Hey! This story starts at the end of Season 2, Episode 21 (The Sun Also Rises) where Elena is about to be killed. This first chapter might have scenes you recognize from season 3 but as you'll see, it brings a sense of familiarity for you but also slowly lets the changes wrap into the story so you don't get dropped into a different world that you won't understand... I hope you enjoy it and please leave a review because I want to know your opinions, even if they are negative!

Disclaimer: I do not own most of the characters unfortunately but I do wish I did (that wish won't come true though)

Chapter 1

Jenna: my aunt lying dead on the ground for something that was my fault. Why did I have to be the doppelganger? Couldn't I have had a normal life with no unexpected deaths? No casualties because of my looks. No supernatural. No vampires.

He grabbed onto my chin making me look at him. My aunt's murderer; a true monster. Klaus. "Thank you Elena." He said softly to me.

With narrowed eyes I spoke quietly with disdain in my voice. "Go to hell." The monster inched closer to my neck until he latched onto it. With a deep breath I held my scream back. Stefan couldn't know how much pain I was in. He shouldn't be here; he shouldn't watch this.

Slowly I felt my life source drain from me until finally darkness enveloped me...

I gradually woke up to children's laughter surrounding me. Where was I? Was I in heaven? I opened my eyes to bright sunlight shining down on my face. Looking around, I noticed I was in a wooded area. The trees in a way felt familiar. They looked new, but from my memory they felt old. I was confused. Where was I? I didn't understand what was happening. All I remember was my death and darkness. The children's laughter started again, taunting me to come out and play. I stood up shakily and started walking towards the noise.

Every step I took, more noises join in with the laughter: chatter, squeals and clashing of metals. The trees finally opened up to a small village with homes made of wood and stones. There were people walking about in conservative and heavy clothing that made it look like it came from a medieval period drama. Was this a fancy dress party? I looked down at my attire to see that I was still in my leather jacket and jeans. Embarrassed for not dressing properly, I started to back away from the village and blend back into the woods until I caught a glimpse of someone I recognised. Elijah - standing tall with a sword in his hands. His hair long and he also dressed in the unusual attire that everyone else had adopted. He seemed to be teasing someone so I looked for the culprit and froze to the spot. Standing only 20 feet from me was the monster that killed me: Klaus. I felt hatred brew up in me so I started to stride forward at a fast pace. I forgot about not wearing the right clothes. I just wanted to hurt him for what he did to Jenna, to me and to everyone who's alive.

I was still walking fast until someone else walked into me. No not into me, through me. They walked through me like I was the air floating around them. To say I was freaked out was an understatement, but the thing that bewildered me more was that I didn't feel a thing. Nothing at all. The girl had walked through my body and I hadn't felt anything! What was I? Was I a ghost? Where was I? As these thoughts entered my mind they left as quickly when I noticed the girl. She had chocolate brown curls cascading down her front that stopped at her waist. She had large brown doe eyes that seemed wise for her age. She was me... Was this Katherine? My instincts told me it wasn't her. It didn't seem like her, she didn't have the sinister edge to her as Katherine had. She held herself very confidently and in my honest opinion, elegantly. This was very different compared to Katherine who while having confidence, also had seductiveness. I didn't understand. If it wasn't Katherine, then who could it be? A small voice in the back of my mind whispered to me it that could be me. I ignored my barely sane mind.

My lookalike was following two older people into the crowd where my forgotten anger was aimed at. I was too curious to care about Klaus at that moment. I started to follow her to see what was happening: Klaus and Elijah were halfway through a playful sword fight. Suddenly Klaus won when he slashed through Elijah's belt. I wasn't close enough to hear him, but I could see the taunt on his face. Looking at both of the brothers properly, I saw a big difference in them: they seemed youthful – their faces didn't have a hardened mask and instead seemed childlike.

While my curious mind was studying Klaus and Elijah, my eyes were following the 'me'. The girl seemed to be worried and as my mind could tell so did Elijah and Klaus. The lookalike was staring hard at the older man in front of her like she knew what he was going to do. I went in closer and I followed her eyes and focused on the older man. The man seemed to be very powerful in the village because people scampered out of his way like a prey would scurry from a predator. He seemed dangerous and by his stance, angry.

The man walked up to Elijah and grabbed the sword forcibly. He then turned to Klaus. "Why don't you teach me that trick young warrior?" The man raised his voice and the sarcasm oozed from his voice. He then struck his sword at Klaus who meekly defended himself. Klaus looked scared without a doubt. A scared Klaus was something new to me – in my opinion he didn't have any emotions. It made him seem like he had his humanity.

"We fight for our survival. And you find time for fun! Teach me. Come on!" The angered man shouted aggressively. He got into a fighting position.

"Father, it was nothing." My eyes widened. Father? This aggressive man was his father? Did that mean that Klaus was human once? My eyes almost popped out when Klaus' father started to attack him feverously, but I was more surprised when my lookalike came running into the fight. She went in between the men and stood firm against Klaus' father.

"Father, stop!" She ordered him, while she glared at him. I was very surprised by her courage until I realised something she said. Father. Did that mean... Klaus was her brother? Did that mean that I was related to Klaus through my family history? Was he one of my ancestors? I felt weak. I couldn't have that kind of evil in my ancestry.

I didn't notice until I heard a loud clap that the man had hit her down to the ground. Once she was out of the way he ran at Klaus with a sword and knocked him down, aiming the sword into Klaus' neck. He threatened Klaus lowly so only people near could hear.

After the threatening, my mind started to become dizzy and I felt a headache coming on. I felt myself collapse to the floor and black out...

Pictures started to fill my mind of the days that went by until my mind stopped on one. I opened my eyes again to the dark forest background. Instead of waiting, I ran to the village, wanting to know what was happening. The noises that filled the forest had changed from laughter to screams of complete torture. I looked around until I noticed my lookalike holding a boy in her arms. She was shaking and I could see tears streaming down her face like waterfalls. She looked like she was in pain.

Klaus stood near her and was looking down at the boy with deep sorrow and guilt. It was yet more emotions that shocked me –I just wasn't used to seeing any emotion on his face. Curious, I started to run to the light where the little boy was being held. Once I got there I noticed blood covering the boy's entire body. He wasn't moving. He wasn't breathing. He was dead. When I looked at the lookalike, I felt a great pain soar through my body. I felt misery grip my bones so I dropped down to my knees to make the pain stop.

On my knees, I watched more people run to the boy. They surrounded him and 'me' like a grieving family would. The pain increased as if seeing the family had been horrible. I didn't understand. Why was I feeling this pain, this misery, this suffering? I didn't know the people so why was it affecting me so much?

I crippled down, unable to watch until I heard another voice scream out in agony. The voice called to me so I looked up at the sound and I felt familiarity wash through me and wash the pain away. The voice belonged to the older women I had saw before. Her eyes looked glossy and she was shaking with sobs. She murmured brokenly the boys name repeatedly as if she were praying. I noticed that lookalike me had moved from her position to hold her the woman whispering words of comfort while her face had became a mask; she was holding back her grief to help others.

Again the pain started, but it seemed to be changing to longing. Once the pain had started I felt myself start to fade...

When I felt myself come back, I was getting worried. I thought that this was a trapped cycle that I was in. I wondered if my life would always be watching other over people. Was this a curse for being the doppelganger? Was I supposed to be learning something? I just didn't know!

I expected to be in the forest, but I felt the warmth spread through me and I smelt the smoke around me. I wakened to a hard floor. I stood up quickly and spun around, surveying my area. The place was a simple room: two wooden chairs and a large table.

I observed that a door was slightly ajar letting yellow light pour in on the otherwise dark room. Voices were also through the door. Voices that sounded like they were in an argument. Tiptoeing to the door I peeked through the gap. Standing there were four people, three of which I already knew and one unknown: the older couple, a black woman and who could have guessed, my lookalike.

They seemed to be deep into the discussion. The black woman spoke clearly. "It is a crime against nature." She was standing off with the man until she turned to hear the older woman.

"Ayanna we have already lost too much we cannot lose any more. The spirits can help us to find a way to protect our children." The older woman pleaded. Spirits? Protect? The words spelled out one thing to me which was supernatural. Was she a witch? Interrupting my thoughts, the man spoke.

"Everything could be heightened. Our family could live forever." He said gaining excitement throughout his speech. He sounded power hungry.

"At what cost? This magic that you speak of breeds consequence. This is the making of a plague Esther." Ayanna nodded towards the couple, "The spirits will turn on you."

The older woman, Esther begged. "Please Ayanna." I saw the look of desperation on Esther's face so I turned towards Ayanna to see her shake her head.

"I will have no part in it." Ayanna said and left hastily.

My lookalike who had been quiet throughout the conversation spoke up. "Mother, you and I will cast the spell. Together we are powerful enough... We don't need Ayanna." Did that mean my ancestors were witches then too? I started to become dizzy and only saw Esther look between the man and her daughter and finally nodded her approval. Darkness became my friend again...

More pictures flashed through my brain until I stopped on a very haunting one. Instead of the usual way I saw it though, I felt like I was living it.

I was trapped in the ground, clawing my hands at the soil and trying not to breathe. I felt panic and pure terror grip me as I dug myself out of the deep pit I was placed in. After what felt like seconds but had only been a few seconds, my hand felt no soil but instead coldness. I frantically clawed to get to the coldness and when I did I gasped for breath. I was exhausted both physically and mentally. I slowly and tiredly dragged myself away from the nightmare I had just lived. I felt immense relief until I looked back and saw the cross. It was a grave. It was my grave...

I went back into the darkness where century's worth of pictures unloaded on me then, filling my brain up like it was a computer. I barely took in the pictures until the last one played out in my mind. The last one made the pictures make sense. The last one made me believe and realize what I had seen: These pictures were memories. Memories of someone's life. Memories of my life.

My real name is Alleaia and I have spent centuries hiding from my family, the originals.