Mystic Falls, 1864

Jasmine's eyes scanned the small empty town, looking for anyone who might be mindlessly walking around late at night. A rustle in the bush behind her made her head whip towards it. She relaxed once she noticed the familiar pair of green eyes.

"Stefan Salvatore, are you following me?" The said human sheepishly stood from his horrible hiding spot. His face grew red when his best friend began laughing. "If you're going to be spying on me, at least pick a place where your heartbeat won't give you away."

Stefan walked towards her with a grin plastered on his face, "well, I'm sure there isn't a place in this entire town where my heartbeat won't give me away."

Laughing, her head inclined backwards and her eyes screwed shut. Stefan looked around them laughing alongside her, until he realized her intentions for being out this late.

"Jasmine, isn't... isn't there a way you can survive without drinking from p-people?" Stefan avoided her gaze and fiddled with his fingers. He knew about her methods and he never judged her for it, but that didn't stop him from trying to persuade her to leave humanity out of it.

With a frown, Jasmine turned back around and resumed her 'people watching,' "I've told you before, Stefan. It's not as satisfying and it definitely doesn't fill me up as much."

She faced him once more; a cautious gaze settled upon her face, "you don't have to be here, Stefan. You don't have to see me in this... element. Go back home."

He shook his head and kept quiet behind her as she slightly nodded and began walking towards a male who had been eyeing them. He was a simple man, no one really knew his name, but you could recall his face. Someone who was both forgettable and unforgettable.

Stefan kept staring as she compelled the man to stand still and not to make a sound. He never moved his gaze from her as she drained the blood out of his body desperately. He was both mesmerized and terrified, but overall in awe. A creature like her should have him running for the hills while screaming bloody murder, but there he was eyeing her in wonderment.

Jasmine detached her lips with a gasp and forced herself to feed the man her blood. After compelling him to forget everything, she turned to look at Stefan, veins protruding and blood scurrying down her chin. If he was to know the truth about her, then she wanted him to see every side of her: the compulsion, the speed, the strength, the insatiable hunger, and of course, the side when she would hide those factors just to blend in with everyone else.

Stefan slowly walked towards her with a frown on his face. He outstretched his hand and wiped her chin a bit with his thumb.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up before someone sees you."

She followed him back towards her own small house, where he always seemed to like to clean up after her whenever she feeds. Keeping a secret like this from Giuseppe Salvatore was hard at times for Stefan, but knowing that it might cause for Jasmine to be ripped from his life... he would take her secret to the grave.

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Mystic Falls, Present Day

Silent screams were emitted from the girl Jasmine had trapped within her arms. The blood poured into her mouth swiftly as the girl's life was slowly draining. With one hand holding her up and the other reaching into her pockets, Jasmine let go of her neck to examine the driver's license she was able to grab.

"Hmm, Jessica Gomez. You sound like you would have been a boring girl, huh, Jess?" She smiled at the lifeless body and threw her onto her shoulder.

Jasmine walked over to the bin she had labeled as "TOXIC WASTE" and threw the corpse inside. The garbage bin was almost filled to the brink, which made her realize she should soon burn them. Shrugging, she started making her way back to the Salvatore's residence to finish the task of retrieving a certain 500 year old vampire.

Stefan and Elena lay on the green eyed vampire's bed all snuggled up and happy. Well, they were until Jasmine kicked down the door and strutted into the room with arms out wide and a giant smile on her face.

"Rise and shine, bitches!"

The pair was quick to cover themselves up and give Jasmine a glare. "Jasmine! Seriously?" Jasmine rolled her eyes and continued to stride forward to lie in between the flustered couple.

"As much as I approve of you staying within our sight, Jasmine, what are you doing here?"

"Well, Stefan. I promised Damon that I would help him on his little quest to retrieve his unforgettable lost love. But if we're being honest, no one wants that train wreck back into our lives, am I right?" She gave him a quick smile before facing Elena with a smirk, "hey, that's something else you have in common with your doppelganger."

Elena's response was halted when Damon entered the room with a smirk settled upon his lips. The couple struggled to cover themselves up again as they glared at the intruder.

Damon rolled his eyes at them, "If I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it." His eyes then traveled towards the vampire laying comfortably between the two, "Jasmine, what are you doing here?"

She sped off the bed and walked towards Stefan's dresser, playing with some of the clutter that sat upon it. She twirled a letter opener in her hand as she acknowledged Damon.

"Oh, you know, I thought I'd swing by and say hello. Also, I'm here to drain Elena of her blood."

For the next few seconds, all you could hear was Elena's terrified breathing and Stefan's teeth grinding, until Jasmine's laugh erupted from her mouth as she faced them.

"I'm kidding! I just need a couple drops."

Grabbing a small metal container that once held herbs, which she threw out, Jasmine held it in her hand as she turned to face the doppelganger. Before anyone could object, Jasmine sped towards Elena and made a small cut in her arm. Elena let out a yell as she tried to retreat away from Jasmine. Said vampire grabbed her arm and held it tight in her own hand.

"Venez sanguis. Venez sanguis, venez sanguis la force de la bête ὰ moi."

The blood that was spilling out of Elena's small incision began to rise into the air and made its way inside the small container. Stefan, Elena, and Damon looked on with awe as they watched the blood float. Once she was finished, she closed the container and smiled at it.

"What are you going to do with it?" Elena asked as she clutched her arm against her.

"Use it to bind you to a voodoo doll so you can do my bidding."

Damon smirked at the thought of manipulating Stefan's precious girlfriend before he shook his head, "no, seriously, Jas. What kind of spell are you going to do with her blood?"

One of the cons of being friends with the Salvatores was that they were always so curious and always questioned everything. She didn't like explaining the way her magic worked, it was exhausting, but of course, as usual, she faces them with a tight smile and unwavering patience.

"Emily helped Jonathon Gilbert build the compass, well, really she built it for him and the asshat took the credit, so my guess is that she would have entrusted one of the founding families with her grimoire. A locator spell should help find where the Gilbert journal is at."

Stefan looked at her with confusion, wondering why she would think it would actually work, "but Elena's adopted?"

"Yeah, I know."

They all stared at her, waiting for her to keep explaining her reasoning for cutting open the doppelganger, steal her blood, and reveal that she was going to perform a useless spell with it.

Jasmine's eyes widened as did her smile as she saw their expressions, "Oh, you guys thought...?" She threw her head back as she laughed, "No, no, no, sweethearts, I'm not using Elena's for the locator spell."

"Jasmine, you aren't making any sense."

"I came here to let you all know that I can perform a locator spell if you want to take the easy way. Obviously, we would have to use Jeremy's blood."

Stefan held the bridge of his nose as he sighed, "then, why do you need Elena's blood?"

"Well, I didn't need it, but the look on your faces was too good to pass up. Who knows? Maybe it could come in handy someday." Jasmine shrugged as she began to slowly start walking towards the door and clapped her hands together, "anyways, we all have a common goal today: find the journal and free doppelbitch numero uno."

Damon stopped her as he glanced at Stefan, "why don't you do that little locator spell? Like you said, it would surely make things go faster."

Stefan's face hardened as Elena scoffed, "no, Damon. Jeremy will not be brought into this."

"Okay, whatever. Then, let's go, Elena."

Jasmine began pushing Stefan and Damon out the door so Elena was able to get dressed. She ignored the protests from both brothers and paid no mind to Elena's questions.

"Jasmine, where are you going to take her?"

With a groan, she slammed the door on their faces, "so many damn questions."

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Mystic Falls, 1864

Jasmine walked the streets of Mystic Falls early one morning when she encountered Honoria Fell. She smiled at the woman as she came to a stop in front of her.

"Mrs. Fell, just who I was looking for."

"Please, Jasmine, call me Honoria." The 'older' woman smiled at her as she held out her hand, signaling they keep walking. "What can I do for you?"

"Please forgive me for prying, but what were in the small bottles you gave Ms. Pearl to sell?"

Honoria had known Jasmine for over two years now. She was someone who the entire Salvatore family adored, so it was easy to trust her and so she did.

"I'm not really supposed to say, but as long as you promise to keep this between us." Jasmine nodded enthusiastically as Honoria continued, "it's an herb called vervain. The council thinks we can use this to identify the night demons."

Jasmine clenched her fist, but kept her composure up, "how are you certain that it will harm them?"

"I've already said too much, I'm sorry. I hope you understand."

"Of course, Honoria. No need to apologize. I suppose I'll see you some other time." She smiled at the woman before turning away, her eyes ablaze and her anger rising.

Jasmine was very discreet when she was hunting and especially more so when more vampires migrated here couple months prior. There was only one person who she was sure was the source of the rising questions.

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Mystic Falls, Present Day

Jasmine sat in the middle of the table getting acquainted with Jenna while Elena scavenged inside the heaps of boxes that laid around them. Jenna and Jasmine hit it off real quick, the vampire was surprised and definitely wondered why they hadn't met properly sooner.

"It was the most embarrassing moment of my entire life." Jenna chuckled as she shook her head.

Jasmine laughed, "I can't believe that something like that can actually happen to a person. Oh, you poor thing."

Jenna stood up and took their mugs to the sink. Elena rolled her eyes at the vampire before turning to look at her, "it wasn't that funny, so your over the top laughing isn't necessary."

Jasmine chuckled in her direction before whispering close to her ear, "just because I'm getting along with your aunt Jenna doesn't mean I won't rip her heart out just to spite you."

Elena cowered back into her seat as Jenna turned towards the still giggling vampire, "so, come on. I've told you mine, now you have to tell me yours."

Waiting for her to sit back down, Jasmine held her head up with the palm of her hand as she rummaged through her mind, trying to find a good one. After a while, one finally made it's way to the front of her thoughts.

"Okay, I'm not sure it's as funny as yours," Jenna rolled her eyes and urged her to go on, "but there was this one time--"

"What's this?" Elena interrupted them as she held a type of muzzle in her hands. It was the same muzzle they had used on the vampires back in 1864.

Jenna's eyebrows furrowed as she looked at it, "I'm not sure. Was that in there?"

"Yeah," Elena kept inspecting it, but quickly put it away when Jeremy entered the room with a confused expression as he looked at all the opened boxes.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Hey, just going through some stuff. I was feeling sentimental. Dad had this old family journal from years ago. I thought I'd dig it up."

Jeremy sat on top of the counter and looked at them, smiling, "Jonathon Gilbert's journal?"

Jasmine turned towards him and tilted her head. Maybe not doing the locator spell didn't matter. "Yeah, do you know where it is?"

Oblivious to Elena and Jasmine's desperate need to know expressions, Jeremy hopped off the counter and walked towards them, "I did a history report on it. Mr. Saltzman wanted to see it, so I gave it to him."

Once Jeremy returned back to his room, Jasmine looked towards Jenna, her eyebrows wiggling, "and where is Mr. Gorgeous?"

Jenna blushed as she laughed, "he said he was going to be grading papers at school today."

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Jasmine walked through the parking lot of Mystic Falls High with a frown on her lips. She began thinking about Alaric and how he was asking a vast amount of questions when they first met, and now he's taken an interest in Jonathon Gilbert's journal.

She stopped when she noticed a figure slowly walking towards the abandoned high school. She sped towards her and gripped her mouth, preventing a scream from emitting.

"Annabelle?"

Annabelle shook her off slightly and smiled at her, "I go by Anna now. What are you doing here?"

"The real question is what are you doing here lurking around?" Jasmine scoffed when she finally realized, "you're after the journal, too."

"I have to open that tomb, Jasmine. My mother has suffered enough for Katherine's mistakes." Annabel-- Anna, turned back around to continue staring at the direction where the history teacher was currently at.

Sighing, Jasmine placed a hand on her shoulder, "I know. But Anna, the Salvatores are involved now. I don't want you getting caught in their cross-hairs. Just... leave it to me. I promise to take your mother out alongside Katherine when we open the tomb."

Chuckling, Anna shook her head at her, "Katherine's not inside the tomb."

"What?"

"Yeah, last I saw her was Chicago, 1983."

Jasmine's eyes closed as she took deep breaths to clam her anger. She would definitely need to go find someone to drain soon before she loses it. "That bitch. Damon's going to be--"

Anna pinned her to a nearby tree as her eyes widened, "no! He can't know or else he won't want to help me open the tomb. He obsession with Katherine is the one thing I'm counting on to get my mother back."

"He has to know, Annabelle."

"And he will. Just not yet."

Jasmine's head then turned to the left sharply as Anna snapped her neck causing her to be enveloped in darkness.

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Waking up from having your neck snapped if one of the worst feelings you could have. Jasmine groaned as she stood, rubbing her aching neck. She took in her surroundings and realized it hadn't really been long since her rather eventful encounter with Anna.

She began walking towards the doors of the high school and sped inside Alaric's classroom. There was a chance that Anna might have taken the journal already, but that didn't stop her from rummaging through his desk swiftly.

She heard the sound of an object flying through the air. Jasmine quickly grabbed the wooden stake that was aimed at her heart before it impaled her. Her anger began to return as she noticed Alaric trying to quickly reload his blow dart gun. He began slowly walking towards the exit as he cocked the gun.

Jasmine rolled her eyes before vamp speeding around him and blocking the doorway. Alaric, wide eyed, looks at her and tries to continue backing away the opposite direction. With one swift movement, Jasmine grabbed a handful of his shirt.

"Nice try, handsome."

She threw him backwards and he collided with the desks, his gun slipping from his grasp. Jasmine grabs the gun and begins to inspect it, obviously intrigued. Alaric stood up from the ground, preparing to fight.

Smiling, Jasmine glanced towards him before staring back at his invention, "I knew we had to keep an eye on you. Have a seat."

The teacher hesitated, but Jasmine points to one of the chairs, gesturing that he do as he was told. She then held the gun at eye level and shot out the wooden stake that was loaded inside. Her eyes gleamed with excitement as it propelled out with quite some speed.

"Impressive. What is this? Compressed air?" When Alaric didn't respond, she rolled her eyes, "who are you?"

Once again, she was given the silent treatment, "come on, gorgeous! Don't keep me in suspense."

He flinched when she moved closer to him, which she smirked at, "don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you... unless you try that again."

She handed the gun back to him and he slowly took it, but never strayed his eyes away from her. Jasmine took one of the fallen chairs and brought it upright as she sat in it.

"Now, answer my question."

"I'm a teacher." He responded with a low and raspy voice as he raised his eyebrows, trying to be ignorant.

He gasped out loud when she sped towards him and pinned him to the ground, "hmm, I don't like liars, Mr. Saltzman. So, try that again."

"I'm also a historian. And while researching Virginia, I--made a few discoveries about your town." His hands grabbed desperately at hers as she tightened them around his neck.

"So, what? You show up and start acting like Buffy the Vampire Slayer? Come on, tell me the truth or I could just give one more squeeze and your head is immediately ripped from your body. Your choice."

Alaric gasped out, but vigorously nodded, "my wife! She was a parapsychologist. She spent her life researching paranormal activity in this area. It was her work that led me here."

Jasmine removed her hands and remained squatted next to him, "and where is she now?"

"Dead. A vampire killed her."

"Ironic that you were about to share the same fate as hers. My condolences. Where's the Gilbert journal?" Jasmine stood up and walked over to his desk as he slowly stood up as well.

"What do you want with it?" She narrowed her eyes at him causing him to visibly gulp, "it's on my desk."

Sighing, she placed her hands on her hips, an exasperated expression settled on her features, "correction: it was on your desk."