Yes, I'm writing another fanfic about Elena having a twin. Why? Because I'm chronically addicted to those types of fics! My OC is very different to the characters I usually make up, so it's a fun challenge for me. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Starts at S2, E7 – Masquerade

DISCLAIMER:

As much as I'd love to, I don't own The Vampire Diaries or its characters, only my OC Celina.

Tonight was the night of the masquerade party, held at the Lockwood mansion. All of my favorite events were held there, just one good fortune for living in a small town. The colossal amount events was the main reason I hadn't packed up and left years ago for an exciting city somewhere far, far away.

Then again, when I learned about vampires, witches, and later werewolves, Mystic Falls became infinitely more interesting. And I had a masquerade to get to.

I contemplated wearing my platinum-blonde hair up in a braided bun, but decided to let the waves fall down loose to my lower back instead. I played with my short fringe before deciding it was perfect, then checked for any smudges in my smoky eye makeup yet again. I applied another coat of crimson lipstick for good measure.

I did a twirl in front of my full-length mirror and decided I looked great. I was wearing my closet's newest addition: the For Love and Lemons 'Iris' dress, which was a little wild with all the cut-outs and lace, but I made it classy with a simple pair of gold and black 'Leche' heels by Jeffrey Campbell. To say the two brands were my favorite would be an understatement.

I put on my gold mask adorned with black feathers and decided I was ready to go.

Elena was staying home with Alaric and Aunt Jenna for the night, because Jenna had been compelled by Katherine to stab herself earlier in the day, and needed to stay at home for relaxation and recovery time. But that's exactly where the Salvatore brothers wanted Elena to be. The reason? They had a plan against Katherine that they didn't want her there for. I was allowed to go though, thank the gods.

Dress up events were the highlights of my life.

I was Elena's identical twin, making me a doppelganger as well. But because I'd bleached my hair (and gotten Bonnie to do a spell so I'd never get regrowth – score), my sister looked more like our vampire counterpart than I did.

So whenever Katherine wanted to go out in public, she always had to impersonate Elena. The only person she'd been unable to fool so far was me. I liked to thank twin intuition for that.

I had my own car, a little blue Toyota Yaris with infinite cup-holders, but Bonnie offered me a lift and I accepted. On the way, I didn't once mention their plans to kill Katherine, which I only knew because Stefan texted everything to me and begged me not to tell Elena. I had a feeling Bonnie was grateful for that as well. The only spell I'd ever asked her to do was the no-regrowth one, and I knew that she was wary of the others using her as their personal witch.

When we arrived at the Lockwood mansion, I felt like I'd been transported to another world. A very exotic world full of mischief. There were fire twirlers, jugglers and masked people dancing around on the front lawn, others making their way inside. The mansion's columns were decorated with swathes of fabric and neatly bowed.

It was my type of heaven.

"Sorry Celina, but I need to go." Bonnie looked at me apologetically, but I just smiled.

"Well go on, be the badass witch I know you are!" I giggled and winked at her. "But if you see anyone with a tray of champagne, send them my way."

She laughed and waved as she ran off. I made my way through the house and out the back, spotting Damon and Stefan. I had begun heading towards them when a girl carrying champagne came my way, so I quickly took one and walked back inside.

My hair gave away my identity to those who knew me, but as long as I wore the mask, anybody who didn't would never know I was only seventeen. Tonight, I could drink all the champagne I wanted.

I absently wandered through the rooms, and found Katherine talking to a young dark-skinned woman. I couldn't help myself, and made my way over to her.

"Elena, my darling twin," I drawled, mocking my ancestor. "Haven't I told you that straight hair does not suit this face?"

Katherine rolled her eyes. "Ha-ha, you're so funny." She turned to the woman beside her. "I've got some mingling to do, I'll see you later."

I turned to the woman. "Well she has no sense of humor." I shrugged and left.

After my sixth tiny glass of champagne, I was tipsy and getting a little bored. The party was so full of life, but I just wasn't enjoying it as much as I could. Everyone was off planning Katherine's downfall, and I was left alone. Now, more than ever, I wished I had a date... or even better, a boyfriend.

But I didn't. And unlike Elena, I'd never had a boyfriend. I was still a virgin too, which was upsetting sometimes, but also something I liked to flaunt.

A fair few of the guys in Mystic Falls wanted me, or had in the past. I was considered weird, and I was always second choice to Elena, but I knew I was still beautiful despite all that. The guys in town just didn't interest me though, and I made sure they knew they'd never have me. So even if it was innocent, I would never have a date to any events.

I sighed, deciding to go for a walk, and maybe even go home. I walked down to the road lined by cars, when I thought I saw Elena. Before I could call out for her, a man dressed as a jester grabbed her from behind. What the fuck was going on? I was just about to run over when a gloved hand went over my mouth, and I breathed in an odd scent.

Everything went black.

"Buzz kill." I heard a man say with a British accent.

I was slowly waking up, feeling groggy. I opened my eyes to see I was inside a dilapidated mansion, on a couch next to Elena. There was a man walking away from the couch, and a pretty brunette woman I'd never seen before staring at us.

"What?" I mumbled, pulling the hem of my dress down from where it had bunched up at my hips. I scrunched my nose, hoping it didn't get dirty in the dusty room. I looked at Elena again and noticed she had blood on her sleeve, but didn't appear to be in pain, only scared.

She tried to look angry, but her voice came out weakly. "What do you want from us?"

"My God, you both look just like her." The woman smiled, then focused her gaze on me. "But you can't be a doppelganger, you're blonde."

"It's not natural." I gave her a tight smile. I couldn't help but be a bitch whenever I was scared or confused. But then I realized that maybe I should've played along and pretended to not actually be a doppelganger. It was always such a nuisance and constantly got Elena and I in deep shit. I mentally scolded myself and pretended like I didn't actually regret the words.

Elena continued watching the woman fearfully. "But we're not. Please, whatever you-"

"Be quiet."

"But we're not Katherine." My twin insisted. I grabbed her arm, silently telling her to do as the woman said and be quiet. I knew she was a vampire, and I had a feeling she wouldn't kill us... yet. But it was best not to push her buttons. Of course, my warning was ignored. "My name is Elena Gilbert, and this is my twin Celina. You don't have to do this."

She'd slowly stood up and walked towards the woman, who was getting increasingly pissed off. "I know who you are. I said, be quiet."

"What do you want?"

The woman slapped Elena, and she landed back on the couch beside me. "I want you to be quiet."

Rose walked off and I let out a frustrated sigh. The slap had knocked Elena out cold, and I decided it would be for the best.

"You definitely deserved that..." I muttered to her still form.

It was cold, and my dress didn't cover much, so I began to shiver, goosebumps raised along my flesh. I curled up in a ball for warmth, and as time passed I gradually grew bored. Was that my life now? Go to a masquerade party... and get bored. Get kidnapped and held hostage for whatever reason... and get bored. Was I losing my mind or something? Good gods I hoped Elena would wake up soon.

The guy I'd seen walking away earlier was back, watching both of us so intently I assumed he wanted to eat us. And who wouldn't? We look delicious.

The woman called out to him from another room. "How's the brunette one?"

"Passed out." The man replied, walking out to her.

"You didn't touch her, did you?"

"Give me some credit. Plus, the blonde would've screamed." He scoffed. "So, you called him?"

"No, I called one of his contacts. You know how this works."

I noticed Elena starting to wake up, so I rubbed her arm soothingly. She slowly got herself up, and listened in on our captors' conversation with me.

"Did you or did you not get the message to Elijah?" The man asked.

"They say he got it." She replied as Elena and I made our way quietly to the door of the room. We looked out to see someone walk across the hall.

"Wonderful." The man said drily. "And what?"

"So that's it, Trevor." Ah, finally the man had a name. "He either got it or he didn't. We just have to wait."

Elena slowly began to leave the room, but I thought it was a stupid idea. Who knew what they'd do if we tried to escape? I grabbed the back of my sister's top to keep her with me, but I let go after she shot me a glare. Fine. If she wanted a death wish, so be it.

Sometimes it was almost painful to be the smart twin. Why couldn't she be content with just eavesdropping?

"It's not too late." Trevor said, almost pleadingly. "We can leave them. We don't have to go through with this."

"I'm sick of running." Running from what? Or who?

"Yeah?" Trevor asked while my sister took a few more steps. Elena was very much determined to die, I swear. "Well, running keeps us from dying."

The woman stared at Trevor. "Elijah's old-school. If he accepts our deal, we're free."

Okay, so it was this Elijah guy they were running from then. But why were they running from him? And how were Elena and I part of this deal they wanted to make with him? I would honestly laugh if it were because of us being Katherine's doppelgangers, though I had a suspicion that it really was.

Elena took another step forward and a floorboard creaked. The vampires instantly turned to her.

"You." The woman stormed over to her, barely glancing at me. "There's nothing around here for miles. If either of you think you're getting out, you're wrong. Understand?"

Instead of nodding that yes, she did understand, Elena asked the main question on my mind. "Who's Elijah?" I came to stand beside her.

"He's your worst nightmare." The woman walked off, leaving me more confused than before. We looked at each other, both terrified of what was to come.

But I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited, too.

"Well, 'Elijah' is not the name of my worst nightmare." I muttered with a roll of my eyes. "Freddy Krueger is."

The woman shot me an amused glance, obviously finding my bad pun somewhat funny. Elena just frowned. We followed the woman, standing in the doorway of the room she was in.

"Why are we here?" I asked, hoping she would finally answer the question Elena had asked all those times earlier.

"You both keep asking me questions like I'm going to answer them."

"Why won't you?" Elena and I asked at the same time.

The woman shook her head at us. "That's another one."

We began walking down the few steps into the room. "You got us, okay?" Elena said, holding her hands out in surrender. "It's not like we can go anywhere. The least you can do is tell us what you want."

The woman continued moving stuff around the room. "I personally want nothing. I'm just a delivery service."

"Delivery to who?" Elena asked, at the same time I said, "To Elijah, I assume."

"Ha-ha. Two points to the eavesdropper."

"Who is he?" I asked.

"Is he a vampire?" I rolled my eyes at Elena. I knew she could be slow sometimes, but seriously? I gathered that this Elijah guy was a vampire since they first mentioned him. Now all I wanted to know was what made them fear him so much.

The woman didn't even turn to us. "He's one of the vampires. The Originals."

Wait, what? No, no, no. That couldn't be right! We were being delivered to an Original? "Fuck!"

Elena shot me a quick glare. She hated my swearing. "What do you mean?"

"Again with the questions? Haven't the Salvatores been teaching you vampire history?"

I shot Elena a strange look. "Sis, even I know about the Originals... kind of. We're screwed."

She ignored me like usual. "So you know Stefan and Damon?"

"I know of them." The woman continued flipping through a book. "A hundred years back, a friend of mine tried to set me up with Stefan. She said he was one of the good ones. More of a sucker for the bad boys, though, but I digress."

Elena looked annoyed and stepped forward. "Who are the Originals?"

The woman finally turned around and faced us. "Trevor and I have been running for 500 years. We're tired, we want it over. We're using the both of you to negotiate ourselves out of an old mess."

"But why us?"

"It's because we're doppelgangers, isn't it?"

"Yes," she replied. "Because you're Petrova doppelgangers. Either of you is the key to breaking the curse. We could've taken only one of you to bargain with, but better safe than sorry."

"Curse?" I refrained from rolling my eyes at Elena. "The Sun and the Moon curse?"

"You do know your history."

I ignored her sass towards my sister. "What do you mean, one of us is the key? The moonstone is what breaks the curse."

"No," she said as if I were a child. To her, I guess I was. "The moonstone is what binds the curse. Sacrifice is what breaks it."

"Come again?" Did she say what I think she said?

Elena frowned. "Sacrifice?"

"The blood of a doppelganger. You're both a doppelganger." She explained. "Which means, in order to break the curse, one of you has to die."

Elena and I glanced at each other. I knew how selfless my sister was, but everyone loved her more. People would be far more broken by her death than mine. I couldn't let that happen. Then and there, I vowed to myself that I would be the one sacrificed if the curse was ever broken. I would never let my sister die.

"Tell me more." Elena said. I heard a noise and turned to see Trevor enter the room.

"Captivity's made her pushy, eh?" He said playfully, hands on his hips. "What do you wanna know, doppelicious?"

Elena turned to him. "Who are you running from?"

I face-palmed. "Well that's obvious..."

Trevor chuckled at my comment. "The Originals."

"Yeah. She said that. What does that mean?"

"The first family." Trevor replied, walking over. "The old world. Rose and I pissed them off."

Cue fireworks, the woman had a name!

"Mm-mm," Rose warned him with a look.

"Correction," he amended. "I pissed them off. Rose had my back. And for over half a millennium, they've wanted us dead."

"What did you do?"

Trevor shrugged, so Rose answered for him. "He made the same mistake countless others did. He trusted Katerina Petrova."

"Katherine." Elena and I whispered at the same time. Definitely a twin thing.

"The one and only. The first Petrova doppelganger."

"I helped her escape her fate, and now I've-" Trevor paused. "Sorry, we've been marked ever since."

"Which is why we're not gonna make the same mistake again." Trevor and Rose left the room, not worried about us being alone any longer.

Elena and I made our way back to the room we'd been in first, and slumped down onto the same couch as before. There was a crinkle of paper under Elena's foot, and I leaned over to see what it was as she unfolded it.

Stefan and Damon are coming for you.

-B

Oh Bonnie, I could kiss you! But I had a feeling my brother would want to do it for me. Jeremy and Bon totally had thing for each other. Elena breathed in relief and hid the note in her pocket. We gave each other a quick grin.

Rose came into the room, picking up a bag from beside the couch and putting it on an armchair.

Trevor came rushing into the room. "He's here. This was a mistake."

Elena and I sat up quickly, anticipation eating away at me. I was terrified beyond words. I knew the Originals were the first vampires. My research told me that they were the strongest, and had powers that other vampires didn't possess. It was exhilarating.

Trevor looked positively distressed, but Rose remained stubborn. "No, I told you I would get us out of this." She said. "Trust me."

"No!" Trevor yelled, his movements frantic. "He wants me dead, Rose."

"He wants them more." She pointed at Elena and I.

"I can't do this. You give them to him, he'll have mercy on you. But I need to get out of here."

Rose went over and took his hands in her own, trying to calm him. "Hey. What are we?"

Trevor took a deep breath. "We're family. Forever."

They stared at each for a few seconds, interrupted by a loud knock on the front door. I didn't even glance at Elena.

"You're scared." She whispered to the others.

Rose looked at us, then back to Trevor. "Stay here with them. And don't make a sound."

She ran off to answer the door. Trevor was mildly hunched over, defeated. I just sat on the edge of the couch, eager to meet this Elijah. But Rose was gone longer than I thought she'd be, so I hoped she wasn't dead, and instead talking to the Original.

Elena stood and began pacing, while I lounged back on the couch casually. I heard footsteps before I saw Rose enter the room with who I took to be Elijah. Too say I was shocked by his appearance was an understatement. I expected an Original to look old, unlike other vampires, and not like a gorgeous man in his late twenties, wearing a nice suit.

But that's what he was, and my breath caught in my throat.

He stared at us for a moment, before appearing in front of Elena with his vampire speed. She looked terrified, but I stayed exactly where I was, examining him. Defined jaw, dimple in his chin, and nicely combed dark hair... All features that I loved in a man, but never found in Mystic Falls. The closest I got was Damon, but he was a giant manwhore, and that was something I didn't appreciate.

Elijah leaned down and breathed in Elena's scent from her neck, or possibly listened closely to her heartbeat. I wasn't too sure. His eyes flicked to me, glancing down curiously at my dress for a few seconds, and in the next moment he had pulled me up beside Elena and leaned down to my neck as well.

I shivered by his nearness, but out of excitement, not fear. I couldn't deny it, I was attracted to him.

"Human. It's impossible." He muttered to himself. Elena was having trouble containing her fright, and Elijah noticed. "Hello there."

Now that I knew how handsome Elijah was, my fear had basically vanished. I went to sit back down, but the Original's hand shot out and made me stay where I was. His skin against mine sent pleasant tingles through my nerves. I raised an eyebrow at him in challenge. But he just frowned at me and let my arm go. I could see I made him confused, and I wanted to know why.

His frown quickly turned into a polite smile. "We have a long journey ahead. We should be going."

I shrugged at the same time Elena looked around Elijah's body to the others. "Please, don't let him take us." She begged.

"Elena!" I warned her. Begging wasn't going to help our situation, and she really did need to know when to keep her mouth shut.

The others ignored her anyway. "One last piece of business. Then we're done." Elijah said, turning to the other vampires.

"I've waited so long for this day, Elijah." Trevor said, though he still looked afraid. "I'm truly very sorry."

"Oh, no, your apology is not necessary."

"Yes. Yes, it is." Trevor insisted, as the Original walked behind him. "You trusted me with Katerina and I failed you."

Elijah was circling him. "Well, yes, you are the guilty one. And Rose aided you because she was loyal to you. That I honor." He moved to stand in front of Trevor. "Where was your loyalty?"

"I beg your forgiveness."

"So granted." Elijah's hand literally slapped Trevor's head off, and Rose cried out. The fear from before came crawling back up my spine as I stared in horror.

That was both the most terrifying, yet awesome, vampire moment I had ever witnessed.

"You-" Rose looked like she was about to attack Elijah.

"Don't, Rose." He warned her, wiping the blood off his hand. "Now that you're free."

She just cried some more, sobbing loudly. I would feel sorry for her if it weren't for the fact she'd kidnapped my sister and I.

Elijah walked over to us and held out a hand. "Come."

I took a step forward in nervous submission but Elena stopped me. "No, what about the moonstone?" She cried out, trying to stall him. I shook my head at her. He just bitch-slapped Trevor's head off and she wanted to negotiate with him?

"What do you know about the moonstone?" He asked, suddenly interested, but very serious. It scared me even more.

"I know that you need it." She replied shakily. "And I know where it is."

Elijah smiled lightly. "Yes?"

"Don't be an idiot, Elena." Of course she ignored me. I usually didn't mind when she ignored my sarcastic remarks, but when I was actually trying to keep her from being stupid to a vampire? Not okay.

"I can help you get it."

"Tell me where it is."

She shook her head. "It doesn't work that way."

He glanced at me for a second and took a deep breath, amused but annoyed. "Are you negotiating with me?"

"No, she isn't." I said sternly. Elena sent me a glare which I gladly returned.

He turned to Rose for an answer. "It's the first I've heard of it." She spat out.

Elijah turned back to my sister and studied her carefully. He glanced down and saw her necklace. "What is this vervain doing around your neck?" He ripped it off and threw it to the side, before roughly grabbing her head to compel her. I did nothing, knowing she deserved it for bringing the moonstone up. I wouldn't have beenable to stop him anyway. I was just a weak human. "Tell me where the moonstone is."

"In the tomb underneath the church ruins." She replied in monotone. I sighed, knowing she should start drinking her vervain like I did. The necklace was too easy to rip off.

"What is it doing in there?"

"It's with Katherine."

"Interesting." Elijah let go of Elena's head when he heard a clattering noise. He took a few steps back and looked around. "What is that?"

"I don't know." Rose quickly assured him, looking nervous herself.

"Who else is in this house?" He demanded.

"I don't know."

Elijah angrily grabbed Elena and I by our arms harshly, practically dragging us out of the room. "Move."

When we were out in a foyer of sorts, another vampire sped past. I knew it was Stefan and Damon, come to rescue us at last. But I was terrified for them, because Elijah was far stronger than they'd ever be. He pushed Elena over to Rose, but kept his hold on me.

"Rose?" He asked, the warning clear in his voice.

"I don't know who it is." The vampires fled past us again.

"Up here." Yep, that was Stefan. Elijah flitted to halfway up the stairs, taking me with him. I stumbled in my heels, but quickly regained balance.

"Down here." Damon this time.

Elijah turned, and his hand that didn't hold me was shot with a tiny stake. He finally let me go so he could rip it out, but I was smart enough not to run. I would probably trip on the uneven wooden steps, or get hurt some other way. The stake had seriously pissed Elijah off, and I didn't want his wrath taken out on me. Elena and Rose disappeared somewhere, and I was closest.

Elijah threw the little stake away, left the staircase and began pacing. I followed him down so he knew I wouldn't wander off.

"Excuse me. To whom it may concern. You're making a grave mistake if you think you can beat me. You can't. You hear that? I repeat, you cannot beat me." He grabbed a wooden coat-stand and proceeded to snap the metal hangers off with ease. "I want the other girl on the count of three. Or heads will roll." He snapped the wood in half, so one end was pointed like an oversized stake. "Do we understand each other?"

"I'll come with you." Elena announced, appearing at the top of the stairs with her arms wrapped around her body. "Just please don't hurt my friends. They just wanted to help my sister and I out."

Elijah turned to her, stake still in hand. He flitted halfway up the stairs like before. "What game are you playing with me?"

Elena pulled a glass grenade out from under her arms, pulled the pin and threw it at Elijah. It exploded on him, and because I was at the bottom of the stairs I had to duck, the glass raining over me and the large stake falling down the stairs. Elijah screamed as the vervain burned him. At least I now knew that vervain hurt the Originals as well.

Elijah growled, shook his head as the burns healed, and made his way up the rest of the stairs. Stefan appeared, shooting him with wooden bullets from what looked like a nail gun, but they had almost no effect. Elijah continued up the stairs to Elena, so Stefan tackled him, knocking them both to the floor below. I had to quickly shuffle away to avoid them hitting me.

They were knocked apart as they hit the ground, but Elijah was the first to jump up. He stalked towards Stefan, and I was terrified my friend would die. But Damon was quick on his feet, grabbing Elijah's coat-stand stake and shoving it into the Original's chest, before pushing him up against the wall and pinning him there.

I watched fearfully as Elijah gasped, his skin turning ashy gray and the large, dark veins worming their way along his skin. He was dead, but it couldn't have been that easy, could it?

Against my better judgment, I felt tremendously sad. Elijah was ancient, and now all his years – his memories – gone. Just like that. My eyes filled with tears, and thinking I was unnerved by the ordeal, Elena wrapped an arm around me after she finished hugging Stefan.

I didn't say anything as we left the mansion. I was too confused. Confused by why I was crying over the death of a man I didn't know. A man who I watched kill someone less than half an hour ago. A man who wanted to sacrifice either me or my sister in a ritual.

There was something wrong with me.

When we finally got home, I ignored Jeremy and Bonnie, letting them fuss over Elena instead. I locked myself away in my room to mope, exhausted by the enormous night and day I just had.

I kicked my heels off first, not even acknowledging the relief my feet were feeling. My dress, like most of my skin, was coated here and there by layers of dust from the old mansion. I sighed, brushing off most of the dust, promising myself I'd have a shower first thing in the morning. I stripped off the dress and my underwear, then got into bed naked, not caring like I usually did.

I had a feeling that none of this was over yet. There was more than one Original after all.

Well, there's chapter 1. I hope you enjoyed it!

If you want to know what Celina's dress and shoes look like, just Google the name of them that you'll find at the start of the chapter. Because I won't be posting links to her outfits on my profile, every time she wears an outfit for a special event, I'll make sure to name both the brand and item.

This fic will closely follow the show's plot, but I do have a few plans for Celina that will effect the other characters, and maybe even some of the events. That being said, if there are any events you'd like me to remove/change (eg: Kol's death, Klaus's baby, etc) or even if you want any ships changed (More or less Klaroline, Delena?) feel free to ask! I'm very open to any suggestions and ideas.

And anyone who's wondering, Celina's hair closely resembles Khaleesi's hair (from Game of Thrones) but with a short front-fringe.

Please review, I'd like to know what you think, good or bad. It really does help :)