A/N: I needed some fresh material. I'm so sorry I haven't uploaded anything else on my other stories but my motivation for them is drained. Perhaps I shall continue them in future, but for now, I'm working on a few things.

This story is to get my juices flowing again, but also written on a whim. Enjoy the silly concept XD

Chapter 1: Arrival

Day 1

I was normally lucky.

When my friends and I played poker, I always had the best hand. They all would marvel when I slapped the card on the table with a fat grin. Sometimes they thought I cheated but it was genuine luck and a well practiced bluffing face, unlike Emma, who cracked the moment you stared unwaveringly into her eyes. She couldn't handle eye contact.

But I was usually lucky. My aunt definitely tried to drill the religious thoughts into my skull about how I had a guardian angel or God was just looking after me- but I was a stubborn atheist. So was my mother, so I didn't know why she pressured me into going. I had a feeling it was to set me up with Morgan Finnell, the principal's son.

I didn't like him that much though. He was a little short but decent looking, a total workaholic when it came to school. He probably wouldn't even had much time for a relationship with the amount of effort he focused into homework. His grades were amazing and he was impressive, but slightly standoffish- and too cynical.

Mother dearest still wanted me to go to Church, not so much to follow the good Lord, but just to meet up with him. Apparently his parents were huge fundamentalists. But I wasn't a fan.

Plus churches smelled like old people.

Anyway. I was supposed to be lucky.

Yet, here I was, standing in the middle of nowhere- after waking up on the road. All I remembered was a car accident. The blue Toyota had swerved out of nowhere, plummeting straight into me.

Now, my car was missing. No vehicle or debris to evidence that I was in the same place. The street didn't even look the same. It was night when I crashed - but now it was day. Morning, by the looks of things.

I had woke up on the curb, laying straight on my back. The sun was blaring, beaming down through my eyelids as a nagging alarm clock. The air was crisp and chilly. Trees adorned either side of the road, forming a wall of nature to block my view of any other civilisation.

My fingers coiled around my dead phone.

"Okay." My gaze warily scanned the bright area, drifting to the clouds whilst I tried to slow my pounding heart. I briefly closed my eyes and inhaled a slow intake of breath before sharply releasing it. "Calm down, Fia."

I reached up behind my neck, scratching the base of my head as I looked around and started to walk with uncertainty, wondering where the hell I was.

The road seemed never ending. The only sound I had to accompany me was the active chirping of birds and the whispering of leaves swaying in the breeze.

My feet started to ache, when the distant sound of a car was getting closer. I twisted around to find a police car was heading my way - except it was different. It made me hesitate in throwing out the old hitchhiker thumb signal to the side so they would stop.

It was American.

Last I checked, I was in London. In Soho.

I felt nervous as it slowed down, muscles tensing underneath my clothes. I gnawed on the inside of my cheek. The tires shrieked briefly, car slowing until it was in front of me. The driver lowered the window and revealed a woman with short blonde hair and squinting, inquisitive blue eyes which gave me a quick, analysing glance over.

"Hey, are you alright?" Her eyebrows knit together in concern and the mysteriously familiar woman edged out, putting a hand above her forehead to shield the sun.

American.

She was American.

It wasn't that rare to hear someone with an American accent in the UK, I passed some tourists and sat next to them on the train, casually talked to them in the coffee shop, some of them worked in that one Apple store I went to the other day with my uncle and in other places around the central area and in Putney- so I suppose this wasn't all that misplaced. However, there was still a sinking feeling. There was something off. Something strange.

The organ in my chest thudded and skipped a beat.

"No-" I adjusted my feet, shifting anxiously. "I mean, yes." I glanced over to the street, still not recognising it. "Sorry, uh- where am I?"

I was not, in anyway, prepared for her next words.

The worry in her face grew slightly, but she tried to mask it with a reassuring smile. "Virginia, we're a few miles away from a town called Mystic Falls. Are you lost sweetie?"

My heart dropped to the soles of my feet.

"I… I'm sorry, what? I don't think I heard you." I chuckled, but felt like the thread to my sanity was about to snap. "Are we somewhere near Soho? Because that's where I last was."

"SoHo?" She repeated, looking dubious. She leaned forward, staring at me closer. Something nagged me in the back of her mind. Something about her. It was driving me insane. "SoHo in Manhattan?"

"Soho in London." I corrected. Something akin to ice raked down my back at the incredulous look in her eye. I swallowed a lump in my throat. "We're…. We're in London, right?"

She faltered, then opened the door. "Tell you what, how I take you to the station and we'll get this all sorted- I can call your parents and we'll find out what's going on-"

"I'm not crazy. I'm not lying!" I blurted before taking a step back. "No, this is- I can't be in Virginia. I was just in Soho! I had an accident-!"

"Okay, I'm sorry. I'm not saying you're crazy." She calmly lifted her arms and held out her hands, palms facing me. The officer eyed me, analytical. "I promise," she slowly started, pausing to make sure I was listening. "I promise that I'll help you, but to do that, I need you to get in the car."

It took everything not to break down on the spot. To not just sprint for the hills and escape her.

Despite the panic slowly welling in my chest, I took a deep breath and shakily put my hand on the car door, she inclined her head when I took a seat. The door gave a thud when I firmly shut it behind me. The officer switched on the heater when she spotted me wrapping my arms around my torso. However it wasn't in effort to warm myself up- it was more in a fetal attempt to comfort myself.

I was ready to break apart. Somehow, I ended up on the other side of the Atlantic without any recollection of when, how or why it happened. That wasn't normal, that's outright alarming. Stories of how people mysteriously found themselves in the middle of nowhere in a foreign nation usually came right before they discovered that they were missing a few organs. Or worse, a victim of human trafficking rings.

God almighty, I'm going to be charged with the illegally entering a country through improper channels.

I supposed it could be a lot worse. I could've ended up in countries where I couldn't speak or understand the language, or worse, an active war-zone like somewhere in Eastern Ukraine or the Middle East.

That still didn't answer the question of how in the hell did I somehow end up across the goddamned Atlantic Ocean in the first place.

"You think I'm crazy, don't you?" I couldn't blame her. I felt like a crazy person, being carted off to hospital in an American cop car to get my head seen to, probably both mentally and physically at this point. One moment I was crawling out of a car wreck, the next, I woke up laying on the ground in America.

"I don't think you're crazy."

"Then what do you think?"

"Well, you're upset, that's a given, but you're also confused." She slightly turned the wheel, slowing the car at a traffic light stop when the red light flashed. "In some cases in car accidents, depending on how hard the person hit their head," she glanced at me, a sympathetic smile on her mouth. "The person can get amnesia."

"You're saying I have amnesia?" I mumbled, steering my stinging gaze to the window, peering at the never ending treeline that extended forever. The glass was a little dirty but I wasn't about to comment on the lack of her maintenance skills when I was busy in my mind freaking out about the whole situation.

"It's a possibility- not to mention a concussion, so we'll need to stop by the hospital before we go to the station but maybe we'll get more details when we contact your parents." She sighed. "What's your name?"

"Sofia."

She pulled the radio from the side, putting it near her lips. I zoned out what she said. The nagging sensation in my head wouldn't go away. My extremely confused and panicked state was fading a little and I could see a little sense, she was extremely and eerily familiar. I recognised the feeling as major Deja Vu.

"Sorry, what was your name?" I cleared my throat. "Officer?"

"Sheriff Forbes, but you can call me Liz."

It hit me like a freight train.

Elizabeth Forbes.

I realised with a strong, sickening and almost unhinged sense of perturbation.

Who she was. My location.

Mystic Falls, why didn't I realise? I knew it was a real place but I could have never suspected it was real. That everyone inside of it was real and things happening in it were real. I was in Mystic Falls. The same Mystic Falls from Vampire Diaries.

It seemed impossible and possible all at once.

"Sofia?" Her chary, questioning voice broke me out of my reverie. Soft blue eyes filled with caution and something else burned into my skull. "Are you alright?"

I almost didn't breathe.

Answer.

"Yeah." I denied, lying through my teeth all while trying not to lose it. I puppeteered my features to brighten enough to suffice her concern, forcing the corners of my eyes to wrinkle, dimples to indent my cheeks and my mouth to spread. My poker face was obviously good, considering she let it go.

It was quiet the rest of the way, with the exception of the radio- which I had asked for permission to turn on. I kept tuning the radio until we reached a classical station- and when I got given a slightly weird look from Liz, I claimed that I loved jazz.

Which wasn't a lie. Jazz soothed me. I loved jazz.

We reached the hospital and Liz opened the door. I shuffled out and wanted to collapse to the ground but she checked in with the station before walking me to the door. It was almost lifeless inside, matching my numb mood. The walls were a blinding white, everything was dull and the patients droned in the waiting room like zombies, one person sitting on the side with an ice pack to their blackened eye and a stern looking woman next to him- who seemed pissed off. There was a little girl with an uncomfortably pale complexion with her dad stroking her hair as she coughed into her tiny hand.

I stepped passed a guy in a wheelchair, sending a polite smile before taking my seat while Liz was checking me in and talking to the receptionist. At one point she glanced at me, something unfathomable glinted in her eyes but she quickly turned to the receptionist again. I didn't have time to be concerned about it, too engrossed in my own drama.

Eventually, after seeing the doctor and letting her prod and examine me, we discussed in the hallway that I was concussed and that they wanted to keep me overnight. They lead me to a room, and Liz also followed closely behind whilst I panicked inside my head.

Concussed.

It didn't stop me from coming up with conclusions, wondering and thinking and thinking about what the hell was going on. That I was in Mystic Falls. Everything was different. I was involved somehow in a weird punishment from some God I didn't even believe in.

But I was concussed. Maybe this all wasn't real…

It seemed real.

But how the hell could I be sure? How the fuck would something like I theorised be remotely possible? I couldn't be in Vampire Diaries. It wasn't possible. It was insane to even consider that I was in a TV show or book series. That stuff happened in comic books and movies, not in actual life.

How else would I have explained Liz? This was too cruel to be a prank- too real.

Is this hell? I wanted to cry, but kept it in and started to head to the car.

"Sofia!"

I jolted, head whirling around to where the voice came from. A woman I had never seen before was charging over. She was beautiful. She wore a black pencil skirt and a light pink blouse, along with fancy looking heels. Dark brown hair bounced around her shoulders with her frantic jog, wide green eyes firmly on me.

Liz approached just as the woman threw herself onto me, arms locking around my shoulders. I nearly fell to the floor and stumbled out of shock. My hands lifted either side of her, staying in the air and not hugging her back. I felt my eyebrows raise into my hairline.

"Uh…" was my response.

As if my day couldn't get any god damn weirder.

"Fia, I'm so glad you're okay." she pulled away, hands placed on my shoulders as she leveled her eyes with mine. Something was full of pain and worry in her gaze. "How are you? Are you hurt?" Her hand caressed the side of my temple, brushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear.

"Sorry to interrupt m'am," Liz interjected to my relief, looking at her with surveying eyes. "But who are you?"

"That's what I'd like to know." I spoke up, ripping myself away from her and taking a large step back to put some distance between me and the strange woman.

She looked a mix between frustrated and sad. She spoke softly. "Fia, I thought we were passed this?" The mystery woman turned to the Sheriff and sighed. "I'm her mother."

"Excuse me?" I demanded, starting to think I wasn't the only insane person in town.

"Adoptive, for a solid five months, but I'm her guardian." She sent me a glance, tears in her eyes and voice shaky. "The hospital called, told me you were in some sort of accident?"

"The doctor said that she could have amnesia," Liz claimed, sympathetic. "That could be why she doesn't know you."

"Oh god." She sobbed, putting a hand to her mouth and sniffling. "The past five months are gone?"

My entire world was spiralling out of control. It was probably a miracle I didn't have a mental break down or crawl to the corner of the room, rocking back and forth, sucking on my thumb. I wanted nothing more than to go to my room and sleep. To go back to my room and stop interacting with these two people.

Liz, who shouldn't exist.

This woman claiming to be my adoptive mother- who I didn't know.

This was insane.

I didn't know what to do- how to feel- everything was a haze.

I felt numb and every emotion combined at the same time.

How the hell- how the fuck is someone supposed to deal with this shit?

"I want to be alone." I had to fight myself from climbing out the window and just putting an end to all the jumbled, complicated mess my mind right now. "Now. Please."

"Sof-"

"Leave me alone." An edge sharpened into my voice, I took a step back, gesturing to the door. The bones in my legs were quaking, I felt numb. "Please."

She bit her lip but without a word, she left. Liz stared, and I resisted snapping at her and throwing the glass of water near me at her. "Just call if you need anything."

She followed suit.

The door shut.

Then the panicked tears flowed. I collapsed to the ground, slapping a hand to my mouth so my cries were muffled. I gripped the floor, inhaling deep breaths to attempt to calm myself. The floor was cold, and solid.

More importantly- real.

I wasn't home. I was in Mystic Falls.

I was in a world of vampires and werewolves and hybrids- oh god, Klaus. Kol. The originals. Witches. Everything came crashing down on me. Damon, Stefan, Elena- everything.

This was real. This was all real.

Vampires.

Fucking vampires.

Folklore definition of a vampire referred to a corpse that crawled out of its grave to feed on the blood of the living with its long canine teeth.

The word itself sounded stupid, and conjured up images of a hundred year old vampire who looked like a teenager ripped straight from a Nicholas Spark movie. With a heart of stone and filled with bitter loneliness, desperate to find someone to share his emotions with. Typical teenage romance drama filled with cringe moments and lines.

A myth, a fiction, a fantasy, depending on whatever one preferred to see them as. Except now they weren't myths, fiction and fantasy but actual reality. Along with the likes of werewolves and witches, and warlocks or whatever fancy names they came up for themselves.

Unthinkable, unbelievable, impossible.

Yet, here I am.

Right here, in this hospital room- in Mystic Falls.

Fuck me sideways.