Georgie Belle stood outside the front door of the Gilbert's house, her foot tapping impatiently.
Although the door was open, she could just feel the force field that the door possessed, refusing to let her in. She needed to be invited.
Her surroundings were unfamiliar and she wasn't able to focus on anything. All of the trees, the people running, the cars, they all were smudged together like a water colour painting.
She was hungry. Weak. Even the thought of blood would make her go insane. Georgie's face, normally pixie like and fragile with her emerald green eyes and rosy cheeks, was now the face of a predator. A monster. She felt her veins explode, like they were popping out of her skin. And the pain as the fangs came through, it was unbearable.
Never had she imagine that being a vampire would be this miserable. This painful.
Breath, Georgie reminded herself. She inhaled and exhaled, twice, then three times. Each time, she could feel the unnatural features of her face going away, sinking into her skin once again. But all too soon, the memories came rushing back into her mind.
The dark of the night was brightened from the light of flame, torches. Men ran through the streets and at the front of them, stood Jonathan Gilbert. One of the founding family members of Mystic Falls in the 1800's. In his hand was what scared Georgina Bellevere. He held a golden stopwatch. But not just an ordinary watch. The hand swiveled around, from side to side. 'Twas a vampire tracker.
Georgina's breath was heavy, she couldn't silence it. The pounding of her heart was travelling up to her ears and her chest was heaving from running in the long silk dress she wore.
She leaned against the tall hedge, her head bent. Georgina's eyes scanned the neat garden.
"Katherine?" whispered Georgina. But there was no sight of Katherine Pierce, or, as she was known before, Katerina Petrova. The honorable girl who had fed her blood, promising to turn her when the time was right. Along with the Salvatore brothers. Stefan and Damon.
Georgina had promised to meet Katherine behind the hedge only hours earlier, Katherine had promised her that she would be safe. After all, a vampire was no match for human men. Unless, of course, the men carried guns and wooden stakes.
But she hadn't yet transitioned, so she was safe. Unlike Katherine.
"Here! I have another one, help!" Stefan and Damon's father called. His voice sounded strained and as Georgie turned her head to see why, a small yelp came out of her throat. In his hands, the Salvatore man carried Katherine in his hand. Her mouth was covered by a thing similar to a brace to keep her from attacking and she was obviously injected by vervain, to make her so weak.
Georgina couldn't help herself. Her hand reached to cover her mouth but it was too late.
"No!" she screamed at the cruel, vampire hunting men who carried Katherine. She sprinted to where they were, a very stupid move for such a fragile human being.
Then men, the evil killers, instantly spotted her in her desperate hurry to free her friend, her savior.
"Shoot!" the leader yelled, raising his gun.
Georgina barely had time to move before the group of men pulled the little button their guns back and shot. The next few seconds, the last, of her life went slowly and painfully. She looked down at her stomach, now bleeding intensely. A bullet had gone right through her skin, other ones on her arms and chest.
Georgina's face twisted, but they didn't see. Because what felt to be a century later, she fell to the floor, lifeless.
That was when she had turned, but it was the past and Georgie knew she could do nothing to change it.
Somehow, she still thought that Katherine's lost life was her fault. Like she had revealed that Katherine was a vampire, although she deep down knew that she didn't do it.
Vampires didn't normally get startled, they were normally ready for anything, but the next sound that Georgie heard made her jump back and her eyes widen. At the top of the stairs in the Gilbert house, stood a girl with long, straight dark brown hair that floated below her shoulders. She had olive skin and hazel coloured eyes. Nothing extraordinary, but the girl herself, let out an angelic aura.
Georgie froze right in place and thought she would never be able to move, because, the girl who stood, puzzled, at the top of the stairs was not Katherine Pierce from centuries ago, but Elena Gilbert.
Her doppelganger.