[Ever since the birth of the newest doppelganger, things had been going be excruciatingly for the original hybrid. All he wanted to do was up the numbers of his army. He had lost some throughout the years, actually, more than he’d like to point out. It was time to rebuild it and he had his right hand man doing the work he personally couldn’t. Not with the influx of the same people he had to deal with five hundred years ago. All he wanted was the girl’s blood and safety. Apparently, it wasn’t going to be viewed that way and the Salvatores and co were going to make this difficult. Nora, however, was his inside man. Posing as a high school student for a year now. He was informed right away when Stefan and Rebekah had made their appearance. It was nearly pathetic that they’d choose now to uproot themselves and start to ‘protect’ her. Of course it was going to look quite odd. Idiots. Right now, though, he was at this party. Making his first formal appearance in Mystic Falls but only to find Callie. For five minutes, he told himself. He didn’t want to risk the chance of running into the bodyguards. He was deep in a crowd, hiding behind a group of really drunk high school kids and trying to blend in with a red cup of alcohol in his hand. He was interacting a bit, but mostly keeping his eyes on Callie, waiting for her to make a move to go somewhere in which he could talk to her alone]

