You were new to Mystic Falls, since you arrived with your brothers— Stefan and Damon Salvatore. You were the youngest, so by default, you were a baby in their eyes. This was despite the fact that you were still 213 years old.

Regardless, Mystic Halls was now your home. And so you had to put up with Stefan and Damon meeting Elena. Fighting over her. It was draining.

Today was the 4th of July, and at 10pm, the woods and clearings were filled with celebrations, fireworks, and tatty banners. Being your usual self, you drifted from your brothers to explore on your own. And also to get a drag or two.

After about a straight hour of smoking, you were high on the clouds. Yes, vampires could get high. Crazy.

Before you could comprehend anything, you already had hungry looking teenage boys stalking closer to you, catcalling and commenting on how beautiful you looked. You felt sick, but didn’t have the body strength in that moment to fight back.

But Jeremy saw them.

He saw the boys taking advantage of the new girl to Mystic Falls and wouldn’t stand for it. He drifted from his friends discreetly and came to your aid instead.

Without knowing you were a vampire. Yet.