The Intrusion

Caroline Forbes heard shouting as she sat in her office. She was having an online conference with the benefactors of the school. 

"Sorry, I'll be right back." She took out her ear-piece and stepped out of the office. "What is happening?" 

She came down the stairs, 

"What….?" 

She saw many students and teachers standing in a circle. She glanced at her watch. It wasn't a break between periods? School was still in session. 

"What is going on here?" She asked, "Clark? Jasmine? John?" 

She looked at the teachers who were supposed to be teaching. She knew because she had memorized the whole timetable a long time ago.

"Who…" She made her way through the crowd. 

A girl was standing in the middle and she was talking hysterically. 

"Where is she?" She was shouting. "Where…..I need to see...!" 

Caroline felt as if this girl looked far too familiar. She looked at someone like she knew.

"Where is Caroline?" She asked frantically. "Mrs. Salvatore?" 

"That's me." Caroline said calmly. 

The girl turned towards her.

"Mrs. Salvatore!?" She came towards Caroline, and fainted in her arms. 

"Who is this?" She asked the people around, bewildered. "Where did she come from?" 

"Nobody knows." A girl shrugged. "She wouldn't say." 

"Okay," Caroline picked up the fainted girl in her arms and put her on the couch. "Everybody, back to class." 

She clapped her hands. 

"But…." 

"No buts." She said firmly, "Now." 

The crowd dispersed as she looked at her. Curiously. She could put her finger on it. The girl had brown hair and soft brown eyes. She had a familiar face, yet she could not say with who.

"Do you get who she looks like?" Caroline asked Alaric. "Just look at her…" 

"I don't know." Alaric scratched her face. "She does look…." 

"It can't be." Caroline gasped as she realized who the girl looked like. "No…." 

"Caroline?" 

Caroline sat down on the sofa next in front of him. 

"She looks like…." Caroline whispered softly. "She looks…."

"What?" Alaric asked. "Who are you talking about?" 

"She looks like Stefan." Caroline whispered. 

"Caroline…you." 

Alaric Saltzman sat in front of her. 

"Caroline," He took her hands softly. "You are just being..." 

"What?" Caroline took her hands out of his grip. 

"You are being crazy!" 

She stood up, 

"No," She shook her head, "No, Alaric, No! I have come to terms with Stefan's death." 

She took a step in front of the girl. 

"I am not delusional." She pointed, "Look at her hair. Her eyes. Look at this nose." 

She sat down in front of her and turned her hand over. A unique mark on her wrist. 

"Shit." She said. 

Alaric looked at her, surprised. 

"What?" 

"This mark." She showed it to Alaric. "Stefan had the same mark on his wrist." 

"It doesn't say anything." Alaric shook his head. "That doesn't mean anything." 

"Fine," Caroline nodded, "I am going to get a witch to get her to wake up. She'll know something."