Chapter 1) Natalia

Before reading: This story is only LOOSELY based on history, it's primarily fiction, as are the characters though I did try to stick with the time frame as the land was spreading, the term tsar wasn't used quite yet at this time and I borrowed some names from historical figures. I got some inspiration from Danill Aleksandrovich, Dmitri Donskoy, Ivan I or III etc. but again, this is fiction. P.S, you wont see me try to write in Russian very often at all. Usually if character' are speaking in another language it will be said or italicized.

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Urgh… Ow

Finally pulling in a breath, my eyes were still closed and I tried to move my head slightly but immediately let out another groan as I felt the joints in my neck finally heal back into place. What the hell happened?

I could hear soft chatter going on around me and I slowly let my eyes flutter open as my hand reached up to rub against my sore neck. The room smelt of fresh mahogany and harvest leaf candles, I could hear fire place crackling in the background and, as my vision adjusted, the lights in the room were very low.

"она не спит" I heard a deep voice.

"отец скоро приедет" this one was feminine "Я считаю, что это он ее"

I'm obviously not fluent in Russian so I couldn't really make out what they were saying. I just heard things like "awake" and "it's her"

I finally sat up and saw the people speaking. It was the four men from before, as well as a tall blonde woman who appeared physically about a few years older than me. What is going on? Why was I ambushed and brought with this woman?

"What's going on here? Who are you people?" I sat up from the sofa I was placed down on and zoomed across the room to the farthest wall.

They muttered something again in Russian, obviously taking note of the language barrier.

Clearing her throat, the only other girl in the room placed her hands behind her back and stepped forward. Her long blonde hair was in waves, cascading onto her Carmel brown fur coat that extended to her hips, showing her wearing black pants and matching high heeled fur boots.

"Relax" she spoke with a heavy accent. "We mean you no harm"

"Could have fooled me with how I was ambushed and brought here against my will!" I snapped.

Raising an eyebrow, she placed her hands on her hips and gave me a dirty look "Almost 700 years and that's how you greet your sister?" a condescending smirk then slipped through.

"It really is you" she snared, crossed her arms and walked back towards the four men of the group.

Say what? I am beyond confused.

Who knows what they could be mumbling about but I don't trust those four kidnappers or her. I need to find a way out of here.

I noticed a large doorway that was half open to our left and without having to think twice I dashed for it. I automatically knew that this wasn't going to go smoothly though, since one of my earlier capturers suddenly appeared in my way and held me against the door but I knew to react fast. The wooden hinge of the door was already in my hand and I pulled it off to dig it straight into the man's chest and he immediately fell back. I felt another take a hold of my arm but I sent my elbow straight into his jaw, which caught him by surprise and dug my boot into his gut, knocking him away from me. I could sense a presence closing in from behind and instantly spun around to catch the hands reaching for me. Twisting them to the side with both hands I kneed him in the crotch and pushed him into the wall; although, as soon as he was out of my grip I was in someone else's. I had been backhanded across the face and the back of my neck was gripped to rush us forward. As I finally, opened my eyes after the first hit, I felt heat waves and was met with bright flames and embers crackling up to my face! The cones of the fire were brushing my cheeks and I could feel my skin burning! My screams were finally released as I struggled in agony to back out of the fireplace.

"Let go of me!" I pleaded and trashed back with my arms gripping the stone sides. With the speed and strength I could tell that these people were vampire's but the one holding me is definitely way stronger.

I wailed and cried as the grip on my head refused to loosen and my blood curdling screams vibrated around the room and even up the chimney. The layers of my skin were now red, bleeding and blistered like when I had been burnt without my daylight ring and I continued to shriek at the intensity but it seems I was finally met with mercy as the hand pulled me back to the face of the girl I had just spoken to. She looked expressionless but intense.

"That was very rude" I was released and sank to the floor, hissing as my hands held my searing face that needed to speed up in healing. "Honestly, did those who raised you in this life not teach you proper manners?"

I sneered and groaned as my burns were finally closing up. Calming myself down I finally looked back at the girl as she looked down at me. "Don't make us have to reteach you discipline" she stepped away and sat herself onto the couch with her legs crossed as the 3 men from earlier pulled themselves together as well. I thought they would instantly come at me after what I did to them but although they looked offended, they did nothing but line up and stand at the girl's side. Almost like awaiting her command.

"You musn't mistreat those who are loyal to us either" She nodded to them and waved for a tray to be brought over. "Forgive them for the way you first encountered. They weren't positive of who you were but seeing that you are already a vampire they honestly were going easy on you."

She was poured scotch and took a sip.

"But you're not like we are" One of them kneeled before me and handed me a drink as well, even though I was still sitting up from the floor. "It seems you're linked to an Original Vampire bloodline."

Taking another sip, she nodded for me to get up and have a seat. "This could pose a problem." She was speaking English but I still didn't understand a thing coming out of her mouth. There was no way I wanted to sit next to her.

"Well…I'm sure one of the witches can find some way to fix that up" she swirled the ice in her drink. Making another nod for me to get up she glared at me.

"Do you want an explanation for all this? Or would you rather I stick your head back in the fire?"

Bitch..

I guess since I don't have any other options, an explanation would definitely be the best choice. Giving her the harshest glare I could muster, I finally took hold of the drink that was still being offered to me and cautiously pulled myself onto the couch, though still far from her.

"We've never liked each other but family is something you must tolerate in life, therefore lets drop the daggering looks already" she huffed with an eye roll as she brushed her free hand through her hair in a flaunting superior manner.

"Well if you're going to give me an explanation to all this, you could start with how you keep going on about us being related. You must have me confused with someone else" Having just had my face nearly burnt off she doesn't act like any sister I'd want to have. Lord help the girl she is related to.

"I didn't believe I had another family either back when I was first discovered, but it's true. It takes some time to sink in" she lifted her glass up and had it refilled without even looking up at the guy. "But it's true, Natalia. I am your older sister, Megara."

What did she just call me? I shook me head.

"No, my name is Caroline Forbes." I countered. I've heard some very crazy things in my life but this definitely takes the cake.

"That's your name after your rebirth in this life. But you are originally Natalia, one of the Duchess's of the House of Aleksandrovich during the rise of Moscow."

There was no way I'm buying any of this crap….but my eyes are still widening at everything she's telling me.

"Born 1346, 2nd daughter of Grand Prince Vladimir Aleksandrovich; over the centuries our family has slowly been reuniting. We have all been reborn, or what is termed as reincarnated." She stood up and began to pace by the fireplace "With your appearance, we are now nearly whole again"

I stayed silent trying to process everything she said.

No, I'm Caroline Forbes. I was born in 1994 (In the show, the timeline makes S5 Caroline 19 so that's how I set the birth year) to Bill and Liz Forbes in Mystic Falls Virginia during time of the Grungy Look and Dawson's creek or Nirvana were rising not….this….

"Don't believe me?" She nodded her head upward and I followed the motion "This enough proof for you?"

I hadn't even noticed hanging above the tall fireplace was what appeared to be a family portraits, and out of the five people on the centered one, my eyes closed in on a life like painting of a girl. The painting was very old but definitely breath taking and lifelike.

The facial features on one of the girls…..

….Was that a painting of me?

Suddenly I heard the double doors I had dashed for earlier behind me pushed open and I immediately turned to see who had shown up.

I stared across the room at a tall man with dark hair. Intense eyes, features and a strong jaw line looking back at me. He was wearing black dress shoes, clean pressed black dress shirt and a heavy coat. He definitely has a strong, demanding presence to him and a surrounding air of intimidation.

He looked back at me intently and I could tell he was the man in the portrait as well….

"Natalia"

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So what do you guys think? I know we have to get through the introductions before we get to the really juicy stuff but trust me, I got all kinds of ideas lined up waiting to be written. Please review and let me know how you think its going so far. BTW, remember, characters are fictional so don't go looking these people up on medieval russian history, they were just inspired by this era of time. LOL