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[Jenna Sommers]

Blood in the breeze

I hope that you remember me

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Jenna sat in the living room after Elena had left to go meet the others. She had invited her now resurrected aunt, but Jenna had another person she had to see again before she went off in town. Not only that, but they had to come up with a story and all sorts about where Jenna had been for the last few years. She looked at her necklace in the mirror. Who knew a simple gem could hand her back a large part of her life back after she was made a vampire. Jenna frowned and wonder what she was now technically? She was a vampire, an undead walked woman... but really she was the undead, undead. After all she'd died as a human to become a vampire and then she died as a vampire. Now? Well now she was back, as a vampire, so a vampire zombie? Jenna laughed to herself and shook her head, sounded like the worst B-movie plot ever.

After meeting up with Elena again, Jenna had grabbed a shower, changed and finally came downstairs to wait on Jeremy. She smiled at the thought of seeing her nephew again. A lot had happened whilst she was dead, but the kids had grown up so much and grown well. With a sigh Jenna felt the pull of sadness come over her. She thought about her death, she remembered Elena saying to her to turn it off, it being her humanity, but Jenna never did. If the woman was going to die, she was going to die as herself, feeling the love and hope she always felt when she was around Jeremy and Elena. The older blonde had then been at peace, complete and utter peace. She'd moved on and was happy, but it was gone. Jenna couldn't pin point where or what happened for that peace, but standing in the Gilbert family home now, she knew that the peace and tranquil feelings of 'being at peace' was long gone and she was back in the land of the living - so to speak.

Luckily Elena and Jeremy had thrown out all of her stuff and she still had clothes and whatnot. Also it helped that the sheriff would be able to help with her current dead status to the town. She would deal with all that over the course of the week. Plus side was that everyone she cared about knew the truth, well almost. Jeremy was next for her to see and she couldn't wait. When she'd first found out about the supernatural and then was turned, it took her a while to adjust, however now she knew what was happening. It was like a new world was opened to her, and her being a vampire just re-enforced that a little. She still hadn't really come to terms with the fact she was now alive (or undead alive) forever. Unless she got staked or whatever, but it was a daunting prospect. Alive forever. Scary thought. However before Jenna could dwell on that thought, her vampire hearing and smell picked up Jeremy, he was home.

The meeting with Jeremy hadn’t been too bad. Yes there was shock and awe, but all in all, it went well and now he knew she was home. She’d made her way to The Grill, she needed to see people, take her mind off of everything else. Already Liz was making noises about her returning, which was good. They’d decided on the crazy ex was after her thing, lucky that. She smiled as she headed into the Grill and sat in what became her and Ric’s seats before she - well before she left. Jenna ordered a beer and sat thinking about everything, what a week - felt like a lifetime. She raised her eyebrow as someone sat near her. “Burger is awesome in here.” She smirked remembering when food was food… and not a good cover.

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Temp by Melz @Caution 2.0, cyberlink, @adoxography and RPGD

[Loren Finley]

Since Loren had arrived in Mystic Falls, or rather, since Michael and Ana had arrived in Mystic Falls, the trips to the Grill were becoming a regular thing. The two of them were keeping their heads down for the most part, avoiding any spies Michael’s former boss might have sent out for them and so she’d become their eyes and ears around the town. Mystic Falls was a place that tended to protect those that called it home, at least protect from them outside forces looking to cause trouble. It didn’t matter that she’d only been here a short time, there were people in town she knew would help if it came to there being an issue with Erik Orlov and his trained flying monkeys but Loren was really hoping it wouldn’t come to that. She’d never encountered the Russian vampire or anybody in his organisation but from what Ana and Michael had told her since she’d arrived she would never want to. Compared to her friend and Michael she’d had a relatively peaceful century of life, her family members hadn’t been lost in violent ways, just to one of the epidemics that had been rife at the time. Loren hadn’t spent decades with people chasing her and she certainly hadn’t dealt with the sort of grief that could still cripple you years later. She was more than lucky, she almost felt blessed.

Being holed up in a house, no matter how large, with two people for almost every single waking hour of every single day had a tendency to make you incredibly familiar with each other incredibly quickly. Friendship with Ana hadn’t included the sorts of details she’d been hearing in the last week or so before but Loren was glad that she’d trusted her enough to offer an explanation about everything that had happened before she’d ended up on the run. She’d also got a rather interesting explanation on just how her and Michael had found each other too. That had one hell of an explanation, held over a couple of bottles of wine and a pizza. In comparison to the talk about Orlov and just what he’d done to both of them it had been pleasant, normal almost. Under different circumstances it could almost have been just another evening with old friends but it hadn’t been and there’d still been a trace of awfulness to the story. Without Erik Orlov the two of them would never have met but at the same time, without Erik Orlov they wouldn’t have needed to be hiding out in a house in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere in Virginia either. Loren didn’t know what it was like to have a relationship like that, the sort of love that was obviously shared between the two of them but she could feel enough of it radiating off of them to know that an evening alone would probably be appreciated. Three was a crowd after all.

Figuring that she could manage a return trip to the Grill while the two of them had some space to do … the sorts of things that had her cheeks feeling as though they were heating up as she pushed through the front door of the restaurant. She was no longer as pure as she had been when she’d spent that night in Bartholomew’s room, her first time alone with a man she wasn’t related to, albeit it a perfectly innocent time, but still, she’d come from a time when such things weren’t always demonstrated so publicly. It was sweet of course, the sort of thing almost any girl with a romantic heart would cut off her right arm to have. They were too adorable to be jealous over though, in fact she’d taken it to sort of be a goal for the future, for when life settled back down enough for her to even consider perhaps turning what might be an appreciative gaze in someone’s direction into more. Loren’s hazel eyes swept the Grill now, looking for a face she had appreciated just a few short days ago but there was no sign of him. Instead she spotted another that had been as shocking as the first. Sat at the bar, just as Stefan’s friend had been two days ago when she’d practically stumbled over the girl and found herself being interrogated, was another face that went back to some of her college years. She’d spent more than a night or two in an establishment like this with Jenna Sommers and by the end of most of those nights the two of them had barely been able to stand straight and given the fact that she’d been a vampire then that was saying something.

Feeling amused at the way fate had started weaving itself around her since she’d arrived in Mystic Falls Loren politely waved off the approaching waitress and began to move towards the bar. The Grill was more crowded than it had been on the afternoon she’d stopped in to fetch take out for the three of them but there was still a seat open beside Jenna and Loren dropped down into it bonelessly before spinning towards her one time friend and pushing her hair back out of her face for a big reveal. ”I would say you’ve changed since I last saw you but the fact that you’re still hanging out here, telling me how great the burgers are, makes me doubt that,” Loren said with a chuckle. ”Oh my God, I really don’t know what it is with this town but I’m glad that it’s decided to start dropping friends in my path.” Giving a little squeal before she chuckled Loren hopped down off of her stool and gave Jenna a brief hard hug. This was probably less surprising than seeing Stefan here but it was a bit of a shock all the same. Loren had a tendency to leave people behind when she switched colleges, for the good of all of them and to avoid the awkward questions later when they realised that she looked the same she had a decade before. Jenna had been a recent enough friend that she hopefully wouldn’t notice too much that she’d not aged a bit in the years since she’d graduated.

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