About three hours outside of Mystic Falls, Virginia
She was born Teodora Adelina Petrova, daughter of Katerina Petrova and twin sister of Nadia Petrova. But she was raised Dorinda Adeline Mikaelson, ward of Niklaus Mikaelson. For over 500 years she stayed at Klaus's side, the kind, strong, and obedient daughter. Dorinda, of course, knew nothing of her mother, her family. Klaus had convinced her that they had abandoned her. Dorinda wanted nothing more than to know the truth about what had happened to her mother, and perhaps she would soon get an opportunity.
Elijah had just received word from one of his "contacts" that a woman named Rose and a man named Trevor wanted to make a deal for Trevor's freedom. Surprisingly, Elijah was quick to react, and Dorinda wouldn't hesitate to be at his side. Elijah hangs up on whomever he was talking to and looks up at her. "Ready to go?"
Dorinda motions out the door and nods. "Lead the way." The two speed away, careful to keep to the woods so as not to attract any eyes. It didn't take too long for them to arrive, coming to a stop just at the end of the driveway. It was a beautiful house, really. The front door was encircled by four large, white columns that stretched from the second floor down. Multiple bay windows lined the first floor just to the right of the door, and the driveway looped around the side of the house.
Elijah knocks thrice on the door and waits, with me standing behind and to the left of him, waiting, watching. After a moment, Elijah slowly pushes the door, letting his arm fall back to his side as the door creaks open, and taking a step just inside. Inside stood a grand staircase that broke off into two smaller staircases on either side, ascending to the second floor. The walls, ceiling, and floors were all tattered and old, and the windows were broken and boarded up, blocking out every inch of sunlight.
Somehow, the power was still on in the house, lighting some white string lights that hung on the walls, a few wall candelabras with light bulbs shaped like flames, and haphazard chandeliers wrapped in string lights that hung way too many light bulbs.. There was a room immediately to the left of the grand staircase that looked cluttered and abandoned, and a small hallway to the right of the staircase that opened into another room. This place definitely needed a clean. Some stray pieces of furniture lay about: old armchairs and toppled bookshelves with books scattered on the floor and a few on the shelves themselves, tables with candles, et cetera. The room to the left held two armchairs with a table in between, a small fireplace, and a piano that sat opposite the chairs.
Dorinda returns her attention to a woman slowly descending the grand staircase, eyes trained on Elijah and Dorinda. "Rose-Marie," Elijah greets the woman. Dorinda finally takes another step, standing beside her uncle and crossing her arms over her chest, while Elijah held them behind his back. He was always so formal. "Is there somewhere we can talk?"
Rose nods. "Yes, in here," she responds timidly, motioning to the room to the left. "You h-have to forgive the house."
"Oh, no, what's a little dirt? I completely understand." Elijah starts walking to the room and Dorinda closes the door gently before following him and Rose, sitting in the armchair closest to the doorway. Elijah stands with his back to Rose, silent a moment before continuing to speak. "So tell me, what is it that gives you the courage to call me?"
"I wanted my freedom. I'm tired of running. You in a position to grant me that?"
"I have complete authority to grant pardon to you and your little pet. What is his name these days? Trevor. If I so see fit."
"Katerina Petrova?" Rose asks, causing Elijah to turn and face her, mild curiosity present on his face.
"I'm listening."
"She didn't burn in the church in 1864."
Elijah sits in the other armchair and leans back slightly, crossing his legs. He is quiet once more just for a moment before nodding slightly. "Continue."
"She survived." Dorinda just scoffs.
"Well you're just brimming with answers aren't you? Care to go into detail?" Elijah raises a finger to silence her and Dorinda rolls her eyes, leaning back in her chair.
"Where is she?" Elijah asks, his attention now fully returned to Rose.
"You don't seem surprised by this," Rose says, a brow slightly raised.
"Oh, when you called and invited me into this armpit of civilization, which is a mere three hours from the town we know as Mystic Falls, I surmised it had everything to do with Katerina. Do you have her in your possession?"
"No, but I have better. I have her doppelgänger."
Elijah smirks ever so slightly, unimpressed. "That's impossible, her family line ended with her. I know that for fact."
"The facts are wrong."
Elijah sits up then, leaning on one of the armrests. "Well, show her to me."
"Elijah," Rose says seriously, "you are a man of honor, you should be trusted but I want to hear you say it again."
"You have my word that I will pardon you."
That seemed to be enough for her. "Follow me." Rose starts to lead her down the hall, with Elijah and Dorinda a few paces behind her.
The room where the doppelgänger was sitting housed a single musty sofa and an armchair, with a fallen, but working, chandelier on the floor where a coffee table would typically sit. An old mattress lay in the back left corner with a single light bulb sitting on the floor by the end of the mattress, and the back right corner held a small dresser or nightstand (Dorinda really couldn't tell which, and honestly could care less) with clutter and string lights all over it.
A small ledge was right at the entrance of the room, with a little curved staircase on either side, a black railing extending the length of the ledge and stairs. The top of the back wall was painted with some sort of mural, and in the middle was a white arch that stretched down the wall along the bricks and around a covered window. Dorinda knew that this room would be absolutely beautiful if someone were to touch it up. But that wasn't why they were here. Her attention falls back quickly to the matter at hand: the doppelgänger. Elena Gilbert.
And there stood Elena just in front of the sofa, clearly afraid. Elijah's face was full of surprise, and he immediately vamp-speeds to stand just in front of her. He looks at her and leans forward slowly, smelling her neck. Elena shook, breathing heavily, fear radiating off of her. "Human," Elijah states, still impressed. "It's impossible. Hello there. We have a long journey head of us. We should be going."
"Please, don't let him take me," Elena pleads, looking at Rose. She doesn't say a word, just watching the exchange.
"One last piece of business and we're done," Elijah states before approaching Trevor.
"I've waited so long for this day, Elijah," Trevor says breathlessly. "I'm truly, very sorry."
Elijah starts to circle the man, and Dorinda couldn't help but smile ever so slightly. She knew exactly what was going to happen. This man wouldn't make it out of this room alive. She descends the stairs and starts towards Elena, standing near her as if to guard her, although her goal was merely to block her from leaving. "Oh no, your apology's not necessary," Elijah assures.
"Yes, yes it is. You trusted me with Katerina and I failed you."
"Oh yes, you are the guilty one and Rose aided you because she was loyal to you and that now I honor." Elijah stops and stands directly in front of Trevor. "Where was your loyalty?"
"I beg your forgiveness."
"So granted." Trevor smiles, and in one swift motion Elijah smacks Trevor's head clean off his body. Rose lets out a pained cry and Dorinda notices Elena tense in shock.
"You...!" Rose exclaims, clutching her chest in pain.
"Don't, Rose, now that you are free." Elijah turns to Elena and starts to approach her. "Come."
"No, what about the moonstone?" Elena pipes up, clearly reaching for some excuse, either not to leave or to ensure that she lived.
Elijah's curiosity was evidently piqued once more. "What do you know about the moonstone?"
"I know that you need it and I know where it is."
"Yes?" Elijah encourages. Dorinda knew he would be growing more impatient by the minute.
"I can help you get it."
"Just tell us where the damn thing is," Dorinda says in frustration. She didn't want to stay in this squalid house for any longer.
Elena looks at her then. "It doesn't work that way."
Elijah chuckles lightly. "Are you negotiating?" He glares at Rose, expecting an explanation.
"It's the first I've heard of it," Rose assures through clenched teeth. Her voice was laced with so many emotions: fear, anger, pain, heartache. Dorinda just shook her head. She hated to feel for just that reason. Although, over time, she had been letting herself feel more and more. Just a little at a time.
Elijah returns gaze to Elena, trying futilely to compel her. He looks down at her necklace, a light frown gracing his lips. "What is this vervain doing around your neck?" He snatches the necklace off her neck, slinging it angrily aside. He grabs the back of Elena's head and forces her to look at him before compelling her. "Tell me where the moonstone is."
Almost robotically, Elena responds. "In the tomb, underneath the church ruins."
"What is it doing there?"
"It's with Katherine."
"Interesting." The faint sound of breaking glass is heard. Elijah and Dorinda look up, although Rose and Elena don't seem to react. "What is that?"
"I don't know," she responds.
"Who else is in this house?" he asks, looking then at Rose.
"I don't know." Elijah starts to lead them out, grabbing Elena's arm forcefully and guiding her with them. Rose circles to walk behind the two and Dorinda heads the back as they return to the main foyer. Two vampires suddenly blur around them and Elijah throws Elena in Dorinda's arms. They all start to look around as the vampires continue to blur.
"Rose," Elijah presses.
Rose and Elena both look back at Elijah. "I don't know who it is," she confesses. There is more movement, causing Dorinda to roll her eyes.
"Just fucking come out," she groans, annoyed.
"Up here," a male voice says from the top of the stairs. Elijah vamp-speeds up the stairs, equally as annoyed as Dorinda.
"Down here," a second voice calls from somewhere on the first floor. Suddenly a weapon is fired, shooting a stake straight into Elijah's hand. Elena is suddenly torn from Dorinda's grip as she and Rose are snatched into a hallway. A raven-haired man places a hand over Rose's mouth, implying for her to be quiet, while he pins Dorinda, a stake hovering over her chest.
"Excuse me," Dorinda hears Elijah call. "To whom it may concern, you're making a great mistake if you think that you can beat me. You can't. Do you hear that? I repeat, you cannot beat me." The man slowly releases his hand from Rose and signals for her to stay quiet before doing the same to Dorinda. "So I want the girl, I'm gonna count to three or heads will roll." The man peers around the corner, clearly trying to asses the situation. After a long pause, Elijah speaks again. "Do we understand each other?"
"I'll come with you," Dorinda hears Elena say, much less afraid than she was before. "Just please don't my friends, they just wanted to help me out."
"What game are you playing with me?" Suddenly, there is a small explosion and the sound of glass shattering. Elijah yells out in pain and Dorinda holds back a growl. No one hurts her family. No one. She hears several shots firing stakes and a tumble down the stairs. The raven-haired man finally leaves Dorinda and Rose, the two quick to follow and seeing that he had driven a stake through Elijah's chest.
Dorinda lets out a low growl before she and Rose disappear in separate directions, Dorinda vamp-speeding to the treeline just outside of the house. She just needed to wait until the two men left with Elena. Once they left, Dorinda returns to the house, standing before her uncle and letting out a soft sigh. She slowly pulls the stake from his chest, watching the colour return to his face and the grey fade away. She could see the anger all over Elijah's face and Dorinda nods.
"We'll get her back," she assures, a small smirk forming. "Those boys have no idea what they've just sentenced themselves to.