*I do not own any of the characters or work with the TV show. This is simply a story that I thought up of. I hope you enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE

I could feel the breeze brush past my face as I was running through the thick brush of the forest. I was being chased. I didn't feel in danger though; it was different. It was playful. The sun shone right above us, and I couldn't contain my laughter. Whoever was chasing me was getting closer, I could hear the branches breaking closer towards me. I must be in heaven. I turned around to glance behind me fully expecting Stephan.

"Damon?!"

~~~RING!~~~

I bolted upright. What a strange dream! I quickly picked up my ringing phone and looked at the time. 3.30am. Weird. A feeling of nervousness washed over me; what could be so important that Stefan would call me at this ungodly hour?

"Hello?" my voice trembled.

" Elena, are you safe? Is everything okay?!" Stefan's voice was strained.

"I'm fine, what's going on?!" I couldn't stop the tears welling up in my eyes. We decided a week ago we would take a break from him and I and I guess you could say that I'm not entirely over it yet. His voice felt like daggers in my heart all over again.

" We have a hunter problem. One just broke into the house, vervained both Damon and I and performed a ritual and disappeared into thin air. Damon is picking Bonnie up as we speak and I am on my way to you. Bonnie is going to see if she can reverse the spell or even see what he was up to."

" Oh my god! Are you guys okay?! Do you feel normal?"

"Yes, apart from a headache I think we are both alright. Just get changed and meet me on the porch in ten."

"Okay, sounds good," I said as I hung up the call.

This is insane! A hunter in Mystic Falls? A magical one at that too. I walk over to my dresser and pull out my favourite olive green blouse and slide on a pair of jeans. If it's going to be a long night, I might as well be comfortable. I slip out of my room and slowly tiptoe my way downstairs. Jeremy is still asleep, and I was going to keep it that way. I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a glass to fill it with water. Before I could take my first sip, a sudden feeling of déjà vu hit me. Suddenly, I was no longer in my kitchen. I was walking up a grand staircase in a vast mansion. You can tell that the furnishings were exquisite and expensive but dated. Reeeaaally dated. It felt so real, but it made no sense why I was in this place!

"You are a disgrace, boy!" I heard a man's voice echoing in the room to my left followed by a loud whack. Definitely skin on skin contact.

I ran to hide behind a large china cabinet in case the man decided to come out of the room. All I could hear was muffled talking and sounds of a struggle. Shortly after, a rather tall muscular man stormed out of the room and went back down the stairs. Phew! He didn't see me!

Just as quickly as I entered that dream world, I snapped right back out of it; just like a rubber band. I quickly glanced over to the time on the oven: 3.25. Shit, Stefan must be waiting outside! I quickly swallowed the last bit of water, put the empty glass back into the sink, ran to grab my coat and stealthily opened the front door to leave.

True enough, Stefan's red Porche was waiting for me on the other side of the sidewalk. I quickly jog to the vehicle and get right in.

"Everything okay? Your heart rate is a little elevated?" Stefan inquired.

" Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little scared is all".

"Nothing to worry about, we will get this under control tonight."

His words were just a daze in my head as I recollected my vision I had in the kitchen. Who was that man and why would it feel like such a clear memory? We rode the rest of the drive in silence. Stefan drove right up to the front entrance of the boarding house. I opened my door and promptly walked out of the vehicle before he could say anything. I wasn't going to be this petty girl who sat and talked about her feelings to her ex in his car crying. I was better than that, and he knew it.

I made my way to the entrance and opened the large, wooden door.

CREEEAAAKK

" Someone has seriously got to WD-40 that thing. Just because vampires are living in this house, doesn't mean that it needs to sound like a murder house." Damon bellowed from the living room.

I couldn't help but let a little smile cross my face. Even with his crazy semantics, self-destructive behaviour and cocky nature, the man did have a sense of humour. My kind of humour. I made my way towards the living room and there he was, Damon Salvatore. He was intently watching Bonnie as she was chanting a spell by the fire. Her Grimoire was open at least halfway, and I could see the concentration in her eyes. Not wanting to be a distraction, I made my way to the couch and sat down as silently as possible. The warmth of the fire warmed me up even this far away. I took a quick glance in Damon's direction and caught him looking right back at me. A little startled, I mouthed an "Are you okay?" in his direction. He gave me a small nod, and that's all I needed to be assured.

Stefan sat on the couch beside me with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked so perfect with the fire casting light onto his statuesque face. It has felt like forever since we last spoke, like actually talked. To be frank, I didn't want to remember our last conversation. We had decided that maybe it was time to take a break from us. It hurt me deeply, but it felt like a good idea, I'm not too sure why but it just felt right. Breaking away from the painful memory, I started to glance around the room, taking every detail that I hadn't before. One particular painting caught my eye. It was a lake, beautiful lush green forest framed the perfect outline of the water. Right in the middle was a park bench that was empty. Once again the feeling of familiarity rushed through me.

"Uh oh!"

I was sucked into the painting except for this time it was real. I could hear the birds chirping, the breeze rustling through the leaves and I could feel the hot sun on my skin. I looked down to look at my body. Huh, I was in a dress. Probably not something I would wear in this century but here I was, in it. I glanced over the lake, and my breath was taken away by how beautiful, peaceful it was.

"You know, the whole idea of someone painting a picture of you is to stay still, miss" a voice came from behind me.

I quickly glanced back but before I could make out the figure behind the canvas, I was snapped back right into my body. I was again in the Salvatore house.

"Are you okay Elena?!" Stefan was on top of me shaking me.

"I'm alright; just a little confused is all." Like the last time, this vision was so real.

"You just blacked out and your eyes…they went all white. Scared the crap out of us! How long has this been happening?" Damon piped up behind Stefan. Before I could reply he turned to Bonnie " Do you think this has anything to do with our little visitor this morning?"

Bonnie walked up from behind Damon.

"Well, it very well could be. I'm pretty sure I have an idea what she was seeing." Bonnie looked at me with worry in her eyes.

I spent the next twenty minutes explaining to them the two visions I had. Everyone just kept quiet, intently listening to every detail I had to offer.

"Well, I reverse engineered the spell that the hunter used, and I know exactly what he was up to" Bonnie piped up after a rather long awkward silence. " In layman's terms, he is time travelling. He took both your blood as an anchor to or a bond to you which tells me this is about you guys. This isn't something to be taken lightly. Time travel is dangerous, lots of things can go wrong."

"Well it's settled then. Send Stefan and me back to whenever the hunter went and we can deal with it. When we are done, just bring us back!" Damon said.

"It's not that easy Damon. You can't time travel back to where you were alive, that would just upset the balance too much. The worse thing that could happen is bumping into yourself. People have gone mad from it." Bonnie's words were urgent.

I peeled my eyes from Bonnie and took a quick glance at Stefan. "Holy Shit!". I couldn't stop the words escaping my mouth, Stefan had aged-dramatically. His hair had specs of grey and his face was withered and worn with wrinkles. I turned and looked at Damon to see the same. What the hell was going on?!

"One more thing," Bonnie looked just as surprised as I did, " While I was on the other side, I talked to a spirit. He offered guidance that the hunter travelled to your past, 1864 to be exact and has plans to kill Katherine before she turned any of you. A spirit wouldn't normally help a vampire but something this dramatic would bring chaos to this future world."

"Okay, now that I am slowly ageing into a grandpa, what is the plan." Damon had walked over to the full-length mirror across the room.

" That's the thing." Bonnie stood right up "I think it is Elena's destiny to go back in time and try to prevent this mess from happening.

Thank you so much for reading this first chapter! I am so excited to have this done and I am already working on all the other chapters. I am hoping to update at least 3 times a week and I plan to have it drag on (tastefully of course) a little. I would really LOVE any reviews and suggestions, I'd love to hear from you! Until next time! -OakLace