I ended up in Covington, the nearest town to where I was. The town was bustling with people, but the street where the hair salon was not as busy. I pulled in and walked in through the glass door. A lady looked up at me from behind the desk.

"How can I help you?" She asked.

I looked her dead in the eyes, pulling on my compulsion. The lady stopped moving, staring into my eyes.

"I need you to cut and colour." I told her. "Just take a few inches off, and a strip of red here." I ran my hand through a large strand of hair underneath on my left. "Lock the door, you're closed."

This was stupid, I knew that, but it was what Sybil had told me. I had given myself over to her, so anything she said, I would do. The lady locked the door and put up the closed sign, before pulling over a cart with multiple hair products on it.

I sat down on the chair as she clipped a towel around my neck. Moving robotically, the compelled woman quickly cut my hair up to the bottom of my ribs, and then mixed a bright red in a bowl. I could hear her heart beating frantically as she worked, and smiled at her as she looked up at me.

Once she was done, My hair was shorter, and there was a bright red strand. Sybil would be happy. I turned to the woman, who was standing, shaking slightly as I stood.

"Don't make a sound." I compelled her, before sinking my teeth into her neck. She died within a minute, and her limp body fell to the floor, blood beginning to spread in a pool around her.
I smirked, wiping my bloody mouth on my hand. Kicking the glass door open, I walked out of the salon as the alarm started blaring. People turned and stared at me as I got back in my car and drove away.

Sybil was still on the couch when I got back, sifting through heaps of paper. I could see the grainy paper from centuries ago, as well as modern coloured photos. She looked up when I came in.

"Much better." She nodded. "You look pretty in that colour. Why don't you go and pick out a dress from the bedroom."

I went into the bedroom she pointed at and opened the cupboard. There were ten or so outfits hanging on hooks. I picked the red one, a tight, very short thing with gaping holes on either side. It showed more skin than there was fabric.

"Lovely." Sybil smiled. "You certainly look the part."
"The part for what?" I asked. Sybil grinned, and for the first time, I noticed that she was wearing a dress too. Hers was black, but sparkled with sequins sewn in. It was down to her knees, and had small sleeves.

"We're going to a party."

-

We pulled up at Whitmore college just past eight. I turned off the engine on my car but didn't move, waiting for Sybil's instructions.

"My sister has been posing as a college student for the last three months. According to sources, she will be at this party. Find her, and befriend her. Don't be too forward, but I want you to have plans to see her again by the time we leave."

"And if I see anyone I know?" I asked. "Like Damon, or Stefan. Caroline and Bonnie might be here too."

"If they try to talk to you, you are forbidden to mention my name, or any locations." Sybil said. I nodded. "Do not leave with anyone other than me. You will come back to me every half hour. You will know where I am."

"I'll get Celine." I promised.

"Good girl." Sybil patted my shoulder. "And while you're in there, why don't you make Damon jealous. Go dance with some of the boys."

"I'll find you in half an hour." I said.
Sybil and I got out of the car. We walked together up to the door of the frat house. The door was open, music and lights pulsing inside. We went to walk in and I hit a wall. I cursed, forgetting that I couldn't enter.

I waited outside while Sybil disappeared, and came back a minute later, a college boy I recognised on her arm. She hummed to him, her soft voice barely making a sound. He blinked, his gaze fogging over.

"Come in." He told me. I smiled and stepped over the threshold. With a nod from Sybil, I melted into the crowd, and she disappeared again. I knew she would be staying out of sight, not wanting Celine to see her.

I scanned the crowd as I blended in, looking for the person I knew as Celine. After almost ten minutes, I had still seen no sign of her. But we would be here for hours, so I had a lot of time. Picking the closest boy I saw, I moved towards him.

He grinned at me, offering his hand. I took it, giving him a sly look as he pulled me onto the dance floor. His hands landed on my waist as we danced, and I grinned, pressing myself closer to him.

"Elena?" A voice asked from behind me. I looked around and saw Stefan, looking at me with a confused expression.

"Hey!" I yelled over the music. "Dance with me!" Stefan pulled out his phone and tapped a message. I groaned. "So boring." I complained. "Your loss." And I tried to melt away into the crowd before he could react.

"Elena!" He grabbed my arm. Stefan looked at me, and I smiled at him. "What's wrong with you? Where have you been all day?"

"Out." I laughed.

"Where? With who?" Stefan asked. I didn't answer.

"Come on Stefan!" I cried. "Have some fun!"

"Her humanity's off." Damon had materialised out of nowhere. "Look at her."

"Like what you see?" I winked at him. He ignored me. "Oh come on Damon." I complained. "You Salvatores are so boring tonight. I'll go find someone else to dance with."
I tried to leave again, and both Damon and Stefan grabbed one of my arms. I struggled, but they were stronger. I growled and stood my ground, looking at Damon. Apparently, he didn't care less.

"I'm sorry Elena." He said without looking at me. I felt a stab in my back and gasped. Turning, I saw Caroline behind me, an empty vervain gun in her hand.

"Bitch." I hissed, before I fell.