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Hi there! Welcome to my TVD fanfiction! I'm really excited for this one, because TVD has very recently become my guilty pleasure. Therefore, I can't wait to consume myself in this story.

Disclaimer/Warnings - I do not own TVD or any of the amazing characters. Some of the characters may seem a tad bit OOC. Don't hate me for it please. If I drop off the face of the earth while writing this, don't worry. I'll be back!

Now, with that out of the way, enjoy!

A New Victorian

"Miss. Petrova, you are aware of the effects this spell could have, correct?" The warlock asks with a worried tone dripping from his Swiss tongue. As a servant of nature, he has never even thought about using a spell that could mess up the life of another. But the woman in front of him was fairly persuasive, offering him the one thing he had always dreamed of. Eternal life.

Yes, the warlock had grown out of practice, finding it too dangerous to pursue. But being human wasn't quite on his to-do list. No, he wanted to be supernatural. Stronger, faster. He wanted to be a vampire. And Katerina could give it to him.

Katherine laughs, patting the man's shoulder in reassurance. "Oh, I'm aware. Don't you worry, I'll be sure to finish my business before the next full moon. The girl must, however, be out of the way. This was the first thing I thought of."

"Make sure you come back here on the night of the full moon. If you are incapable of this, the lives of people and supernatural alike will be altered for the worse. You would end up in that tomb in the church just like all those other vampires."

The set vampire smiles mischievously, throwing her curly locks over a delicate shoulder. "I'm very capable. Trust me."

Bird's song pierces through the morning fog, sending a wake up call to the sleeping animals in the forest. Sunlight trickles through the overhanging branches like rain through a weak spot in a roof. The rays dance on the ground, fallen leaves glowing as color reflects off of them.

However, one small little ray doesn't reach the dusty forest floor, instead radiating off of smooth olive skin. A girl, no older than 17, lays sleepily in her pajamas. Her navy plaid shorts and soft pink tank top leave her exposed to travelers who do not think twice to continue on the dirt road that sits a few feet beside her.

Her long brown hair blankets her shoulders, comforting her as she sleeps soundly, unaware of her new surroundings. It wasn't until a curious fox approaches her, it's white tipped ears perked and black orbs observing it's new found obsession.

The wet nose of the creature runs along Elena's arm, inhaling her sweet rosy scent mixed with the roughness of dirt. The chilling sensation that drove up her arm caused her nerves to tense, and her deep brown eyes to pop open in alarm.

A squeal erupts from her throat as she sees the small red carnivore, scaring it off in mere seconds. Elena gets to her feet, brushing off dirt and leaves as she takes in the area. The woods... how did she get to the woods? She was no where near the woods the previous night.

In fact, Stefan had come to tuck her in before she went to sleep. And there was no way someone had carried Elena there. She isn't a very deep sleeper. So how was this possible.

The sound of wheels caught Elena off guard, and she quickly swiveled around to spot a black carriage being carted by a snow white horse on a dirt path. Carriages? Since when do people in Mystic Falls ride in carriages? As far as Elena knew, there were no Amish people in this area, so that thought was cancelled out quickly.

There was a small squeak as the carriage came to a halt and the door flew open. A woman about Elena's age hopped out, her blue eyes wide in horror as she observed Elena's attire. She, herself, was wearing a fluffy blue dress with white slippers. Her blonde curls flew behind her as she ran towards Elena, absolutely winded from running about 3 meters.

"Oh, dear! Darling what ever are you doing out here? And with no clothes on?" Her delicate voice smoothed out as she caught her breath, gently grabbing Elena's hand with her own dainty digits. "You must come with me at once. We will see to it that you get a proper dress and some breakfast. Oh dear."

Without even getting a chance to speak, Elena was ushered into the carriage where she was met by the eyes of a young girl and of a man perhaps two or three years older than she was. They both resembled the crazy girl who decided to take Elena home with her, they had those sapphire hues that pierced her own brown irises, and curly blonde hair.

And they vaguely reminded her of Caroline.

Where was Caroline? No, better yet, where was Elena? There was no way she was in Mystic Falls. There was just no way. The people in her home town didn't dress like they were going to a ball. They didn't ride in carriages. It just didn't make sense.

The small girl's face lit up, not thinking twice about the attire of the foreign girl, instead seeing a new friend. "My name is Guinevere Draut! What is yours?"

Elena clears her throat, forcing a returning smile to be polite. "Elena. Elena Gilbert."

The man's jaw dropped, looking over her with an odd mixture of confusion and wonder. "Gilbert? I was unaware that Jonathan had another daughter. Any who. It's a pleasure to meet you, Elena. My name is Jacob."

Brows furrowed, she tried to recover from what had just hit her. Jonathan Gilbert? He's alive? And the carriage... the people... Elena was in the 1800s. She had to be. There was no way this could be happening if otherwise. But how had she gotten here? What happened to her? Will she be here for the rest of her life?

A small tap on her shoulder brought her out of her trace, her head snapping around to see the woman frowning slightly beside her. "Elena, dear, are you alright? I had just introduced myself as Rachel and asked you why in the world were you in these God forsaken woods."

"Oh! Yes, I'm fine. I- I don't know, really. But can I ask you something?" Elena murmured, hesitant to ask the strangers she had just met anything. "What year is it?"

The whole bunch of curly-haired siblings laughed softly, amused by her rather odd question. Rachel laid a hand on her shoulder, smiling kindly. "Elena, sweetheart, it is 1863."

Once the four had arrived at their home, Rachel had rushed Elena up to her bedroom to fit her into one of her many dresses. Luckily, they were about the same size. So Elena could borrow Rachel's clothing until she could get her own.

On the way, she had explained that she wasn't Jonathan Gilbert's daughter, and that she was simply lost. The family immediately offered to home her with them until she could get on her feet. Elena didn't know, however, if she ever will. After all, she had no clue what it was like during this time period, and she hoped she didn't have to stay long enough to find out.

How had she even gotten here? People don't just travel through time in their sleep. It simply didn't happen. Perhaps this had something to do with a witch. Who else could have sent her here?

"Will this one do?" Rachel held up a light green dress embroidered with delicate patterns of golden flowers and a gold sash to go about the waist. "I think it would look much better on you than it does on me."

Elena smiles, nodding as she reaches out to put it on. However, Rachel smacks her hand, her eyes widening but the shock not quite making it to her lips as they curved up into a wide smile. Obviously, she was not ready to put on the dress just yet.

Rachel drapes the dress over the large bed and returns to her closet to grab a snow white corset. "It's brand new," she says, giggling in excitement as she holds it out for Elena. For a moment, Elena was offended, thinking that Rachel was inferring that she was too wide set to fit in the perfectly thin dress. Then it occurred to her that wearing a corset in this time period was a necessity for women.

So reluctantly, Elena put on the corset, gritting her teeth as Rachel worked her small hands against the threading, tightening it to her already tiny stomach. With each pull, Elena felt as if she was going to throw up the breakfast they had served her of eggs and bread. It was an extremely painful experience.

How did Katherine put up with this?

By the time the corset was locked in place and her hoop skirt was fitted around her waist, it was nearly lunch time. Luckily for Elena, it did not take as much time to put on the ivory green dress and fix her hair. And observing herself in the mirror, her thin frame coated in a beautiful dress and her hair draping down her back with a flower pin holding it out of her eyes, she looked as if she belonged here.

"Thank you, Rachel. This is perfect." Elena smiles brightly, turning around to hug her new friend. The idea of hugging someone made her miss her friends dearly, but she wouldn't allow herself to think of them. After all, how else is she going to adjust to this new setting. Especially if she might be stuck here for good.

Rachel nods, grabbing Elena's hands enthusiastically. "Come along. Since you do not know your way around these streets, I will introduce you to my beloved Mystic Falls. Trust me. It is glorious."

And just like that, they were out of the house and walking down the dusty roads of Mystic Falls, waving hello to everyone they crossed paths with like proper ladies. And to be honest, Elena had fun. She felt as if she was meant to be there. That isn't too strange, is it?

Along the way, Elena heard many names she recognized. Forbes, Lockwood, Gilbert, and the one that made her stop dead in her tracks, Salvatore. Her heart almost stopped beating entirely, remembering her love, Stefan and his brother, Damon. Who had both lived in this exact town, at this exact time. And before she knew it, Elena was smiling ear to ear.

Although she knew it would be weird to ask, Elena quickly found the words slipping out of her mouth. "Do the Salvatore brothers live here? I have heard... good things about them."

Rachel releases a small giggle, nodding quickly. It was apparent that she fancied them. Or rather, their looks. Elena was uncertain if she had met them before. "They do! Come with me and I will introduce them to you. They are close family friends, even though they are not necessarily my friends. We don't talk often."

A smile stretches across Elena's face, following quickly after her companion. Her dress moved along with her with ease, the hoop skirt making it easier for her to run, aside from the part where she has to hold it up. That part was a tad bit annoying.

It took a mere five minutes to reach the Salvatore mansion by foot, but every second was worth it for Elena. Every step brought her closer to Stefan. Every step brought her closer to the one that could make all of this right.

The one that is human. The one that has no idea who she is.

Elena found her smile fading, although she made sure to hide it from Rachel as best she could. The idea of having to start all over with Stefan made her heart throb. To know that she will remember all that happened in her life in the 2000s. He won't know any of it.

But at least the world was on her side and decided to dump her in a time when Katherine Pierce was not in Mystic Falls. That means she will have Stefan to herself... for the most part. At least that part is okay. Elena will be able to talk to Stefan and develop the same relationship with him that she had last night when he was humming a soft melody to her as he tucked her in, as he gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

And now, she stood before a mansion that looked to be bigger than the Boarding House. Her nerves ate at her as she walked down the stone path, releasing Rachel's hand and venturing off on her own. As Elena approached the home of her love, she tried to gather up how she will manage to knock on that unfamiliar door.

Will his father open the door instead of himself? Maybe Damon? If Damon opened the door, she probably wouldn't mind as much, seeing as how she knew how he is. His personality was not all that appealing to her. However, she managed to be friends, or something like that, with him.

As Elena racked her brain, the door to the garden swung open, a trigger happy man with familiar features striding out. He was about her height, with light brown hair that curled slightly at the ends and deep brown hues to match. Unlike most of the men she had seen this afternoon, the man wore brown pants and white stockings, a dirty white shirt and suspenders to hold up the pants that seemed to fit him perfectly.

He tore off the dirty gloves he wore, probably just coming from working in the garden. His beautiful profile suddenly turned to see the two girls walking gracefully towards him, and Elena caught her breath. Stefan. Her beloved Stefan. She held back the urge to run to him. To hold him and kiss him and love him. For he didn't know who she was, and that tugged at Elena's heart like an anchor.

But she refused to show it, instead reflecting the smile that he held across his chiseled features. Rachel was suddenly back at her side, nudging Elena softly as if to encourage her. But Elena didn't need to be encouraged, because she knew that Stefan would be happy to meet her. After all, they were in love before, weren't they?

"And who might you have with you today, Rachel?" Stefan calls out, laughing softly to himself as he jogged to meet the girls, who he knew would not do the same.

Rachel slowed, and Elena followed her lead, unaware of many of the customs from this particular time period. Her friends hand rested on her arm, her eyes shifting from Stefan to Elena. "This is my newest companion, Elena Gilbert. We came across her in the woods. She was said to have been lost. But she asked to meet you."

Stefan's smile widens, turning from Rachel to Elena. "Well then, mistress Elena, I welcome you to Mystic Falls. My name is Stefan Salvatore."

Without removing his eyes from Elena's, he takes her hand and brings it up to his lips, kissing it softly in greeting. Oh, how she wished she could grab him and press those smooth red lips to her own. If only she could. But if she did, he wouldn't think of her as he did when they met in her other life. It was so unfair.

"Thank you, Stefan. It is a pleasure to meet you." Elena responded, her cheeky burning.

"The pleasure is all mine." Stefan released her hand, his smile never faltering. "Now tell me, Elena. Why have I not met you before, if your name is in fact Gilbert."

Elena felt her face redden even more, averting her gaze from his handsome face at least for a second. "I am not related to the founders here. I have simply lost my way."

The entire answer was a lie, but Stefan couldn't know that. If he knew, he would ask more questions. Questions that Elena didn't have the answers to. She simply wanted to be around him. As a human, Stefan was more relaxed, he had nothing to hide. Nothing to fear. His hunger was to normal human food, and he did not have to worry about eating Elena.

That is, if she could get him to fall in love with her again.

But soon Rachel was pulling at Elena's arm and glancing over her shoulder. "We must go now. My mother wanted us to pick up some fresh loaves and barley for the horses while we are out."

Elena frowns, her eyes darting from Stefan to Rachel and back to her dear, dear Stefan. She was no where near ready to leave yet. "Oh, but Rachel. I want to talk with Stefan some more. He is a very intriguing."

Her love laughs softly, wonder in his beautiful brown eyes. And Elena almost melted right there. If it weren't for Rachel holding onto her, she might have fainted. "No, Elena, go on. But I'll tell you what. We're having a ball tonight to commemorate the return of our soldiers. Would you do me the honor of allowing me to escort you?"

It took everything in her body not to jump into his arms and squeal. Stefan never enjoyed going to the dances at school, but perhaps he liked these. Elena nods excitedly, giggling as she tucks a loose strand of her silky hair behind her ear. "Yes, yes I'd love that."

"Then I will see you tonight." And with that, Stefan turns on his heels and disappears, leaving Elena and Rachel to go on with their trip to the market.

Rachel turns her around, locking arms with a shaky Elena as she begins to stride back to the main road. "Stefan Salvatore just asked you to the ball."

It was as simple as that, yet said with so much enthusiasm that Elena was having doubts about her own excitement. Should she be happier about this? After all, she's been to plenty of dances with Stefan. This is just another of the sort. Except with real dancing. Like ballroom dancing.

Elena didn't specialize in ballroom, but really, it couldn't be too hard. She danced a little with Damon at the Miss Mystic Falls pageant. It should be alright. Besides, it's Stefan. Knowing him, he'll take the lead, yet it will be completely subtle so as not to make Elena think that he is in control. He's perfect like that.

Perhaps this will not be so bad after all.

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I hope you liked chapter one! I am in love the idea of this story, so I'm excited for it. Anyways, thanks for reading, and make sure to come back soon!

~ Charlotte :)