"Good Morning everyone," the new history teacher began. "Alrighty," he turned to the chalkboard.

"Alaric Saltzman," he spoke after writing it on the board, "It's a mouthful, I know. Doesn't exactly roll off the tongue. Saltzman is of German origin. My family emigrated here in 1755 to Texas. I, however, was born and raised in Boston. Now the name Alaric belongs to a very dead great-grandfather I will never be able to thank enough. You'll probably want to pronounce 'A-lar-ic" but it's 'Alar-ic,' okay? So, you can call me Ric. I'm your new history teacher."

As class came to an end, he added, "Evelyn Gilbert, please come in at lunch."

Evelyn let out a silent groan but nodded nevertheless before following the rest of her class out.

Lunch eventually rolled around and Evelyn approached her history classroom where she stumbled upon Jeremy. "He told you to come as well?"

"Yep," he replied with a shrug, opening the door for them to enter revealing Alaric, eating a sandwich at his desk.

"Hey Mr. Saltzman," Jeremy greeted.

Alaric finished chewing his sandwich and began, "You know that your old teacher had a jackass file? No joke," he said dusting his hands off and picking a file up, "It's typed on a label. It has all the troublemakers in it. But really it's just an opus - on you two."

Jeremy looked at him in alarm but I shrugged it off. "Don't worry about it," he said getting up and throwing the file in the trash, "I'm not him. Clean slate. Now...let's talk about grades."

"I know it's been a rough couple of months, but I've been trying to turn them around," Jeremy explained.

"Yeah, I saw that. But, the problem is, we're halfway through a semester and half a fail is still pretty bleak." Jeremy just stared at him. "This is the part where you say to me, 'But what can I do to change that?' I'm glad you asked! How do you feel about extra credit?"

"Yeah, yeah, totally! Whatever," Jeremy said, shaking his head eagerly.

"Good!" he said with a smile, "Write me a paper, then."

"Okay. About what?"

"History. Pick a topic, keep it local, and no Wikipedia-regurgita. These old towns have a rich history, so just get your hands dirty, make it sing and your back on track. Deal?"

"Yeah. Deal," Jeremy said looking down at his hand, "That's a cool ring."

"Oh, thanks," he said twisting it awkwardly, "It was my father's. A little garish, but family, you know? You've got a week." He then turned to me. "And what about you, do we have a deal?"

"No," she answered.

"What?" he asked, looking puzzled.

"I'm not going to write a paper for extra credit, let alone a paper about a town whose written history is all lies. I don't care enough about my grades to waste my time on that. Now, if you'll excuse me from this pity session, I have things to do."

Evelyn made her way out of the room and with her luck, she bumped into Stefan. "Ah just the person I didn't want to see."

"What's going on with you?" he asked, concern etched in his features.

"Nothing," she shook her head. "I'm fantastic, better than I've ever been. What do you care?"

"Of course I ca-"

Evelyn cut him off, putting her hand up, "Goodbye Stefan."

She made her way to the next class as the bell rang, signaling that she had missed a perfectly good lunch period. Changing her mind halfway there, she decided to just head home.

The sounds of a conversation occurring in the next room woke her from her nap. She stood up groggily and made her way to Elena's room to find Caroline, Bonnie and Elena performing what appeared to be a séance.

"What are we doing?" Bonnie asked Caroline and Elena

"I don't know," Elena said with a shrug.

"Be quiet and concentrate," Caroline said, "Close your eyes. Now take a deep breath. Bonnie. Call to her."

"Emily, you there?" Bonnie said skeptically.

"Yeeees, I'm heeeere," Evelyn interrupted in a semi-spooky voice.

"Really, Evie?" Caroline inquired. "Come on Bonnie, try again."

"Fine, geez," Bonnie huffed. "Emily. I call on you. I know you have a message. I'm here to listen."

The flame of the candles shot up.

"Did that just..." Elena said in awe.

"Yeah, it just happened," Caroline confirmed.

"It's just the air conditioning," Bonnie said brushing it off.

"Ask her to show you a sign. Ask her."

"Emily, if you're among us, show us another sign."

After a moment, nothing happened.

"See? It's not working." Without warning, the windows burst open, scaring Bonnie. "I can't, I'm done." Bonnie yanked the necklace off and threw it on the ground, causing the candles to go out. "Get the light. Please, get the light!"

"Relax Bon," Evelyn suggested as she turned on the light.

"You guys, the necklace," Bonnie announced. "It's gone."

"Okay, fun's over, Caroline," Elena spoke up. "You made a point, and I get it. Now give it back," Elena said in her serious voice.

"What?" Caroline asked. "Well, I didn't take it." Elena's head shot up. "What? What happened?"

"I don't know. Nothing," Elena said passing Evelyn her way out of the room, "Jeremy, are you home?"

"Guys..." Bonnie said from the bathroom as the door slammed shut. "You guys open the door! Help me!"

Evelyn approached the door in caution, "Bonnie? Just stay calm, it has to open at some point."

"Bonnie! Bonnie!" Elena shouted as she re-entered the room with Caroline. "What's going on, Bonnie?"

"Bonnie!" Caroline shouted.

They both began pounding on the door as Bonnie continued screaming for help.

"Try the other door," Elena suggested. "I'll check the hallway."

Caroline went to the other door and continued shouting, "Bonnie! Bonnie! Unlock the door!"

Doing as promised, Elena checked the hallway, "Bonnie! Bonnie! Bonnie! Open the door!"

The door opened slowly to reveal Bonnie with her head in her hands.

"What happened?" Elena asked. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Bonnie said as she exited the bathroom.

"Unbelievable," Caroline scoffed. "You were totally faking it."

"Why would she have been faking it?" Evelyn inquired.

"Caroline, come on," Elena tried.

"No!" she shouted. "You scared the hell out of me."

"Bonnie?" Elena questioned.

"I'm fine," Bonnie made her way down the stairs. "Everything's fine."

"Wait, Bonnie, you can't just leave," Elena said in confusion.

"I must go," she persisted.

"Uh, no, you musn't," Evelyn mocked.

"Thank you for having me. I'll take it from here."

"You'll take what from here?" she asked as the witch walked away. "Stop being so cryptic. Where are you going?"

"Back to where it all began."

"Emily?"

Bonnie looked back up at them, "I won't let him have it. It must be destroyed."

"Wait!" Elena shouted after her as she ran down the stairs past Evelyn. She tried to open the door but ultimately failed.

"What's happening?" Caroline asked.

"I don't know," Elena said, tugging on the door knob. "The door, it's not..."

The door finally opened and Jeremy walked in causing Elena and Caroline to scream.

"What the hell?" Jeremy asked.

Evelyn stepped to the side and pulled out her phone, "Stefan."

"What's wrong?" he asked in concern.

"It's Bonnie."

"What happened?"

"Emily is possessing her," she explained. "She said something."

"What did she say?"

"She said 'I won't let him have it. It must be destroyed.' And then she just left."

"Where do you think she went?"

"Fell's church, by the old cemetery that's where she took Bonnie in her dreams. We have to help her, Stefan."

"Just stay there. I'm gonna go find her."

"I'm not gonna stay pu-" He hung up the phone.

Evelyn grabbed her jacket and keys and made her way to the door. "Where are you going?" Elena asked.

"To save Bonnie."

"I'm coming with you."

They both made their way to the Fell church grounds to find Stefan helping Damon off the tree branch. "It hurts," Damon explained, rubbing his chest. "This is why I feed on people."

"Stefan," Emily greeted.

"Hello, Emily."

"These people don't deserve this," she explained. "They should never have to know such evil."

"What do you mean evil?"

"Emily," Damon practically growled. "I swear to God, I'll make you regret this."

She shook her head, "I won't let you unleash them into this world."

"Them?" Stefan inquired, turning to his brother. "What part of the story did you leave out, Damon?"

"What does it matter?" Damon countered.

"Emily, tell me what you did," Stefan demanded.

"To save her, I had to save them."

"You saved everyone in the church?"

"With one, comes all."

"I don't care about them," Damon I just want Katherine," Damon said, growing desperate.

"I knew I shouldn't have believed a single word that came out of your mouth. This isn't about love, is it? This is about revenge."

"The two aren't mutually exclusive."

"Damon, you can't do this."

"Why not?" he inquired. "They killed 27 people, and they called it a war battle. They deserve whatever they get."

"27 vampires, Damon. They were vampires. You can't just bring them back."

"This town deserves this."

"You're blaming innocent people for something that happened 145 years ago."

"There is nothing innocent about these people, and don't think for a second it won't happen again. They already know too much, and they'll burn your little grandwitch right next to us when they find out. Trust me."

"Things are different now," Emily said, a sorry, pitiful look evident on her face.

"Don't do this," Damon begged.

"I can't free them. I won't. Incendia!"

The pentagram that had been carved into the dirt caught on fire blocking us from her.

"No! No please," Damon begged.

"Bonnie!" Elena shouted

"No!"

Emily threw the necklace in the air and it exploded. The spell had been completed and the crystal was destroyed. Bonnie finally came back as herself and looked around in horror.

Damon, out of anger, ran over to Bonnie and fed on her. Stefan quickly rushed over and hit him off. He checked her pulse.

"She's alive, but barely. I can save her," he said before he bit his wrist and dribbled the blood into her mouth.

"Her neck, it's healing," Elena said in shock.

Evelyn noticed Damon, who sat closer to the church ruins, and made her way over.

"Katherine never compelled me, you know. I knew everything," he explained, his eyes filled with pain. "Every step of the way. It was real for me. I'll leave now."

"Damon..."

"I don't want to hear it," he said before vamp speeding away.

Evelyn huffed before making her way over Stefan and Elena. She ran a hand over her face as the event of yet another awful day ran through her mind.

"Good-bye, Elena," Stefan said as he turned around to leave, almost running into Evelyn in the process.

"You're just gonna walk away?" Elena cried out. "Don't walk away, Stefan! Stefan!"

"Elena," Evelyn said in an attempt to get her attention. She continued crying and didn't look up. "Let's go home," she decided, wrapping her arm around her sister's shoulders before leading her to the car. "Let's go home."