While Elena, Damon, and Alaric were already half way to Duke, Jasmine paced the living room of her new home as she waited impatiently for a call back. It had only been two hours but she was promised that he would be arriving a half hour ago. She lifted her phone up to check the screen and rolled her eyes when no new messages popped up.

     "The bloody rodent said he was only an hour and a half away, so what's keeping him?" The phone in her hand suddenly beeped, signaling an incoming call, "speak of the wannabe devil." She sighed heavily before answering, "where are you?"

     A chuckle was heard through the phone, "always so impatient. I have some last minute business that I must tend to. Unfortunately, I will not be able to assist you."

     Clenching her fists and trying to regulate her breathing, Jasmine attempted to keep her boiling frustration from tipping over, "Tristan, you said you'd be able to help me."

     "I know and I apologize, but do not fret. I have sent in a replacement to help you with whatever problem you needed."

     Jasmine dropped herself onto the couch and rested her hand upon her forehead, "if you think I will be able to tolerate your sidekick for more than—"

     Tristan let out another chuckle, waving dismissively at a man holding out documents that needed to be signed, "trust me, I know better than to have Anya in the same room as you. Besides, I thought it better to send someone you were familiar with considering how we parted ways."

     Jasmine scoffed and maneuvered into a position where her head was against the sofa's cushion end and her feet were lounging across the back of the sofa, "are you still on that? Honestly, Tristan, it was merely a parting of words to a friend."

     There was silence before Tristan spoke, "really? I recall you saying I was nothing but a power filled bottom feeder who was going to get what was coming to him."

     "Well, was I wrong?"

     Tristan pinched the bridge of his nose, still not certain why she didn't know that it actually hurt his feelings to hear her say that, "the arrangements have already been made. If she left as I asked then she should be there in precisely one minute. Have a good day, Jasmine, and I hope you solve whatever dilemma that dared to disturb you."

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     To say she was very displeased to see Tristan's replacement was an understatement. She was furious. Though she couldn't blame Tristan, really, considering he didn't know her past with the girl who was making herself at home. It had been nearly sixty years since Jasmine last saw her and will, they didn't end on the friendliest of terms. As a matter of fact, Jasmine recalls saying that if she ever saw her again, she would pluck each limb from its socket before tearing it off her body.

     But now, she knew she was the only one able to help her at the moment. She was actually more useful than she would have imagined Tristan to be considering her... abilities. So, to avoid the ill atmosphere, Jasmine stood as far away as she could from her fiery red haired old friend.

     "So, you have to call them each time you want to let a vampire in?"

     "Yes, Alethea. It helps to keep unwanted guests from wandering in." Jasmine turned her head and muttered, "but now it kind of defeats the purpose since you've been invited in."

     Alethea whirled around and narrowed her eyes at the amused vampire, "what was that?"

     Jasmine looked up and innocently widened her eyes with a smile playing on her lips, "oh, nothing, nothing. Just make yourself at home."

     Obviously not believing her, Alethea obliged and finally lounged on an armchair that was situated beside the fireplace. The tension between them remained the same: awkward and edgy. It was like a thick fog around them as they remembered the last time they saw each other. While it wasn't pleasant, Alethea had to admit that she was filled with relief when Tristan informed her that she was to come help Jasmine. It meant that maybe she could find a way where they could go back to being the way they were before everything collapsed around them. Alethea held out hope that she might be getting her back in her life, but Jasmine surely had another thing in mind.

     Nothing could forgive betrayal in Jasmine's eyes. Could she forget about it so she could try to move on? Of course. But forgiving? The world would probably be set on fire way before she could even think about it. Alethea's betrayal deeply hurt Jasmine because she considered her a sister. And while she always preached to Stefan about letting a girl ruin his relationship with his brother, she only did it because it's something that happened to her.

     They both knew one of them had to make the first move, but both their egos made them stand rigid against it. Clenching her jaw and sighing heavily, Alethea looked towards Jasmine, "so, what exactly do you need my help with? Well, Tristan's help with?"

     Jasmine didn't respond right away at first, still not sure if she should trust Alethea, but finally shook her head lightly, "it's better if I show you."

     Alethea didn't have any time to react as Jasmine sped towards her and held her head in her hands. She saw it all, the blood, the bodies, the lust, and the prophecy. She felt every kind of emotion while in the trance: hurt, anger, hunger, confusion, bloodlust, and numbness. It was enough to overwhelm her and to push Jasmine away, panting as she felt the veins under her eyes protrude.

     "What the hell? A warning would have been nice." Alethea glared at Jasmine, who simply shrugged and moved to sit on the couch. "And what the hell do you think I can do to help? You haven't answered that question yet."

     Twirling a loose string from her jacket, Jasmine avoided eye contact, "do you still... travel?"

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     "I will not explain myself again, Jasmine."

     They had spent the past half hour arguing and coming to an agreement. Alethea had a certain ability that she mastered over the decades and she had resorted to calling it 'travelling'. It was a very time consuming and painful process but it worked. Alethea had the ability to 'travel' into people's minds and manipulate certain memories, sort of like compulsion. Only the Originals were able to compel other vampires but it turns out that Alethea had found a loop hole.

     There were times when vampires who asked for the 'treatment' ended up losing their minds because of certain memories being manipulated or the amount that were altered. Alethea was willing to do this, but only if Jasmine knew of the consequences if something were to go wrong.

     "For the last time, Thea, I will deal with whatever results. Can you do it or not?" Jasmine didn't realize the old nickname slipped out as the teasing smile didn't waver from her lips.

     Scoffing, Alethea sat next to Jasmine and lifted her hands to either side of Jasmine's face, "of course I can. Here we go."

     Being vulnerable and helpless was not any type of feeling that Jasmine enjoyed by any means and that was exactly what she was feeling. She was willingly letting someone into her mind, something she closed off to the world with the exception of three people, and alter her memories. The first memory that sprang up was recent, she knew this because she was wearing those same clothes just this morning.

     Jasmine watched as her memory self was walking away from the Lockwood mansion, a stoic expression on her face. Forgetting that she wasn't alone, Jasmine nearly jumped when she heard Alethea speak out loud.

     "Yeesh, you look robotic. Is this after you passed out?"

     Jasmine nodded as the both of them followed her memory self. Her heart thumped as memory Jasmine practically strutted and skipped through the forest going towards the cemetery. A whole group of people ranging from teens to mid thirties gathered around and were smoking whatever stash they were able to get a hold on.

     Memory Jasmine smirked wide before speeding to the middle of the group. Everyone stared at her for a while before returning their attention back to where it was. Real Jasmine—she was confusing herself on how to explain this to herself—watched as she had gone around the group, just nonchalantly talking with everyone and taking a couple of hits. To anyone else, it looked as if she was just trying to make friends, but Jasmine knew herself well. She noticed the smallest of touches she gave to the people.

     Grazing their wrists with her fingers, lightly pushing their hair back and 'accidently' touching their neck, and the dilating of her pupils. She was seeing who was incoherent enough to not notice what she was doing, but that soon wouldn't matter as her thirst would set in. She compelled each one to keep doing what they were doing and just ignore her.

     "How do you want to go about this one?"

     Jasmine glanced at Alethea and rolled her eyes, "it's obvious, isn't it?"

     Alethea nodded and took hold of her head once more causing Jasmine to fall to her knees in pain. It felt as if her mind was an actual taffy that was being pulled and stretched. She watched as her memory self retraced her steps until she was standing in front of the Lockwood Mansion again. Memory Jasmine got up from the floor like the previous memory and continued on the same path. They watched as memory Jasmine saw the group of people and stopped walking.

     Jasmine's first thought was that it obviously hadn't worked the first time, but that changed when she saw her memory self walk past the group and continued on her way home. Alethea released Jasmine and smiled triumphantly.

     "One memory done, a couple million more to go."