Stefan Salvatore's daughter ~ Miracle

16. Related?

Haper's P.O.V.

I don't recognize anything. I don't know how long I've been in that tomb but by seeing the trees around I, I can tell that it isn't the same season. I keep walking in the woods, as I don't even know where I'm going until a man who is walking through the woods near the church ruins make his appearance. He hears the sounds of the twigs I just snapped accidently and turns around, coming face to face with me. God, I'm so hungry.

- Jeez! You scared me, says the man relieved to see a person and not an animal behind him. I don't get why he is so scared.

- Do you know what day it is? I ask him ignoring his jump scared.

- Saturday, he answers me kingly.

- And what year? I keep asking frowning.

- It's 2010. Are you OK? The man asks concernly.

- Thank you.

- Wait, what's your name? He questions coming towards me.

- It's Harper, sir, I reply as he finally stands in front of me. Gosh, I'm so hungry and he smells so good.

- How did you get out here? And why are you dressed like that? Asks the backpacker gently.

- You seem like a very nice person. I'm sorry, I tell him truly.

- Sorry for what? I extend my fangs and bite down his neck. The man screams as I drink up his blood.

After I drained the man out of his blood, I killed him to take his clothes. I pat myself down to take the dirt off when a beeping sound goes off in the pocket. I confusedly take it. What is this thing? I throw it away from me and quickly leave the wood before someone sees me.

Elena's P.O.V.

I decided to go sit on the porch swing to write down something in my journal. But what? Nothing comes to my mind. Though, so much happened lately. My journal is laying out on my lap with a verging page in front of me. I feel lost in my head. I held my phone up to my ear as I call and leave Bonnie a voicemail. She hasn't talked to me since her grandmother had a heart attack due to spending to much energy on the spell back in the tomb. I hang up as Jenna walks up onto the porch and stops to look at me while sipping her coffee. Since my aunt explained me about my birth parents, it's been kinda cold between us. I still haven't told Jeremy about it. I wonder how he will react?

- What are you doing out here? It's cold, asks and tells me my aunt while sipping her coffee.

- Thinking, writing. The, uh, funeral for Bonnie's grandma, it brought back a lot about mom and dad. I was wondering...you said that you would do some digging about them, the adoption.

- Right, she says looking down sadly.

- So did you? She frowns at me confused. Dig?

- Come on inside, I close my journal and follow her inside. Jenna pulls out her laptop and sits down at the dinning table. I stand next to her, removing my jacket as I watch what she is doing. Your dad kept everything from his medical practice-records, logs, old appointment books. Jenna pulls out a journal and opens it. I found an entry from the night you were born. Patient and a birth date. Isobel Peterson.

- Do you think that's her real name? I question hoping it is my mother's name.

- Pregnant teenage runaway? Probably not. First name, maybe. But where'd she get Peterson? Classmate? Best friend? So I binged it. Jenna pulls up the Internet and types in the name in the search engine. I searched for all the Petersons in this area born the same year as Isobel, found 3--2 men and a woman, Trudie, who lived in Grove Hill, Virginia.