"My room looks different". I said taking in a space that had been sacred for so much of my life but ruined by the memories of the past five years. They were good and bad memories but mostly they were full of confliction and guilt!

"Are you ready for this Elena. I mean, do you even know who you want to be with"? I starred intently at Bonnie for a long moment. Who did I want to be with? Damon or Stefan? Stefan or Damon? It was the question of the century. The million dollar question. The question that both were waiting for an answer to that I was not ready to give.

I looked over toward the window. There was a speck of blood that stained the glass from last nights brawl. I immediately ran to it and wiped it with the bottom of my shirt.

"I thought we got it all up". I mumbled zombie like as I walked back over to my bed where Bonnie sat starring at me as if I would collapse.

Bonnie moved closer to me. I could feel the mattress shift as she came closer. I trembled before she could touch me.

She gasped for air, "I know you are still scared about last night. It scared me too. It scared everyone. No one knew they would take it that far. After I left I dug around in some old spell books."

"No magic Bonnie" I interrupted her before she could finish. "I can not spell myself out of this. It's getting out of hand. They keep fighting and last night well, last night was the worst I have ever seen them act because of me. No magic. I have to choose on my own."

Bonnie smiled and grabbed my hand. "Elena close you eyes please." I stared at her in disbelief. Did she not hear a word I said?

"Close you eyes right now Elena". My eyes shut automatically to the fierceness that now filled her voice. I tried to move. To get away from her and her magic. No magic could fix this. I was a horrid person. I was Katherine.

"Sit still" she commanded. And then I couldn't move. What was Bonnie doing to me?

"Bonnie please. Please no spells. I have to do this right. I can't be her. I don;t want to be her". I began to cry. "Stefan called me Katherine last night... Katherine." I began to sob.

"Elena you know you are not Katherine. He was angry. He didn't mean it and I will prove it. Sit still. I had to put a restraining bond on you so that I could do this. I know you cant do this on your own and I will be there to help you. Look for me at the old plantation house. I'll be there waiting for you. Come quickly and what ever you do just play along."

Play along?

She began to mumble some things in another language. I was so confused what was she talking about and before I knew it the light coming in through my bedroom window was gone. It was dark and it was cold and I drifted away.

"Ahhh", I gasped for air.

"Elena are you alright"? A voice asked from my right side.

"Oh no, do see that she is ok please." A woman's voice spoke from somewhere above me.

I opened my eyes to see a man with a thick mustache and a top hat kneeling down over me waving his hand in my face.

"Who are you?" I asked him.

"Oh dear she hit her head hard". The lady said glancing down upon me worried.

"Who are you?" I asked the her. "And why are you dressed like that lady"? I looked at the man. "Why is she dressed like that?"

"Elena dear, you are dressed like that." I looked down and saw nothing but fabric. Heavy thick fabric covering my body. "Let me help you to this bench". He said taking my hand and lifting me easily off the ground.

I stood up. I was wearing heels? I couldn't really breathe either. Something under this dress was extremely tight and extremely uncomfortable. Dress?

"What is causing my lungs to feel as if they are gonna burst out of my throat"? I asked as I sat down upon the bench next to the man. The woman dressed in a beautiful long gown waltzed over to me laughing.

"Why silly girl that is your corset of course. Edmund she really must have hit her head hard. Elena it's me Madison Gilbert. Your cousin my dear." I looked into her eyes. They were dark and friendly. She was pretty and she looked like someone I once knew. Or her features did at least. The man sitting next to me tipped his hat as I stared at him with confusion.

"Where am I"? I asked Edmund.

"You are in Mystic Falls. We are here visiting our family. We do this sort of family reunion once every few years cousin." So he was my cousin too. And I was in Mystic Falls. I looked around confused. I saw nothing but land for miles. Tree after tree. I turned back to the two people who had helped me up. Their clothes looked as if they were from the past. My dress, the corset my cousins.

"What year is it Edmund"? I asked with curious eyes. He stared at me and smiled.

"Why it's 1863 Elena. You did hit your head hard. Lets take you back up to the house where you can go lie down".

My heart began to pound as my two cousins grabbed a hold of each side of me and began to walk me down a grassy lawn to a big beautiful white house.

"Jonathan will know what to do. Maybe fix her some tea get some ice for her head. Her mother would be so worried." Madison began mumbling about how my mother didn't want to let me go but as long as she, my cousin came with me she would feel at ease and how dreadful it is that I should have fallen in her care.

"Jonathan". Edmund called out. I know this. I know who Jonathan Gilbert is. He is the one who

betrayed Pearl. He was in love with her and still put her in the tomb. He helped kill Damon and Stefan. He was my relative. I read his journal. He was crazy. I had to put my distaste toward him away and pretend that my dear cousin was worth my time.

"Johnathan. She fell and hit her head pretty hard. I think she needs to lie down and drink some tea or water perhaps." Madison explained as John looked into my eyes. He lifted each lid and stared at them.

"Follow my finger Elena". He began to move his finger back and forth in front of my face. This was annoying.

I pulled away from Madison and Edmund. "I'm fine". I said rolling my eyes and walking past them up to the house.

Jonathan began to run after me. "Please let me help you to your room at least. Where is your servant Elena"?

What the hell was he talking about. A servant?

"Where is Bonnie?" He questioned.

I began to laugh. "Bonnie. She is not my servant? What have you people been smoking".

He threw me a confused glance "I smoked my pipe earlier but what does that have to do with anything."?

"Can you please just take me to my room John. I need to lie down". He smiled and held his arm out and lead me upstairs.

When I entered the room I thanked him and closed the door to get rid of the sight of him.

I looked around the room for some sense of understanding of what was happening to me. What the Hell I though to myself as I started searching the luggage on the floor. And then there is was. A clue. A picture of Bonnie and I in clothing from 1863. We were standing in front of an old plantation house. What was it that Bonnie said before I blacked out? I thought to myself.

I sprang out the door and down the stairs. A plump woman met me eyes gazed upon my face as if I was mad.

"Miss where you off too. Should I call for John?" Her voice trailed off with no meaning.

"No no. Is there a car I can use." I asked not even realizing it was 1863.

She looked at me with confusion. "Excuse me? A car?"

"I mean what are those things we use for transportation with the whole horse thingy".

She interrupted, "mam you hit your head hard. You know it's a carriage. Right?".

This whole 1863 and confusing the future was getting old. "Yeah a carriage. I need it."

She was hesitant but she knew by the tone of my voice I meant business. "Follow me Miss Elena."

I followed the plump woman out to the front of the house where a carriage and horse were waiting.

"Clifford." She shouted. A young tall handsome black man stood up from under the shade of a tree. He ran clear across the dirt road to meet us.

"Yes Maddie". He gasped out catching his breath.

"Take Miss Elena wherever she suits to go you here." Maddie ordered. "And don't go too fast. Miss hit her head hard." Maddie began to walk back into the house without glancing back.

"This way Miss Elena". He took my hand and helped me into the carriage. We began to move down the dirt path. "Where would you like to go on this fine afternoon?" He asked cheerful and kind.

"Clifford, forget what Maddie said. I need to get to the old plantation and fast!" I spit out.

He threw me a curious look. "The old plantation huh? Ok miss whatever you want I will do. Pick it up boy". He pulled the reins and the horse took off faster and then John's house was out of site.

The trip was long. Longer than it needed to be. We were about a five minute car ride away but it took us about twenty minutes. The plantation was large and empty. It looked deserted!

"Where is everyone?' I asked confused.

He threw me another curious glance, "well miss this plantation hasn't been in use for quite sometime. Said to be haunted."

No wonder he looked so nervous.

"Well I hopefully wont be too long. If it makes you feel at ease wait at the end of the driveway. I will walk out to get you." The tension melted off his forehead.

"Thank you miss. Here we are." He got down and opened the door to let me out. "Do you need me to walk you in Miss Elena?"

I smiled at him kindly. "No thank you Clifford. I wont be alone. Go ahead and go. I know you are nervous."

He began to chuckle. "Not nervous just a little, well you know nervous." We both laughed and I told him to go on and I wouldn't be long.

I walked up the big white dusty stairs to the front door. The smell of the place was old and deserted. The white paint was chipping and there were large cob webs in every corner. The weeds in the yard had grown up to about my waist and the trees branches hung low to the ground. If I jumped high enough I could grab onto them.

I twisted the door knob and walked into the house. Ewe it smelled musty inside. I didn't enjoy the smell one bit.

"Bonnie". I called out hoping I wouldn't have to go any further. I left the door wide open to get a draft. It was summer and the heat was harsh but even harsher inside this old musty house.

I began to hear footsteps coming down the stairs. The stairs were a few feet in front of me but rounded around the other way so I couldn't see who was coming down them. I stepped further in and walked slowly toward the stairs.

"Bonnie" I whispered starting to get frightened.

And as I rounded the corner my best friend stood with the drabbest clothes I have ever seen her wear but had the biggest most beautiful bright smile upon her face.

"Elena" she gasped and held out her arms for me.