There is darkness. I can't see anything else. Darkness consumes all of my senses.

I feel the hairs on the back of neck raise and suddenly whispers filled my ears.

My head whips around, eyes piercing the darkness as I try to pinpoint where the whispers are originating from.

But the more I search in the darkness, the more voices surround me. The voices became so loud that they screeched. I cover my ears to try to block out the noise.

I didn't know I closed my eyes until sounds of chanting took over my hearing. I open my eyes to see that I'm hunched over and I looked up when the chanting grew louder.

I blindly drop my hands to my side as my eyes squint in the darkness. What is that? I thought to myself as I spot a lighter shadow against the darkness.

I back away when the shadow approaches, coming closer and closer to me. I turn around to run.

Only to jump in surprise, gasping as another shadow lighter than the other one appears. I desperately search for an escape.

But I watch growing increasingly terrified as more shadows walk toward me.

W-what are they?! I thought frantically as I look to see myself surrounded as the shadows became more solid.

When I felt my back hit something, I jump in surprise.

I gasp as I realize that I unknowingly backed myself up into one of the shadows.

I spin myself around to look what I've run into, inwardly fearful at what I may see. Only to find myself facing-

I scream in agony as my bones crack and reform themselves.

My body becomes consumed with the agony of having my bones reassert themselves in various positions. Where no human bone is placed.

I didn't see the shadow's face.

I wasn't able to.

I sob as the pain continues. It was never-ending torture.

"Stop," I scream at the shadows, tears filling my eyes and blurring my vision of the shadows.

"Please," I sob in pain. "Stop."

It didn't matter how much I wanted the pain to stop. The pain wouldn't fade away even as I begged and groveled.

It seemed like eternity as my bones continued to crack and change themselves.

Suddenly I feel a hand rest on my head.

My screams grow louder as my bones crack and bend themselves back into their proper positions. I find that I've fallen to the ground, curled into a fetal position.

I gasp and turn on my back, arching up as my own screams deafen my ears. I can't even hear the chanting anymore as my eyesight becomes blind by an array of colorful lights.

Neither can I feel nor register the hand on my head.

I scream as something rams itself within me. It burns!

I feel like I am on fire – no.

Like I am ablaze from within.

I gasped and suddenly everything was stand still.

My breath came and went as silent gasps of air with my eyes wide open but unseeing of the darkness now.

I can't find the pain in my body anymore but it was so surreal! I can still feel my bones rearranging themselves.

My bones grinding against one another was so odd! I am so tempted to laugh and smile as my bones continue to crack…

So what! It tickled.

A gasp hitched in my throat as I feel it.

Feel the flow in my veins. The flow of-

It is indescribable, so unbelievably powerful that I gain some feeling in my hands as they tremble from the flow.

I realize someone is speaking into my ear.

"You need to remember," the voice spoke, filling the absolute silence with its words. The voice sounds so familiar but for the life of me, I can't figure out how or who the voice belongs to.

I brought back to earth like a bucket of ice poured over me as I registered what the voice just said.

As I was about to speak, the light became unbearable to look at and I shut my eyes tightly. I didn't know that would be my biggest mistake.

Someone places their hands on both sides of my head as bright lights consumes me even I can see from behind my eyelids and-

~.~UNEARTHED~.~

Two Months Later…

I gaze out the window as I sit at my window seat, looking at the tree outside as the wind rustled the trees branches and leaves.

It's been months since Stefan left with Klaus. I've spent the last couple months trying to track down Stefan and Klaus but I keep finding Klaus's victims. A part of me nags at that last thought, saying that it is Stefan's victims but I refuse to believe that.

Katherine said that Stefan left to save Damon from his werewolf bite. Inwardly, I also knew that Stefan left with Klaus to keep me safe.

Elena Gilbert, doppelgänger, human, sacrificed for Klaus's curse, and assumed dead by Klaus.

My hands turn into fists as I switch my vexed gaze to a window of the house across from me.

It is because of Klaus that I died for his curse. It is because of Klaus that Jeremy, Alaric and I lost Jenna. It is because of Klaus that Elijah betrayed us and saved his half-brother. It is because of Klaus that John and Isobel died.

I may not have been fond of my biological parents but they were still my family.

I can practically taste my anger and hear the window across from me creaking as I glared at it the more I thought of Klaus.

He took away EVERYTHING! I inwardly hissed to myself, consumed from anger to rage in a split second.

"Elena!" Jeremy's voice echoing throughout the house made me jump and turn away from the window.

I looked down at my clenched hands and breathe out slowly, unclenching and clenching my hands.

"Yeah," I called back to my brother, looking up to see him walking towards my room.

"Do you have any money?" Jeremy asked and I raised my eyebrows at him.

"You do know that you have a job, right? A job that gives you money?" I threw back at him. "Money that you should have." My brother shrugs his shoulders.

"Well I spent most of it helping Alaric pay off his drinks when he stops by the grill," Jeremy explained and I sighed, resting my head on the window.

I close my eyes, rubbing my temple as a headache unexpectedly emerges. Alaric hasn't been the same since Jenna died.

Alaric has been drinking alcohol just about day and night after Jenna's funeral. He's been going to the grill so much that Jeremy started to pay for their now resident guardian.

As much as I love Alaric, he was somewhat being a pain. A pain I'm sure that Damon encouraged Alaric to continue with.

"So," Jeremy queries, interrupting my train of thought. "Can you give me money?"

"Yeah, okay," I sigh in defeat, opening my eyes and look over to the window across from me one more time.

"I'll give you some money."

I turn to Jeremy with a small, weak smile as I get up from the window seat to give my brother his money.

And away from the cracked window of the house across from me. A large crack etched the window like vines against a stone wall. Hardly anyone will suspect anything of it… except maybe the owners of the house across from mine.

But no one would suspect me.

"So," I said, walking up to my brother nonchalant of the cracked window that Jeremy is unable to see.

"How much money do you need?"

Read & Review please!

Sorry for the mysterious start but I thought that it would be a good idea to start by revealing piece by piece. Eventually it'll come to everything being revealed and I'll be focusing on the present time. More information about what's going on about Elena will be revealed eventually. This chapter is kind of more like a prologue so hang tight for this story please.

This is my first story in awhile and I feel like I've done pretty well with this story. Please give me positive and constructive feedback of this story so far. Hopefully, I'll be able to keep writing for this story because this idea has been running through my head for awhile. Especially since I'm almost out of school in a couple weeks for winter break.

Again R&R please!

- StarReader2009