Silas had no idea what happened after his run in with Tess. Somehow after the dance he woke up in Everett and God, it was so stupidly boring. He knew right away he wasn’t in Mystic Falls but instead he was in Washington and of course Silas’ plan to find the anchor to the Other Side was derailed. Again. There was nothing he could do here and of course there were all these zombies around. It was kind of pointless and unfortunately Silas couldn’t control the mind of something that was dead.
However, the city itself was like one big playground. Silas used his psychic abilities to make himself rather unseen as he got to know who the players were and what was going on. He knew about the ‘soldiers’ who were roaming around the city and the surrounding area. They were just hired guns working to snatch up people with abilities. It wasn’t any of Silas’ business. He really didn’t care about the things that didn’t involve him.
He wasn’t expecting much of anything until like magic Damon and Stefan Salvatore walked into the little gas station that Silas was holding himself up. It had food that could sustain him and because Silas only needed a little bit of blood here and there to survive it was easy to compel anyone to slice open their wrist for a little pick me up.
Using his ability to warp their minds, Silas made Stefan invisible to Damon for just a little while. He also made sure that Stefan’s voice was in no way hearable as Silas made his appearance in front of his doppelganger, his head tilting to the side.