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Mystic Falls 1864

Elizabeth's POV

I stand in front of the mirror staring at a face I didn't recognized. The girl's blonde hair was pulled back into a high up due, strands of hair cup her face. Her dress corset was tied together tightly making it so she could barely breathe but that didn't matter now. As long as she looked well-presented and skinny she would be just fine. The dress was white and simple, it hugged her curves and flowed out behind her, creating a short train. It almost felt like a dream, I couldn't believe that the girl in the mirror was me. It was my wedding day, I was going to be married. No longer the tom-boy I was when I was younger. All the scars that covered my legs were hidden underneath my wedding dress. I wouldn't be Elizabeth Woodley anymore I would be Elizabeth Lockwood, soon to be the mayor's wife. I took shallow breathes unable to take deep breathes because of the corset. As I struggle to breathe a slight knock comes from my bedroom door.

"Come in." I manage to choke out. The door slightly creaks as Damon steps through the threshold and closes the door lightly behind him. I smile at him in the refection of the mirror.

"How are you, Miss. Woodley?" I chuckle, turning to face him.

"I'm doing just fine, Mr. Salvatore. Although I won't be Miss. Woodley for long…" I say, trailing off. I tried to make it sound like a joke but it's too depressing. "Damon, I'm not sure I can do this." I confess, but the lack of response from Damon shows he already suspected that.

"I know." He smiles sadly, walking towards me. I enter his embrace resting my head in the crook of his neck. "I wish I could do something."

I pull away from him and smile. "I know Damon, but it's okay. This is what I'm supposed to do." He shakes his head and opens his mouth to speak when another knock comes from the door.

"One second." I call out, before returning my attention to Damon. "Why don't you head back downstairs?" I suggest, "I'm sure Katherine is waiting for you." As her name rolls off my tongue it leaves a bitter taste.

He frowns, "Katherine isn't that bad, Elizabeth."

I hum in disagreement before ushering him out the door. "I'll see you downstairs, I'll be the one in white." I shut the door before he can speak again. I lean my forehead against the door, almost out of defeat. I wish I could love James, so I wouldn't have to force smiles when everyone congratulates us on the marriage. Then it will be the question, when are there going to be children? The thought of doing that with the man downstairs makes my shiver in disgust. I was interrupted from my thoughts when again someone knocked on the door.

"Miss, may I enter?" I immediately recognized Katherine's servant's voice. Emily Bennett.

"Of course Emily, sorry I was just off in my own world." I apologize opening the door so she can enter my room. She smiles sweetly at me, but the smile doesn't reach her eyes.

She gasps, "Miss you look lovely!"

I give her a fake smile "Thank you Emily. What is it I can help you with?" I say, gently grabbing Emily's arm leading her further into the room. She doesn't respond right away, instead she stare off to my left. "Emily?" I ask. She doesn't answer again, it's almost as though she's in a trance. But Emily shakes her head slightly and looks up at me in pity. Emily opens her mouth to speak but she's interrupted as someone enters the room.

"Good, Emily, you're here. Now you can join the party." Katherine says, her annoying smirk spread across her face. "I'm tired of watching the Salvatore's and the Lockwood's obsess over little Miss Elizabeth." Her smirk disappears when dark large veins appear under her red eyes. A snarl escapes her mouth as she starts to stake towards me.

"Katherine?" I scream as a cold flash of fear crashes at me in waves as I stumble backwards until my back hits the wall. She smiles darkly, as though she's enjoying my fear.

"Katherine, wait!" Emily calls grabbing a hold of her arm.

Katherine's head snaps towards Emily, a growl rumbles out of her. "What?"

Nervously Emily glances back and forth between me and Katherine. "She's pregnant."

"What?" Katherine roared, her veins under her eyes seemed to turn darker, if possible. My hands immediately clutched my stomach, is it true? Was there a human being growing inside me as we speak. My stomach looked no larger than it had, and it had been month's sense… What if it was true?

I didn't listen to the conversation between Katherine and Emily. I was too lost in my thoughts to notice Emily walking towards me. She was saying something to me but I was too numb to hear. Only when she grabbed my hand was I brought back into reality. I noted that Katherine was no longer present in the room.

"Elizabeth I need you to listen to me, okay? You have to leave." Emily demanded, "Katherine doesn't care that you're pregnant. I've only got you a few days to disappear before she kills you."

Almost robot like I reach up and touch my face. I hadn't realize that I had been crying. "Emily what is she?"

"A vampire."

My grandfather had told me stories about creatures of the night. I always thought that my grandfather had been drunk at the time and had a crazy imagination. Now I wasn't so sure. "Emily I don't know what to do? How do you even know if I'm pregnant-"

"I'm a witch."

"Not possible." I argue, even though I was willing to accept the fact that there were vampires.

Emily shook her head and forcefully grabbed a hold of my arm, dragging me to the door. "I'll explain everything to you." She promised, "Just not here, we have to get you away from Katherine."

"But James… the wedding… Damon." I protest.

"Right now I'll I care about it your safety and that baby's. We must go now."

After that I didn't struggle, I let Emily drag me from the room. I let her sneak me through the house without anyone noticing. Out to the woods, running from a life I would never see again in my short life. Running from my fiancé, my best friend and my family. All because of a selfish vampire who wanted me away from her playthings.

Mystic Falls 2011

Faith's POV

I sat in a highly uncomfortable bar stool at The Grill. Checking my phone every five minutes as I nursed a glass of whiskey. I had already compelled the bartender to leave the bottle, but now that it was empty I didn't feel like compelling him again. Probably because he was on vervain and he gave me the bottle in fear that I would realize that he wasn't able to be compelled. I must admit he was pretty good actor but what he didn't know is that was exactly what I wanted him to do. About two minutes ago he had phoned someone about my presents, now I was simply waiting.

Sure enough about ten minutes later I could hear the stool beside me getting dragged out, I didn't need to look to know it was Alaric Saltzman.

"Aren't you a bit too young to be drinking whiskey?"

I chuckled slightly and tilted my glass towards the bartender. "Blame him." I could see that the bartender knew he was being talked about, he squirmed under my glare before practically running into the back. I smiled in satisfaction and took a gulp of whiskey before turning to Alaric. "What's it to you?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly before grabbing the bottle of whiskey and pouring a glass for himself. "History teacher." He answers.

"Well lucky for you History is my favourite subject." I smirk as he manages to keep his drink down.

"Yeah, lucky for me." He mutters. It's silent for a moment before I sigh.

"What is it I can do for you Alaric?" I ask, placing my drink on the counter.

He blinks in surprise, "How do-"

"Or should I say vampire hunter?" A smirk reappears on my face as he glances around wildly before settling his serious glaze on me.

"Again-"

"Maybe you should tell your little spy to be less obvious." I suggest glancing over at the blonde bartender returning from the back. "I could smell the vervain on him from a mile away. Just like right now, you reek of it, and fear. That's pretty strong too."

Alaric wiggles uncomfortably in his seat and downs the rest of his drink. I, being the polite lady I am pour him another glass of whiskey. "What is that you want in Mystic Falls?"

"Well right now Ric I want you to drive me to the Salvatore boarding house. Oh and I'll be taking your cell phone, don't need you calling any unwanted guest would we?" I smile, hoping off the bar stool. "Shall we be going now?" I reach out my hand in front of me. Bitterly he place the phone in my hand, as he stalks towards the entrance without any force needed.

The drive to the boarding house is long and annoying. Alaric's anger and fear was radiating off of him, making the car feel suffocating. When we finally reach the boarding house Alaric exited the car and look like he's about to bolt to the front door but before he can even move an inch I'm standing in front of him. I wiggle my finger back and forth, then place it on my lips signaling him to remain quiet. I listen carefully and hear voice inside, I smile then start walking to the front door. Alaric follows, remaining quiet like I asked. I consider knocking on the door but instead I just waltz right in. Two men stand in front of me, staring at me in shock, anger, and confusion. The younger one stays put while the older one takes threatening steps towards me.

"Who the hell are you?" he demands, his voice low and threatening.

I tilt my head slightly. "You must be Damon," I lean over and glance at the other young man, "and you're Stefan." I say, I glance back at Alaric "I've already met your friend the bartender and Alaric so there's no need to introduce us." I smirk up at Damon. He takes a few more steps towards me until he's standing no more than a few inches away.

"Who the hell are you?" he repeats.

I sigh, "I'm Faith, and I happened to know what happened to your lovely friend Elizabeth, back in 1864."