"Bonnie, I need your help." The Female Gilbert spoke to her best friend, whom only had a puzzled expression on her face, she tilted her head slightly. "What with?" She asked. "I need you to put some kind of spell on me that will keep me from being found by vampires, at least until Klaus makes his grand appearance." Bonnie contemplated it, a protection spell would greatly increase her chances of surviving this battle, but she didn't agree with the last part of her sentence. "I'll do it, even when Klaus does make an appearance." The Bennett witch argued, but Elena didn't have it in her to fight back, she simply nodded her head. "Thank you."
It didn't take Bonnie long to collect her candles and grimoire, she placed them in a circle and opened the spell book, she held her hand over the pages and closed her eyes, her head tilted back slightly, suddenly the pages starting to move by themselves, Elena understood this process, the spell she chants in her mind calls the witches whom powers now belong to bonnie find the necessary spell. Bonnie explained this to her. "Step in the circle, Elena."
Elena stepped over the candles and stood in the center, a bit worried. "Let's begin." Elena gasped slightly as the candles all lit and Bonnie began speaking in -what seemed to be- Latin, but to her ears, it only sounded like gibberish, as the volume of her voice increased, the objects in the room started moving, like an earthquake was about to hit, the grandfather clock fell to the floor, Damon wouldn't be pleased about that, cupboard does flung open and the lights started flickering, and the candles went out, Elena couldn't stop her head from moving towards the sound, her lips parted, now she was scared. What was happening? It was only suppose to be a simple protection spell.
Suddenly, Elena fell to the ground without warning, lying unconscious on the wooden floorboards, once Bonnie had finished the last line of her spell, she opened her eyes. "Elena?" she called out, but the female didn't hear her, the book fell from her hands and hit the ground with a thud as Bonnie fell to her knee's beside Elena, she lifted her head from the ground. "Elena!" She shook her body, in attempt to wake her up, but she didn't. "Elena, where are you?" She could feel tears fall from her eyes and roll down her cheeks. "Come back to me."
-w-
Elena's eyes shot open, a loud gasp escaping her lips, as she jolted upwards, she took a good, clear glance around, where was she? "Bonnie?" She slowly stood up, trying to collect her balance. She tried to focus but her head was pounding, she pressed her hand to her forehead. "Oh no." She exasperated; she was lost. "What the..." The only light in the room came from a single lamp, placed on a desk, she walked towards it and picked up a few pieces of paper, as her eyes scanned the text, she became more confused, it was written in English but she didn't understand it, so she simply placed them back down.
She heard music, loud music, it seemed completely out of date, she turned to walk out of the small room, she peered her around the door, looking down both directions of the hallways, the coast was clear, she began walking to the left, slowly and cautiously, occasionally turning to look behind her, she was completely astonished by the decor of the house... Or mansion, the voices where starting to louden and the music aggravated her ears further.
Elena came to the ballroom, she inside and noticed many people dancing and talking, her heart skipped a beat when she heard footsteps near her. "Crap." She muttered under her breath, as she noticed a set of curtains inside the ballroom, she quickly crept inside and hid herself from the crowd behind the long, red material that now draped around her, she pulled the opening of them slightly, enough for her to get a visual, she looked at the faces that passed her, her eyes widened slightly when she found someone familiar.
"Trevor?" She whispered to herself, she watched him carefully as he approached another male, a taller one, with curly, shoulder length hair; she took a closer look... "Oh no." she recognized him. "Elijah... No, no, no." She continued to watch as Trevor led him to a female, when she turned around, her heart froze in place. "Katherine..."
"Katerina..." Trevor started to speak. "I'd like to introduce you to the Lord Elijah." Elena scoffed. "Lord Elijah? Yeah right." She wasn't impressed by his title; it was most probably false anyway.
She watched as they made their introductions, Katherine -Katerina- was charming, no surprise there, she seduced every male she encountered. Elijah was now holding his hand up and pointing it towards the door, then he entered, death itself entered, Elena froze in place, fear overcoming her, even by the mere visual of him. "Klaus..." She mumbled. "No, no, no, no." She repeated, this was wrong.
This was definitely wrong.
She desperately hoped this had just been a themed dance that she had been lured into, but not. It was real. This wasn't her time.
-w-
Present.
"Bonnie! What happened?" The older Salvatore practically yelled at the witch, who was still holding her best friend. "I don't know." She spoke through clenched teeth, she was angry, she was upset and she couldn't stop the tears that poured from her eyes. "It was a simple spell that went wrong." She spoke the obvious, Damon ignored the witty comment he thought. "She's still alive..." He started with his train of thought but was interrupted.
"Hey guys, what happened to Elijah?" Stefen asked as he walked into the living room, Damon stepped to the side, revealing Elena, he was beside her in seconds, his hands holding hers. "What the hell happened?" Stefan spoke. "What do you mean, 'what happened to Elijah?'"
"I went into the kitchen and there he was, lying on the ground. I thought you two took him out." Bonnie and Damon both turned to look at each other. "Whatever happened to Elena, happened to Elijah as well..." Bonnie spoke worryingly. "I'll take another look at the spell, see if I can translate." Bonnie released Elena from her grip and scooted over to the book, finding the page that the spell was on, she lost it when she dropped it. "I hope she's okay." Spoke Damon
-w-
"Son of a bitch!" Elena muttered angrily, referring to the two 'lords', she watched as they allowed themselves to be seduced by Katherine, how foolishly they succumbed to her will.
Klaus had dismissed his brother... Brother, of course, she remembered this from the story Elijah had told her, it all started to fall into place, minus the 'how she got here' part, this was the night they met Katherine, meaning she's human. Oh no. She watched as Elijah exited the ballroom, this might be her only chance to get him alone.
There was only one thing to do.
She stepped out from behind the curtains and made for the exit, she jogged through the hallways, turning when possible, she figured she would eventually be lead to the other exit, the exit Elijah had emerged from, she ignored the people that passed her, she didn't care, plus they barely gave her a glance, which suited her perfectly. When she did get to the other door, he was gone. "Damn." She muttered under her breath.
"Katerina..." She heard a familiar voice come from behind her, she slowly turned to see Elijah, scanning her entire body. "What are you wearing?" He asked, curiously. "If I told you, you wouldn't know the designer." She couldn't refuse the witty comment. "What is going?" He asked.
"You have to listen to me, Elijah." She exclaimed. "It's important... I'm not Ka-" Before she could finish, he had her pinned to the wall, his hands gripping her arms and her back aching. "Who are you?" He roared, not too loud, hopefully that wouldn't raise alarm. "You're hurting me." She said weakly, he didn't blink, instead he decided to grip her neck, he didn't trust her.
She felt her airways start to block, barely able to get a breath, her mouth opened, she tried to get as much air as she could -which wasn't a lot- she placed her hand on his, trying to remove it from her throat. "I'm.. Not-" She paused mid-sentence, to gain a tad more air. "Future." She managed to mutter incoherently. "What?" He narrowed his eyes and released her neck from his grip but his hands remained on her arms, there was barely any space between them, their lips where so close it made her uncomfortable. "I'm from the future."
God that sounded weird.
Elijah took a step back, completely surprised by her response, Elena had felt down slightly, due to the lack of air she had received, now she was breathing like she had never breathed before. "We need to talk." She spoke roughly, her throat was dry causing a terrible tone.
He nodded his head once and took her arm gently, helping her towards the closest room they could find, once they did, he closed the door behind them, Elena immediately made for the chair, whereas Elijah remained stood up, as he crossed his arms, he looked completely blank and terrifying, worse than his present self, was there any emotion inside him.
"Explain!" He practically demanded, he wasn't amused, Elena only rolled her eyes. "You have to believe me, this isn't my time, my future friend is a witch, a spell she cast on me went wrong and it sent me here." She explained, desperately trying to persuade him.
"Is that possible?" He asked, the anger was clear in his voice, it made her cautious, in a split second, and he could kill her. "I don't know, I'm not a witch, ask one." She sounded so modern, so different, he looked at her as if she was a native. A foreigner. "Believe me, I will." She felt intimidated.
-w-
They were both now in the presence of a witch, a powerful one at that, Elena felt even more in danger, if this was the Elijah she knew, she'd feel safe and protected, the Elijah she knew would never harm her. But him? No, that wasn't Elijah, she hated him.
"It is indeed possible, but from what I gather, this friend of yours, the witch, the spell went wrong intentionally, if she had harnessed the magic of 100 dead witches, then they were in control of the spell, so in turn, it never went wrong, it went right, you where sent to this time for a purpose." That made her feel much better.
Both Elijah and Elena turned to look at each other, completely baffled. "Thank you, Irina." He spoke without so much as giving her a glance, his gaze was fixated on her, and her alone. Irina nodded and left immediately, she had promised to keep this situation a secret, especially from Klaus.
Suddenly, Elijah was stood in front of her, the distance between them vanished so quickly she barely had the chance to process, she wanted so much to close her eyes and hope he would back away, but they seemed to be glued open, she swallowed a mouthful of saliva, the gulp being louder than intended. "This is..." He spoke in hushed tones. "Impossible, I know." She finished his sentence.
"So, you're the future doppelganger." He smirked malevolently. The smirk that makes her weak at the knees. "Yes, and you're going to need my help... To kill Klaus." His eyes narrowed to a glare, he resisted the urge to rip her heart from her chest. "Elaborate." He spoke through clenched teeth, she forgot that the two brothers actually got along in this era.
"You want him dead, you want revenge for what he did to your family. I can't reveal too much, if I tell you what happens in the future, the surprises will be spoiled." She almost smirked.
"Klaus would never harm our family." The words that rolled of his tongue even sounded like lies to him. "Believe me, he would and he does. He even turns Katherine into a monster."
Elijah stared directly into her eyes, searching for any sign that indicated she was lying, but he had no such luck, he took a deep breath. "What do you want me to do?"
The hint of sadness in his voice indicated that he did feel, that he did care, it was just more hidden than it was in the future, he was buried in guilt and vengeance in the future, but here, he hadn't yet met remorse. "In the future, you're a man of honor and nobility, and most of all, loyalty, are you now?" She asked carefully, in hope for a not-so-bad reaction, questioning ones honor in this era might be a mistake.
"Yes. You can trust me." She smiled slightly, his re-assurance calmed her. "Good because the plan is.. We kill Klaus during the sacrifice..." She was interrupted. "When he is at his weakest." Elena nodded her head. "We'll need a witch, a powerful one. Irina."
They stayed up most of the night to go over the details of the plan, and the outcome was not disappointing, the plan would work if all went accordingly.
"Elijah?" A voice called out from outside the room, Elijah immediately pointed towards the other door on the opposite room, Elena ran for it instantly, she recognized the voice and she certainly wasn't going to meet him 500 years before she's meant too.
She stood outside the door, listening carefully. "It's finally time to break the curse."
-w-
Elena stood outside for at least an hour before Klaus decided to leave, at which point, Elena returned to Elijah. "You cannot stay in this mansion, it's not safe, I have a house I usually stay in, and we can rest there." He suddenly placed his hands on her hips and used his vampire speed to exit the mansion, he was incredibly quick, so quick, she felt lost for air when she was in the blur.
When he had stopped, Elena tried to collect herself. And air. When she was in a right state of mind, she realized his hands where still lingering on her hips and he was gazing into her eyes, a long moment later, he finally spoke. "There's just something about you." He spoke cryptically, Elena felt a knot form in her stomach. "I've barely known you a day and I already trust you. Most don't have that privilege."
Present.
"Where did you put Elijah?" Damon asked his younger brother when he returned. "In the dungeon." Damon nodded his head. "And Elena?"
"In my bedroom." His bedroom, he knew Elena wasn't his but he would still wish for it, they both loved Elena and that's what hurt the most, knowing she would never be his.
Next minute, Bonnie had came running into the living room. "This wasn't the spell I wanted." She took a quick moment to regain her breath. "The witches gave me the wrong spell intentionally, and when I finished translating it, well... You won't believe me." Damon and Stefan turned to look at each other, the confusion notable on their expressions. "Try us." Damon answered with and they both turned to look at her, eagerly awaiting the answer, but more importantly, they were worried.
"It sent her back in time." Damon's eyes widened. "What?"