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As soon as she stepped out of the house, she saw two young handsome men playing rugby with big smiles on their faces, making her smile as well.

Stefan stopped running as soon as he saw the stunningly beautiful woman standing on the porch. He stood there frozen, entranced by her beauty.

Damon frowned at his brother when he noticed he stopped running after him. He walked over to him and noticed he was looking at something or someone. He turned and saw the beautiful noirette.

The older Salvatore smiled mischievously as he playfully nudged his younger brother, who was too entranced with the noirette.

Smiling, Imogen looked away.

Smiling, Imogen looked away

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Stefan's eyes widen. "If we met then how come I didn't remember you back in the 1920s?" he asked.

Imogen shrugged. "It's been years, Stefan. Maybe you forgot. After I left, Katherine arrived and your whole world revolve around her."

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Rebekah was with the rest of the cheerleading squad at practice, doing a series of gymnastic moves, when Elena walked up to her.

"You! Goody!"

"I was hoping we could talk." Elena said.

"About what? Stefan? Imogen? Don't worry, I'm not killing you, yet. In fact, you should probably take a page out of my book, if I'm being honest." Rebekah said, mockingly.

"Actually, I'd rather talk about this." Elena said as she held up a photo of Rebekah's name written in Runic on a cave wall.

Upon seeing the photo, Rebekah's attitude changed yet tried to remain calm.

"I'm curious why you and Klaus have spent a thousand years running from your father. Even Imogen ran away with you two."

"I should get back to the girls. Homecoming's right around the corner." Rebekah said and turned to leave.

"Well then, maybe I'll ask Mikael when we wake him." Elena said nonchalantly.

Rebekah stopped walking and turned to the doppelgänger. "You're bluffing! You don't know where he is. No one does."

"So, then who's rotting in that old cemetery in Charlotte?"

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