lands on her head, which sharply twists in a nasty crack. Her neck is snapped so hard, the bone is visible under the skin, and blood flows on her door matt. 

Finished, the compelled man calmly walks out.

Now he has another thing to do.

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Mystic Falls: Town Square

He still can't believe it. Even though Harper saw hints of non-slavery values in the new world, he was still incredibly nervous to had into town, worried that he would be whipped on sight or that he would have to defend himself. But instead, he seems to barely be noticed. When he walks pasts the interesting looking buildings with windows that display goods on them, all he gets is glances and polite smiles. It's like... he's just an ordinary human. 

However, that doesn't change the fact that he's lost. 

Finding himself in some kind of park with a statue in the middle, Harper continues walking around, still trying to figure out what his next move's gonna be when he finishes exploring this new city. 

But it's... it's so hard to concentrate. There are people on moving machines he's never seen before, people casually jogging around the roads and pathways made out of concrete, people with those objects the hiker had but in different shapes, putting them out to their ears and talking as if expecting someone to talk back, and reacting as so. People holding suitcases, as well as bags that are much tinier than the ones he remembers. There's a guy rolling down on some kind of board with wheels, and a guy holding up another strange object he doesn't recognize and two people on the other side of it, smiling at it.

It's all so interesting.... yet intimidating at the same time.

As he continues to spin his head around, he accidently makes eye contact with one woman who seems to notice his stressed expression, giving him a knowing look. It takes a few seconds, but he manages to understand her with that one look.

She nods.

And he nods back.

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Mystic Falls: Salvatore Boarding House

James and Elena eventually finds themselves back in town, though at this point, the sun has now fallen, marking officially that the former just want on a road trip just to go on another road trip. Maybe he should just quit college, forget his dreams in the medical field, and become a taxi driver instead.

While he drives, Elena's sitting next to him on the phone, presumably talking with the guy she mentioned maybe once or twice on the road. "Hey, Stefan, um.... I went to Isobel, I'm sorry, I didn't plan it, it was just a quick decision thing. I'm on my way back if you want to talk about it. Bye." She leaves a message before pocketing her phone, leaving James to have to guess.

"So.... guessing game.... that was your new boyfriend, right?" James guesses correctly, glancing at Elena with a curious smirk. "Matt didn't work out?"

"No...." Elena answers with a shake of her head, before resting it on the window as the hour long driving is making her tired. "I felt really bad at first, after all, It seemed like I just threw four years down the drain. But, in the end.... We both moved on, found different people..." She looks at James with a tiny smile. "Matt's with Caroline now."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, back up, remind and resume!" James instantly holds up a hand the second he hears that, blinking rapidly at Elena. "Caroline Forbes? The bitch who thinks she's in a Mega-Cappa-Beta sorority house? He boned her?"

"James!"

"What? It's true! That girl literally commented that I was gonna make it to the big leagues, just because I looked like Michael B. Jordan."  James mentions, sticking to his guns. "Not only that, but when she heard I wanted to be a doctor, she assumed I did it because I was on an eternal mission to stalk you like you were the Bella Swan to my Edward Cullen." 

"Okay, that...." Elena plans to argue at first, but sighs in slight defeat. "That is true, but Caroline's a different person now. Or... at least, less, that." She claims, to which James skeptically nods and hums. "I'm serious."

"Alright, alright, I'll believe it when I see it." James responds with a small shrugs, chuckling due to still not buying it. A few seconds after, he gets back to the original topic he was trying to discuss. "So, uh.... the Stefan guy. How'd you meet?" He asks her, a human thing to be curious about since he's never heard of him, and it seems like he's going to be bumping into him eventually. 

"Beginning of the semester, right after summer break." Elena answers, once again beginning to smile as that memory feels like heaven compared to the rest of it. Minor teenager stuff, boys and girls, stupidly thinking that they can't become friends with one-another without at least one date and kiss. "It was kind of awkward, really, he.... caught me leaving the boys bathroom after I finished scolding Jeremy for his drug habit."

"Ah, I see...." James listens with a nod, before a teasing smile creeps through his cheeks. "Yeah, right, and you dropped your books, and he offered to help, and you both bumped heads, made eye contact, and you already knew you wanted to marry this man-"

"Hey, shut up!" Elena sheepishly punches him softly in the shoulder as James laughs at her blushing reaction. The girl seems to be smiling too though, guess sometimes stereotypes get it right. After they both get it out and the laughter dies down, there's then a peaceful moment of silence which includes her staring at the man driving with a genuine smile. "I hope you're staying for a while..." She then tells him, prompting James to glance at her with a raised brow. "I'm glad your back."

"Me too." James agreeingly says with a nod. The massive boarding house then comes into view and James pulls it around to find a parking spot. "Should definitely catch up with the boys, see how they're doing. I heard things went bad with Football after an animal tore Couch Tanner in half...." He lets out a sight at the mention of death. "Rough stuff."

The second he parks, the front door to the mansion opens, and Stefan Salvatore steps out, prompting both Elena and James to step out. "Stefan, there you are." Elena says as the two quickly approach each other and share a strong hug. "I'm sorry, I knew you wanted to come with-"

"Don't sweat it, it's fine, really." Stefan quickly assures her with a smile, before looking over and seeing the other guy next to the car, prompting Elena to glance between the both of them.

"James, this is Stefan." Elena gets to introducing, since as mentioned, they will be meeting with one another on frequent occasions. "Stefan, this is James Bennet, Bonnie's older brother. He's..."

"Your childhood friend, I remember." Stefan finishes her sentence, giving a polite nod James's way as he walks over towards him and extends his hand. "Really nice to meet you, Elena says you were the star of the team, makes me wish I moved her sooner to play with you."

"Likewise." James replies as he shakes his hand....

His muscles tense up a bit the second their skin makes contact with each other.

"I'm really sorry your loss." Stefan expresses his sympathies to him. "Sheila and I..... we started getting along a few days before.... before she suddenly passed away." He mentions to the Bennet, his face seemingly earnest though he obviously keeps certain details out of his sentence. "So, I'm... very sorry."

"Yeah, yeah.... thank you." James half-responds with a nod, Elena unable to help but notice that his body language has changed a little bit the second they shook hands. "Anyway, I gotta get going, I know Mom and Dad are begging for me to make a visit, so...." He then steps back into his impala, before giving an 'eyes on you' gesture to the both of them. "See you when I see you."

He then drives away, eventually allowing his fixed expression to drop. 

Stefan Salvatore....

He does not like that guy.

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Mystic Falls: Mystic Grill

So yeah, he's not that stupid, he walked his way around town instead of getting himself in a accident or crash his motorbike into a tree. He decided to just find the Grill and sit on one of the benches nearby as he looks at nothing while thinking about what he's going to do, and his interaction with Stefan. 

And... drink a little bit more. It's not like he's gonna bring anyone home this time, no girl can prove to be that good of a distraction. 

"Hey man, you need a ride?" Matt questions as he passes him outside, seemingly pausing his shift as a bus boy just to check up on him. "There's a booth in the Grill, I can phone you a taxi really quick."

Y/N, glancing up in acknowledgement, nods in response. "I'll call it later..." He tells Matt while taking another drink of his bottle that's wrapped around with a towel to hide the 'Rolling Rock' cover on it. "I like it here, it helps me think..."

Matt slowly nods, a conflicted expression blatant on his face. Although he's never talked with the guys in a while, putting two and two together is easy. "Hey man. There's plenty of fish in the sea, and you're an eighteen-and-a-half-year-old guy who has, like, a hundred or more years left to live. Don't destroy your own life because of one girl."

With that, he then heads back into the Grill to continue his job, leaving Y/N alone with his thoughts.

"I know...."

But when he looks around, seeing one couple holding hands, another sneaking off into that secret spot in the Grill where no one's guaranteed to see them, he constantly gets reminded of Anna. And it's like a clown mocking him for the laughs of his audience. That's why he keeps drinking, to get his head fuzzy, to make him forget.

Yeah, if only it was that easy....

"Bad day?" He hears a woman speak as she comes up from the top right of his vision, and he looks up to see a stranger her doesn't recognize. Still, he nods in confirmation.

"Could be bad-er, if that makes any sense...." Y/N remarks with a small shrug, taking another gulp of his drink. The woman creeps a tiny smirk before sitting right next to him. He doesn't question it though.

"Same for me. I just heard that one my old friends with high school, well.... kicked the bucket." The woman shares with him as she leans against the bench, to which Y/N sympathetically hums. "She fell down the steps. That's.... very un-like her."

"Yeah, I hate it when that happens." Y/N comments without any filter, failing to sound sad in the slightest. Probably because he knows better. "So, who'd you compel to do it?" He then asks her, causing the woman to look at him with a slightly shocked expression. "Oh don't give me that, I've literally been manipulated by two Vampire women, back-to-back. One was willingly, the other was.... not-so-willingly." 

"Can you blame them?" The woman questions with a shameless shrug. "This town literally has a secret force that kills our kind on sight."

"One of them, I most certainty can." Y/N confidently responds, before giving her a look. With the dead hiker that Stefan mentioned, he was able to guess it fairly easily. Plus, Anna literally approached him this way, sort of. "So, what's your name?"

The woman smiles at him, amused.

"Isobel." She finally introduces herself. The fact that Y/N isn't being hostile the second he's confirmed to be talking with a Vampire right now is interesting, yet it's probably because he's given up on his motivations at this point. "I actually don't know what yours is, believe or not..."

"Y/N." The guy answers with a genuine friendly look on his face, probably just because his 'thoughts' were becoming old friends at this point. "Who, uh... what's the agenda? Lost relative? Information?" He takes another swig. "A Vampire you need out of the tomb?"

"Research." Isobel answers honestly, slightly turning her body towards him. "What if I told you that I risked coming back here because I know what you are?" She then brings up, causing Y/N to eye her curiously. "All I know is the name.... but I wanna know more."

"Well, get in line, miss, because I've been trying to find that out all the time when I'm not planning another Vampire's death." Y/N sarcastically remarks as he takes another drink. "All I've got is history, nothing else."

"That's because nobody has really seen the real thing and lived to tell about it. And luckily for you, it's once was my job to learn about the real thing." Isobel comments, prompting Y/N to give her a look. What the heck is that supposed to mean for him, exactly? The woman smiles professionally and stands up.

"Here, come with me?" 

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Mystic Falls: Town Square

The man still has another objective he must complete. He drives back to Mystic Falls, a town he doesn't know, nor does it matter. He looks around, going from place to place until he hands what he was looking for. There was two visitors to Trudie Peterson, but he only needs to find one, Elena Gilbert.

Eventually, he spots her, walking down the sidewalk with another man he doesn't care to know. Instead, he just stops his car, no bothering to find a proper parking spot for it and walks over to her. During which, he hears them talking about something.

"He came here because of his wife.... He thinks he was killed by a Vampire."

"Oh my gosh, I-"

The man uncaringly interrupts their chat, by suddenly appearing in their path almost causing them to bump into him. The sight of him causes Elena to freeze. "I have a message for you." He tells her as the girl blinks in confusion.

"W-What?"

"Who are you?" Stefan questions him as he puts a protective hand on Elena's chest, sensing the danger behind this man. He ignores him, however, and continues speaking to the Gilbert.

"Stop looking." He orders her, causing the girl to blink at him again.

"Stop looking for what?"

"She doesn't want to know you. She doesn't want to talk to you." He shares the message with her, and the mention of the messenger's gender seems to make Elena realize who he's talking about.

"Isobel?"

"You need to stop looking. Do you understand?"

"She's alive? Does that mean that she's a..."

"Elena, he's under compulsion." Stefan points out, seeing how void the man's eyes are. This man doesn't even seem to remember who he really is. He's just a mindless soldier. 

"Do you understand?" The man repeats his question, to which Elena, getting the hint, nods.

"Yes, I do."

"Good." The man nods, satisfied. He glances over at the traffic before giving Elena some parting words. "I'm done now."

He then steps into the road..... and gets himself run over by a massive truck.

His blood accidently splashes itself onto both Stefan and Elena, stunning them.

They got the message.

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Mystic Falls: Motel

"And then it just..... comes out of me." Y/N finds himself spilling all of this information to Isobel as she writes something down on the paper she has in front of her. He doesn't know how she's doing it, since he's not under any compulsion, but here he is. "Every time I'm angry, or I feel like I'm about to die, my body just.... explodes like that, then my eyes feel like they're burning, and I become much stronger than I usually am."

Isobel hums as she considers this for a brief second, seeing a weird of similarity to him and Vampires. "Do you always get angry? Or at least frustrated?"

"No, I mean, yes..." Y/N stutters a bit, shaking his head as he feels mentally cluttered inside. "Sort of, I don't know. I mean, I never really snapped at put my hands on Tyler like that before. And I never punched a guy just because he said something bad about my parents, even if they probably deserved it." He mentions with a sigh, it's like these emotions get eaten up, and then digested to become one with him. "It takes a while for me to calm down...."

"I see...." Isobel mumbles as she writes something down, before looking back up at his face and seeing how much talking about this is bringing out his insides. "Hey..... are you okay?" She then suddenly asks him, causing Y/N to snap his head towards him perplexed, before chuckling bitterly.

"No, no I'm not." Y/N confirms with a shake of his head, looking down at the floor, causing Isobel to set her papers down and scan him with a curious expression. "My friend's grandmother died, I practically got dumped in the most harsh way possible, and I lost someone else I didn't think I'd be caring about, all in one day and night." He lists down with a small exhale. "And the cherry on top.... I don't see a bright light at the end of the tunnel." He then adds, referencing Damon's death at his hands.

He feels... he feels her hands on his shoulders, but he doesn't viably react. Instead, he almost leans into it. "My mom doesn't help at all, she's never gonna come back from her 'business' or call for anything other than the house. In fact... I think she's glad that dad passed away." He sucks in a breath, now feeling Isobel's hand rubs circles along his back. "I feel... used, and.... lonely, and..... like nothing."

"Shh..." Isobel shushes quietly, like a whisper in Y/N's ear, before softly guiding his head onto her lap. He's about to stop her at first, but abruptly decides not to. A strong sense of blissful silence take over him as he feels the woman's fingers rub against his skull like a brush.

"It's so quiet...." Y/N quietly says out loud, talking about his brain. He feels almost nothing in his emotions, too. This is what he was trying to get the entire week, but.... only now is it finally coming to life. "There's nothing screaming at me anymore... I don't even remember who I was mad about..."

"That's good. Don't think..." Isobel silently encourages with a whisper, knowing that this boy was never treated like this for his entire childhood. He needs this. "Just focus on me...." She instructs him, and Y/N ends up obeying, his eyes blink a bit before they look up at her.

"How'd you do it?" Y/N asks her with a curious voice, genuinely wanting to know how he's turned off his mind like this. The drinks never worked? But she did? 

"I guess it's just a gift I have." Isobel answers with a mental shrug, proudly smirking as she continues comforting Y/N's hair with her fingers. "Also, you look like you need it..." She adds, brushing against his cheek.

Y/N notices he her head leans downward...

She kisses him...

And he kisses back.

"No...." Y/N quickly shoots himself up, his brain ringing alarm bells in his head as he sits back up. "S-Something's wrong. I-I feel like I should be recognizing you from somewhere, and... I-I get the feeling that I shouldn't be doing this." He mentions, but his brain can't put the pieces together.

"You're thinking again...." Isobel whispers, putting hand on his shoulder again and giving him a oddly caring look. "Don't do that." She discourages with a shake of her head, her fingers wrapping around his neck to pull him closer. 

Aw, fuck it....

*****

The two kiss again, and this time, Y/N gives in to the dark side of him. Isobel helps take off his jacket, and then his shirt, which he accepts. She does the same with her coat and shirt, and the two kick off their shoes before scooting themselves into more suitable positions on the bed.

Isobel gives him an encouraging smile, softly holding his cheek before resuming the kiss. The two eventually begin leaning into each other more and more with each time their lips come in contact, till the point that there's no distance between them.

At one point, she slowly lays him down on his back, before stripping off her bra right in front of him, not bothering with trying to handle the buttons. She then leans back onto him, and the two resume their session. Now, none of them are holding back.

During which, while looking down at him, Isobel's finger still rub against Y/N's scalp as if she's still taking care of him. And frankly, that's definitely how it feels like to the guy. His senses and alarm bells have all been turned off for this moment.

Eventually, rubbing their bodies against each other isn't enough, and soon, the two quickly get to work with getting rid of the other layers they don't have any use for anymore. All while still being able to frequently kiss at the same time.

Once they are gone and tossed onto the floor, Isobel moves herself on top of Y/N. The guy opens his mouth, but she quickly puts a finger on it and shushes him, pretty much saying that it's time for her to really take care of him now. He quickly understands and allows the woman to slowly trail her hand back to his chest, which will help her stay up straight. 

Once she knows she's at the proper target, she slowly lowers herself. And unlike the others Y/N's previously been with, she doesn't just jump straight to jumping. She takes her time, teasing him greatly by going slowly even when she goes all the way down, and then goes back up. She gives him a look that says to stay perfectly still as she continues going very, very slowly. 

 When she feels his cock getting bigger while inside, Isobel swears a little bit, before getting the hint to start going faster. She pushes on his chest harder, and her increased speed gives Y/N permission to grab her hips as things escalate. 

She then begins going even faster, feeling the pressure increasing a lot more quickly that she previously expected it to be. She quietly swears again, unable to hide how off-guard her lust has been caught. She did not expect it to be thing good, and her expression showing this serves to fuel Y/N's ego. 

And he suddenly kicks it up to the max. The woman's original dominant facade begins to crumble as she holds onto him tighter right until they find themselves at the final act. Where there's one big bang before it all ends.

And the two both collapse onto the bed sheets. 

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Once it's over, Isobel, despite being sweaty and needing a few deep breaths, pulls a possibly confused Y/N over to her, holding him in a comforting way before he can say anything. He rubs her hands along his body, whispering words into his ear to make him fall asleep.

And eventually, he does.

And there's no thoughts of Anna whatsoever.

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Mystic Falls: Wilderness

Harper was told to come to this specific location in the woods. A house that once belonged to an old hunter before the owner was... evicted. Again, he's not sure if he liked the idea of killing someone just for a necessity, but in a world as dark as this, it probably had to be done if they wanted to keep themselves hidden.

It's dark and slightly foggy out here, possibly from one of his kind's doing, but with his feats, he can easily see through all of that and follow the path without ever getting lost.

Eventually, he spots it, a house in the middle of nowhere. He knocks on the door, which appears to be see-through from both sides, and the woman she saw earlier is the one who comes over to see who it is. 

Once she recognizes him, she smiles and doesn't hesitate in opening the door for him. However, there's a slight problem, this isn't technically their house. "Pearl! It's Harper!" The woman turns around and calls for, announcing his presence. And at long lost, the woman herself walks over to greet him, along with her daughter, Annabelle. 

"I'm glad you found us." Pearl says to him with an earnest smile, before tapping on a human woman's shoulder who walks past. "Ms. Gibbons, this gentleman is a friend of mine. May he come in?" She requests, though the answer should be quite obvious. 

"Any friend of Pearl's is a friend of mine." The woman happily tells her, clearly under compulsion if the circumstances are to be correct. "Please do. Come in." She invites him, and Harper gratefully nods in response as he's now allowed to put his fit through the door.

"Annabelle, close the door, please." Pearl requsts, and Anna nods, closing the second Harper passes her with a polite nod. 

They are now complete.

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(A/N) Alright, there we go, new chapter! And we've now welcomed the new OC, James Bennet, to the fanfic cast. 

Well, you guys asked for the whole thing, so the whole thing you got. As you can see, I don't really get too, too vulgar. It's not supposed to be porn, so I'm not gonna use the dirtiest words in the book.

Also, if you want to learn everything about James immediately, instead of having it be explained to you more and more as we go on, check out @dreammaster6 OC shop for the full bio. 

As you can see, I've pretty much used this beginning episode to fuel the seeds of love related drama for the rest of the season, so be ready to strap in, because this might be a bump ride.

Plz vote and comment, any counts as feedback, and I'll see you in the next one.