It was saturday morning on a hot day in June. Just the night before Elena Gilbert had celebrated her sixteenth birthday. She woke up with a big smile on her face remembering the night before. She had everyone she loved at this party and finally after so many years of being friends, Matt Donovan asked her out. Today they were going out on their date. Bonnie and Caroline were coming over to help her pick something out. Everything in her life seemed to going great.

Slipping out of bed she went straight for the bathroom, showering then pulling on a towel. She planned to lounge around the house in a pair of jeans and t-shirt until her friends showed up. When finally she had her clothes on she went downstairs. Jeremy was fast asleep probably, he never woke up early, not even on a school day. Her parents had gone off early to a farmers market just outside of town. Pretty much having the house to herself, she reveled in it. Making herself coffee and turning the music up. Jeremy luckily slept through everything too.

She barely heard the doorbell, if it weren't for the break in the song she wouldn't have. Pressing pause she made her way toward the door and opened it slowly. On the other side was Bonnie's grandmother Sheila (a woman that everyone thought was crazy) and someone she didn't recognize. But she could have definetly been related.

"Uh, hi Sheila...Bonnie's not here until later. Were you looking for her?" She asked. This was kind of weird.

"No, we're looking for you..." The other woman had a British accent which only further confused Elena. She cocked her head to one side.

"I'm sorry, what can I do for you?"

Elena watched as Sheila nodded at Ayanna before a splitting pain went through her head and she dropped to the ground, writhing. She looked up for a moment.

"What the hell?" She muttered.

"I'm sorry, we had to do this" Sheila said and last thing Elena heard before blacking out was the two of the murmuring something in Latin.

…

Elena woke up for the second time that day, this time she was not so comfortable and wasn't smiling either. The floor underneath was dirt and as she sat up to take in her surroundings, she realized that she was in a forest, looking somewhat like the edge of Mystic Falls. Getting up she tried to remember how she got here and couldn't. How much had she drank at her birthday last night? She started walking but after a while she was getting nowhere. How far was she from the town?

"Tatia!?" Someone called. Elena didn't turn she kept on walking. Soon she was tapped on the shoulder and spun around to be met by a long blonde haired guy with blue eyes. He looked familiar, or maybe it was just the feeling of knowing. Either way, he thought that he knew her.

"Your mother is looking for you back at the village...she won't be happy about your clothing..." He said, his accent was captivating and Elena couldn't help but stare at him. Who was he?

"At the village?" She repeated.

"Yes...in the village...Tatia, are you alright?" He asked her. Why did he keep calling her Tatia?

"I'm not Tatia. My name's Elena..."

"Niklaus! We must be getting back, Mrs Petrova found...Wow" Someone else had joined them, clearly the two boys were brothers. Though the one who had just joined them was older.

"Tatia has a sister?"

"Clearly..."

"Will the two of you take me back to town? I am getting rather tired of this!" Elena yelled. They were both taken aback by her outburst, but complied anyway. When Elena finally managed to pull her head in she looked at what the two of them were wearing? Were they from some sort of convention? Was she going crazy?

Instead of the main street of Mystic Falls, Elena was met with what seemed to be a medevil village. Fires burning all around her, meat cooking and where there were supposed to houses...she saw tents. What the hell was going on. The elder boy, who she since learnt was called Elijah showed her to a tent where supposedly she was supposed to live. Thinking there was nothing too bad that could happen she walked in, only to be met by another girl who looked exactly like her, an identical twin. Elena almost fainted.

"Who are you?" The other girl asked.

"I'm Elena, who are you?"

"Tatia Petrova. How do you look exactly like me? Do I have a twin mother has never told me about?" She questioned as if Elena would know the answer. But poor Elena was rooted to the spot. This was probably the girl that Niklaus and Elijah were talking about back in the forest.

"Wait here, I will go get mother" She said, guiding Elena to a seat and she ran off. Soon she was joined by an older woman, one she could tell was of great power just by the way she was standing. But she also looked confused.

"Ayanna said there was another girl that looked like my Tatia." She said in a low voice. Elena didn't dare speak.

"She said her name is Elena..." Tatia started, but she was silenced her by her mother.

"Let me think, child" She snapped. Elena frowned. She was a powerful woman, but fuck she was a bit of a bitch.

"What is your name?" She finally spoke to Elena.

"Elena Gilbert" Elena told her.

"Well, Elena Gilbert while you are here you will be known as Elena Petrova and will tell everyone that you are my child alright?"

All Elena could do was nod. She was powerless. Soon the dragon lady was gone and it was just her and Tatia. She was speechless and confused. But at least Tatia seemed to know some of what was going on now.

"Mother mentioned Ayanna, so she must know what is going on...But for now you must borrow one of my dresses" Tatia told Elena who just agreed. After she was changed Tatia brought her a drink of water and sat down on the bed next to her.

"If mother does not know of your existence...who are you?" She asked.

"Elena, the girl from the future" Elena answered sarcastically. It seemed that Tatia did not realize her sarcasm, bless her heart.

"But how is there someone that looks like me in the future?"

"If I knew I would tell you, I'm just as confused as you are" Elena assured her. She really shouldn't be short with Tatia. The girl had been nothing but nice to her. She reminded her much of her own mother, Miranda Gilbert. A little naïve perhaps. But nice all the same. Tatia promised to show her around the village tomorrow, but for now they were to gather vegetables for supper. Once a week they all gathered together for dinner. Tatia seemed extremely excited though, she couldn't hide the blush on her face.

"Who are you excited to see?" Elena asked her knowingly.

"Elijah Mikaelson, I like him very much" Tatia answered. But Elena had the feeling that Niklaus liked her too. But Elena didn't say a thing. It seemed Tatia already knew.

"I like Niklaus...but I think Elijah already has my heart even though I've known him for a few weeks"

"It takes one glance, believe me" Elena conceded. Her heart had jumped when she met the younger of the Mikaelson boys, she wasn't sure why. She liked Matt did she not? Shaking her head, she needed to figure out what was going on and not get caught up with anyone around her. Though being friends with Tatia didn't seem like a bad idea. She was much like Elena.

She followed Tatia out of the tent and it wasn't a far walk to her mothers garden. They spent time talking about their lives although Elena didn't give too much away. She didn't want to screw anything. If she had learnt anything from those sci-fi movies that Jeremy had made her watch, it was not to screw with time.

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Finally they were seated around a large table and the air was a little chilly, but the food smelt incredible. Elena didn't know any of the villagers, apart from Tatia, her mother, Niklaus and Elijah. But everyone seemed very interested in her. Tatia's lost sister, family thinking she was dead and now returned. Or so was the story.

She met the other Mikaelson siblings first since on her right side was the third youngest, Kol Mikaelson. Young and cheeky, but Elena found him to be quite the young joker. He reminded a lot of Jeremy. On the other side of Kol was the only girl in the family, Rebekah, she was only fifteen years old. But she was a sweet thing, although Kol loved to tell Elena tales of Rebekah's adventures with knives. It made her smile. Henrik of course was the sweetest. Much more innocent than his other siblings. Although Finn was not very far off. It was the parents of these children that Elena was wary of. Esther, a very powerful witch apparently (Although Elena was unsure she believed despite her surroundings) and Mikael their father, a wealthy land owner. He was quite snobby and often looked down on his own children, especially Niklaus. It made Elena feel sorry for him. Whatever had he done to deserve it?

Elena and Tatia were deep in conversation when the meal ended and Elijah came over and asked her to walk with him. Of course they were chaperoned, which Elena found rather strange. But then again, everything around her was strange. Elena then made a point of seeking out Ayanna. She had heard her name frequently and suspected she was behind all of this.

But before she had the chance to find the girl, Niklaus Mikaelson was in front of her. Elena couldn't resist meeting the smile on his face.

"Well Miss Petrova..." He started.

"Elena, please" She interrupted him. He looked quite shocked, but recovered quickly.

"Alright, when my father is not around" He told her. She gave him a look of sympathy, it must be hard.

"Since you are new to the village, would you like to be shown around? My sister has requested your company. It seems she quite likes you" He said, looking hopeful. Elena couldn't help but wonder if he was making the request too. Or maybe she was hoping that he was.

"I would love to, that is very kind of her" She said, feeling really silly talking like this. But it was quickly rubbing off on her. She turned to see Rebekah talking to Henrik and Kol. When she turned to look at Elena she gave a small smile and a wave which Elena returned. Looking around she saw Ayanna returning into the Mikaelson home. She made a point of where it was and looked back to Niklaus.

"You know Ayanna?" He asked.

"I've met her once" She answered. Clearly it was more and Elena knew that, so did Niklaus. But neither of them said another thing about it. He walked her back to the Petrova home and said goodnight. Maybe this was all a bad dream and tomorrow she would wake up in her own bed.