AN: Okay, everyone. This is my first attempt at writing any fanfiction. So please go a little easy on me, and hopefully some good feedback. All rights go to Julie Plec and the creators of The Vampire Diaries.
You'd think that with how often I watched the show, being dropped into it would be exciting. Nope.. not so much. Why couldn't I be resurrected in a nice cushy TV show like Gilmore Girls or even How I met your mother? Not The Vampire Diaries where I have to watch for flying heads and hearts! See, I was minding my own business when I started to get these random pains, bruises and nose bleeds at night. Even though I worked in healthcare, I avoided going to the doctor myself and always dismissed these signs. So when I found out I was terminally ill with Leukemia I was pretty caught off guard. But when my time finally came I was okay with it. I had accepted that this was life. It happens. Sucks. But it does. So when the bright light on the other side didn't lead to my anticipated after life but a cold, blurry, white hospital room, I was most disappointed.
Finally, I was wrapped in a blanket and was cuddled to a sweaty, warm chest. I couldn't see the greatest but I could just make out deep brown eyes set in a kind face smiling down at me. "She's beautiful," my (apparently new) mother whispered. All of a sudden, a new blur appeared beside her "You did great, Miranda." What appears to be my father, cradled my head. "What should we name her? I don't think Marie suits her like we originally picked," mom questioned my still unnamed father. "We could name her after my mother?" Dad said sounding some what hopeful. "GRAYSON GILBERT, NO!" mom exclaimed, "we are not going to bring torture to our baby girl right from the start!" "Why Gertrude is a perfectly good name?" Grayson muttered. By this point though everything had come to a stand still for me when it felt like I had been doused in ice water. I couldn't believe it. There was no way it could be real. You read about these types of experiences but never would have thought it could be true, that it could happen to someone as plain jane as myself. But here I was, a newborn babe, with parents supposedly named Grayson and Miranda Gilbert. It was too much of a coincidence. I decided I would have to wait and see if there were any other developments that could prove to that I was in an alternate universe. My parents it seemed had finally come to a decision on what to call me as Miranda finally spoke to me, "Welcome to the family, Ivy Freya Gilbert."