A lot could happen in the span of four days: John attempting to kill the little amount of vampires left which resulted in Anna's death, Mayor Lockwood was killed, John being hospitalized because a certain doppelganger was back in town and cut his fingers off, Bonnie finally stood her ground against the vampires, and Jasmine discovered she was not able to physically leave Mystic Falls. It was a sad day for her baby when she came to that realization.

After her spat with her friends, her first instinct was to leave the town and she tried to by getting into her car and driving off. As soon as she neared the city limit, her car crashed into an invisible barrier. Jasmine, livid and a bit disoriented, got out to examine the damage done to her baby and to see what the hell was going on. She had lifted her hand up to the barrier and immediately retracted it as a searing burning pain ricocheted up her arm once she made contact. So, seeing as she couldn't even touch this mysterious barrier, she couldn't exactly siphon it.

Pissed and confused, she pushed her car to the side of the road, pulled out her phone, and called a tow truck to take it to the nearest mechanic to get it fixed. The vampire was now staying in the town's motel, avoiding everyone and trying to figure out who was so intent on making this dreaded prophecy come true. Who would have to gain from Jasmine destroying the town?

Her heels sounded through the semi empty Mystic Grill as she walked up to the bar—just like she's done so for the past three days. She didn't need to wonder why it was so empty because she knew the mayor's wake was today. Jasmine didn't care at all for the Lockwoods, but there was no doubt she was going to take advantage of all the pity drinks that were sure to make its way through every town member who was mourning the death of the mayor.

Everything seemed to be jumbling inside her mind, a constant battle of what was right and what felt good. Currently her mind was rewiring itself to only do what felt good. Prophecies came from witches so Jasmine wouldn't be surprised if a vengeful witch had anything to do with the force it has taken to come true. And to her luck, the one person who knew as much as every aspect of magic as she did was currently daggered and at the bottom of whatever ocean Niklaus Mikaelson decided to dump him in.

With a glass in hand—her fifth refill—and her phone clasped in the other, Jasmine looked up when her name was being called. Her permanent scowl transformed into a small smile when she saw her favorite busboy walking towards her. Jasmine's relationship with Matt had gotten a bit less awkward since he seemed to be the only person in town who was willing to listen to her without wanting something in return.

"Matt, leaving so soon?"

"Yeah, aren't you? The wake should be starting about now—thought you were coming?"

Jasmine shrugged her shoulders and returned to her drink, "didn't know the guy enough to attend his wake, but send my condolences."

Matt sighed and sat down beside her, "you can't avoid them forever, you know."

"This doesn't have anything to do with them—"

"Doesn't it? Look, attend this wake with me—not to run into your friends, but to give Tyler some support. Alright, I know you don't exactly know Tyler, but accompany me while I give him some support." Matt held out his hand, waiting for Jasmine to take his offer.

She knew she was dangerous to be around, but her mind didn't care, it just wanted her to do what felt good. So, with that, Jasmine placed down her glass and grabbed Matt's hand, letting him lead her away.

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Jasmine and Matt walked hand in hand up the steps of the Lockwood mansion. The vampire was trying with all of her might to distract herself from the pulsing beat she could feel from Matt's hand. Tyler Lockwood stood at the entrance and gave them a curt nod.

Matt stepped forward and embraced his friend, "hey, Ty. I'm really sorry about your dad."

"Thanks, Matt. I appreciate you both coming, it means a lot."

Jasmine turned her head away to roll her eyes, then returned her gaze to Tyler as he leaned in forward to give her a hug as well, "don't worry, Tyler, you'll get through this. You Lockwoods are resilient."

Feeling a bit better to be around more familiar faces, Tyler pulled away and gestured them to enter, "thank you, Jasmine. Please, come in." Giving him another pat on his shoulder, she strode past him with Matt at her heels.

"Hey, I see Elena, so I'm gonna go say hi. I'll be right back." Jasmine didn't get a say in the matter before he left, leaving her to grovel in her sudden abandonment.

People were chattering away about every day things. Only a selected few were actually talking about the man of the hour and reminiscing on memories. It was pretty pathetic in Jasmine's eyes—all these people, they didn't care about the mayor, they only cared about looking like they cared.

She took a glass from a waiter's tray, trying to ignore the sudden prickling in her head and how dry her throat was becoming. What she was doing here again was suddenly mind boggling as Matt still hadn't come back, which she remembered was the sole reason for being here. Rolling her eyes, she walked outside to the back yard to get away from the heated bodies.

There was a beautiful well kept garden that she decided would be nice enough to stroll through. She relaxed for a bit as it was just her and no one else around to tempt her psychotic urges. Her thoughts went back to who could possibly be keeping her here. She wasn't sure who it could be seeing as the witches she pissed off two centuries ago were long dead—but what if their hatred was passed down the line and now the new generation of witches were out to avenge their ancestors?

Jasmine grumbled, thinking she was reaching for anything now to figure out what was going on. Since her current predicament seemed to overstay her welcome, she found it only logical to find an actual place to live in. Looking towards the crowded house, she saw many options on where to live—well, those who weren't on vervain—and she hoped she could find one by the end of the evening.

The sound of heavy footfalls and the smell of sunscreen overwhelmed her senses suddenly. She looked back to see a handsome man approaching her with a bright smile. Once he reached her, he held out a hand and introduced himself.

"Hi, I'm Mason. Are you new in town? I didn't see you the last time I was around."

Jasmine shook his hand once before dropping her hand to the side, disinterested, "moved here a couple months ago."

"How are you liking it so far?"

"I'm sorry is there a particular reason you wanted to speak to me?"

Mason looked taken aback before he let out an uneasy chuckle, not expecting that response, "you looked like a girl my girlfriend knew. I was just curious."

Jasmine rolled her eyes and threw her glass towards the bushes, "if you don't mind, I'd rather be picking my eyeballs out than to stand around—"

"Jasmine Saunders, right?"

Jasmine stopped in her tracks and turned to look at the smug man, "and who exactly is your girlfriend?"

Mason put his hands in his pockets and looked away, the small smirk not leaving his face as he saw he now had her attention, "her name's Kathy Pierce."

"No, don't think I know a Kathy. Tell me, is she brunette, bitchy, and looks exactly like small town Elena Gilbert?" Jasmine clenched her fists as his expression gave him away. She was wondering when she might run into the doppelganger and she was now hoping it was soon since her fingers resumed its aching.

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Stefan Salvatore rolled his eyes as Katherine Pierce continued to advance towards him. He hoped he could just derail her but his plan didn't seem to be going according to plan since the five hundred year old vampire was beginning to get under his skin.

"Don't flirt with me, Katherine. I'm not Damon; I haven't spent one hundred and forty five years obsessed with you."

Katherine gestured to the house, where Elena Gilbert was still mingling with friends, and smirked, "yeah, based on your choice of women, I'd say otherwise. Although, I'll admit it does bother me that you've falling in love with someone else."

Stefan looked away for a second before resuming his cold exterior, "E-Elena and I are none of your concern."

The older vampire let her smirk turn into a grin, "trouble in paradise? Can't say I'm sorry."

Stefan glared at her as she ran a hand down his torso, "I was never in love with you, Katherine. You compelled me so, none of my feelings were real."

Katherine shrugged her shoulders and gently poked his chest, "Believe what you want, Stefan, but I know the truth and deep down, so do you." She turned away from him for a moment, attempting to savor the few moments she had with her lost love, "even your little bodyguard seemed to know the truth. Guess she isn't as dense as I thought."

"Don't talk about her like that. She knew the truth. You're nothing more than a lying, selfish, manipulative bitch that you've always been. So, whatever it is that brought you here, why don't you just get on with it and leave town? Because if you don't, I will hunt you down and I will rip your heart out."

Katherine eyed him up and down, slightly liking this new 'tough' Stefan. Of course, her innocent and sweet Stefan was the one she fell in love with, but that didn't mean she couldn't love this new side of him. She also knew the little threat at the end was more over the fact that she insulted his best friend over anything else.

She slowly began getting close to him once more before dropping her voice to a whisper, "you want to know why I'm here, Stefan? I came back for you."

Stefan scoffed and pushed her slightly away from him, "well, the problem, Katherine, is that I hate you."

Thinking he finally rattled her, Stefan let a small smug smile graze his lips before they let out a painful groan. Katherine grabbed an iron stem from the ground and lodged it into his abdomen, then pushed him onto the ground.

"You hate me, huh? That sounds like the beginning of a love story, Stefan, not the end of one." She didn't spare a glance as she fled, leaving him in pain.

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Jasmine spent the next couple of hours feeding and looking for a place to stay. The former was harder to do considering she had a limited supply of people who were vervain free. Matt texted her once she left the Lockwood mansion, apologizing for leaving her alone and hoped they could catch up once again.

She walked up the steps of a nice two story home with blood on her chin. A middle aged couple stood on the porch with their bags in hand, waiting for her next instructions.

"You have everything you need?" She smiled when they nodded absentmindedly, "good. Now, listen carefully, whenever I call you and answer with my name, you will do whatever I ask you to do. Is that clear?"

"We will do whatever you ask us to do."

"Great to know we're on the same page. Hurry along now and give the seagulls my regards." She watched them enter their car and drive off. Sighing softly, she entered the house and cleaned herself off, not wanting the blood to stain her skin anymore than it has.

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Katherine walked out of Caroline Forbes' room and proceeded to walk out of the building. If the Salvatores wanted to play then fine, she'll get her hands dirty. Caroline was just the beginning to her unruly plan. She smiled once she came in contact with the outside air.

Katherine kept reminding herself that as soon as she got what she wanted then she would leave before he caught wind of her here. She pulled out her phone to check in with Mason—the easily manipulated wolf—but she threw it on the floor when an ear piercing ringing emitted from the speaker.

"What the hell?"

A figure sped in front of her and slammed her against the nearest tree. Katherine gasped for breath and tried to pull the hand away from her throat before widening her eyes once she saw who the hand belonged to.

"Hello, Katerina."