Disclaimer: Jesus! NINE Reviews, FOURTEEN favourites and SEVENTEEN alerts all in the space of eight hours? AND more when I checked after? I love you guys! Oh... I still don't own anything :( ALSO The days as the go by in the show are going to be different from the days going by in this story and BECAUSE, obviously, this is a FANFICTION a lot might seem changed. I'll keep her following Elijah.


Mikaelson Estate, Mystic Falls, 2012 AD (THIRD POV);


"Tatia Petrova, really Elijah?" Isabella scoffed, "I know you and Niklaus fancied yourselves in love but she was the village whore – how do you suppose the Petrova line continued? She had no husband."

Moonlight crept through the window danced onto the woman's pale face, her lips curved into a teasing smile and a mischievous giggle bubbled in her throat; she was lying back on the curved couch, carelessly dangling her feet off the edge.

"Oh, Hello Esther dearest – how was a thousand years on the other side?" she raised her head in acknowledgement to the other people entering the room, "I would have personally found it quite boring, and I would have been rather angry at whoever put me there – wouldn't you? Perhaps regretful is a better way to describe how you're feeling right now-"

"Be quiet!" Esther screamed abruptly, "I want no more of these silly games you play, Isabella. You will tell me how you are alive, right now!"

The youthful woman began her tittering for a second time, each laugh getting louder and sounding more bell-like; the Mikaelson's stared at the girl incredulously, they could not understand her impractical laughter. When she stilled her smile dropped and gaze fell on the eldest brother, she turned her nose up at him and snorted, amused.

"Honestly? You're all boring now, can't even laugh at something funny anymore!" she sniggered, "I'm not dead; little to no heart beat, catch on to that? Or how about my fancy ring, took me a while to think of that."

"How!" Esther growled.

"Don't get angry! That's your families fault – anger and impatience, always a problem."

Isabella sat up from the couch and slid her shoes back onto her feet before standing up and grabbing her small purse from the table beside her.

"I'm going to go call on a few important people; don't get your knickers in a twist while I'm gone!"


Gilbert House, Mystic Falls, 2012 AD (THIRD POV);


A young lady with straight dark brown hair and tan skin sat at the bench in her house's kitchen; it was cold and her hands were shivering, barely being warmed by the almost scolding cup of coffee in her hands. It was unusually cold, dark and silent and the moonlight offered little lighting – the girl was shivering. There was a sudden and loud knock on the door causing the girl to jump a little in the air; she almost immediately went to answer it, thinking that it was the man she had been calling for half the night. When she opened the door she saw a lean, pale and young woman with waist length brunette hair; she had a firm look on her face.

"Vervain, how tasty – must be delightful to be drinking it with your late night coffee." The woman giggled, "Invite me in darling, might just do you some good."

The girl's eyes widened; she'd met enough supernatural people to last her a life-time.

"Who are you?" the girl demanded.

"Not who am I sweetheart, you're Elena Gilbert – a second generation doppelgänger, and I've been looking for you for quite some time." She inhaled a sharp breath, "Now, invite me in."


Salvatore Boarding House, Mystic Falls, 2012 AD (THIRD POV);


"So Rebekah and – Kol, is it?," a dark haired man leant against the doorframe, "What brings you here?" he chuckled, "Oh, come on in."

The two people being addressed scoffed and shoved past the man, both possessing an air of arrogance; together they headed towards the living room and neither guest accepted the glass of 'blood-scotch' offered to them. After a few minutes the woman, Rebekah, became agitated.

"Has a woman come by recently?" she asked, sounding somewhat troubled.

"Why? Would you be jealous-" he smirked, "It's not like it's a big deal."

"Answer my sister, idiot!" Kol growled.

The dark haired man's eyes widened; they couldn't kill him, he'd done nothing – but they were ruthless and unforgiving, he knew that.

"No, Stefan's been by but-"

"Good enough for me, we will leave now - Kol."

"Why'd you ask me that?" the man called out after the siblings.

There was a pause.

"There's been a new addition to the playing board; you best watch your back."


Mikaelson Estate, Mystic Falls, 2012 AD (THIRD POV);


The click of heels brought the attention of the Original Family to the front door of their house; the woman they had been fretting over walked in behind the two they had sent out to search for her.

"We found her with the doppelgänger, having a cup of coffee." The blonde girl sneered.

"I told you not to get your knickers in a twist and you did exactly just that," she paused, "Why's that?"

Esther descended the grand stairs with a leap in her step and a scowl on her face; she had watched over and made sure that none of her children dared go back and turn any of the living villagers, and now one of them was here – she needed to know how.

"Are you prepared to tell us how you are here, Isabella?"

"Not in the slightest Esther! But that offer still stands Elijah, if you need me-" she winked, "Then come find me."

She sped off before they could think otherwise.


AN: I'm SHOCKED; I love the response to this story and I'll definitely be continuing it.