PROLOGUE

I was born in 1472. When I turned the age of six, my powers started to surface. My house ignited into flames, almost killing my parents. Once realizing that I was the cause to this tragedy, they abandoned me; threw me onto the street, like I was a piece of trash. I knew that they were just scared, but it didn't make the pain of it hurt less. I was their daughter, but instead, it was as if I was a trespassing animal.

From then on, I learnt everything that I could to survive on my own. I traveled miles, entering town after town, looking for refuge. It wasn't exactly easy, since at the time, I was still young. But people took me in, gave me a place to sleep, fed me their food. Why would they do such a thing? Well, according to them; I was a goddess on Earth. My beauty entranced them, and only grew as time passed.

But... my powers always came after that. Sometimes I didn't know when they would arrive, sometimes I had a few seconds to spare. But they always came. Towns would flare up in flames, floods would strip settlements of their houses, earthquakes struck, and tornadoes and hurricanes ravaged the lands. Many people died.

I would always survive.

I didn't know why I had these powers, or why I couldn't control them. But once people found out that I was the demon creating these disasters, they'd try to end me. Women came at me like hungry lions, however, men were simply shocked. Many were fearful of me, but the only people who ever took action against me were women, and I didn't have an explanation why. Jealous, perhaps? Well, they wouldn't be if they knew how my life was.

Town after town came to the same result. I'd be given a place to stay, a place to keep warm, I'd learn all that I could—English, Math, Science, Astrology... but in the end... I destroyed everything. I was named Demon, Witch, Succubus, Monster, The Devil...

I hated it. I hated my life. I hated myself. What did I ever do to deserve this treatment? What made me so horrible compared to other humans?

It didn't matter, because nothing would change the fact—that I was different.

It was now 1492. I should have the appearance of twenty years, though I still only looked sixteen. That was because I couldn't age.

When I was sixteen summers old, I tried to kill myself—many times. After a storm caused by my powers hit one of the towns, I felt a deep resentment towards myself. I threw myself off the top of a church, stabbed a knife threw my heart, hanged myself with a rope, drowned myself in a river... none of it worked. I'd just wake up hours later, feeling exactly the same as I was before I died. My heart still beating—beating forever.

Their claims were true... I was a demon. If or when I'd eventually die; I was going straight to hell.

I currently lived in an old shack about a mile from the nearest settlement. Nobody lived here. The accommodations were low, though that much was to be expected. I made a small bed full of dried hay in the corner, where I could sleep, knowing that if my powers were to be out of control again, I wouldn't hurt anyone.

Perhaps this time I'd die along with the fire, though, I highly doubted it.

I stole things from time to time. A bit of food, water, clothes... even luxuries like jewelry and mirrors. It was wrong, but better than killing off the population.

I looked in my mirror now, pretending like I had no idea who stared back at me. She was beautiful. Waist length dark brown hair cascaded down her back like a flowing river. Her eyes were a honey brown color, holding millions of questions. Red lips and a fair complexion completed the look. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. She was me.

And I hated how I looked. How they deceived the people around me, painting me innocent when I was the biggest threat they would ever face. No one knew where I was, and I haven't spoken to another human being in almost a year, secluded from everyone. It was for the best, it had to be this way.

I thought I'd be alone forever, for the powers within me could not be controlled. But I was severely wrong...

Hey guys, so, this is a story that I've wanted to write for a while. Like, how would it have been if the Originals met a girl like no other; a girl worth loving and giving up everything for? How would the doppelganger story be different?

Keep reading if you're interested! Hopefully, it will be better, this was just the prologue. ;)

You'll find out her name next chapter... probably.

Because this isn't my main story, I might not be able to update it as often. But please, check out my other story: Caught Between Thorns. It's a story about Elena's twin sister, Ariana.

Please review, thank you!

-Spiralcloud