So, before I get to any stuff that needs to be said, I wanna wish everyone a happy Easter, and if you celebrate it, a Happy Belated Passover.
Also, I wanted to say that while this is an M rated story, I'm only thirteen, hence the no smut, and though it will say the word shit, that's pretty much the only curse word going to be said, because my mom is scary and I want to live. I am so so so so sorry that this update is late, but a good chunk of this chapter just disappeared, and I'll try and update later so that I'm still on scheduel. You can expect double updates every now and then that I miss an update.
I'm also sorry that this chapter jumps between so many viewpoints, but don't expect it and it's only because of the events towards the end of the chapter.
Like I said before, a good piece got deleted, so even though I replaced most of it, its gonna be like excruciatingly short so sorry about that.
Last thing(for when you get to the end of the chapter), when you see that its all italics between those little line break things, it means that your seeing/reading one of her memories.
Seventy two hours, three days, nine forced meals, three supervised showers, and many pills later, she was transferred to a regular pediatric room and spent four days, ninety six hours, twelve bland meals, far too many pills, many IV bags there, and a few blood transfusions.
Finally, she was placed on a Greyhound bus taking her from Suburbia, Long Island to Richmond, where they would finish driving to Mystic Falls, Virginia, and ignored her new caseworker whose name she didn't want to remember for the most part, as she tried to fill Valkyrie in on her new "family".
A new widow, teenage son, small town, that was the only information that she bothered to retain before she put on her wireless beats. One of her more wealthy families had brought them for her, along with a majority of her sneakers, and some of her finer things.
She fell asleep not long into the trip, waking up exactly twenty minutes before she was set to arrive according to the inactivated iPhone in her hand. It was also time for her medicine, according to the caseworker.
Ahh medication. The question was which one?
There was the mood stabilizer that always served to make her feel like a wall for a good half hour after she took it. The Adderall that she needed every four hours because she was just that bad according to her latest doctor. The anti-psychotics that she needed to help the mood stabilizer because she was just plain psychotic according to doctors. There was the iron supplements, and more than she could even remember.
Most times she something to gag herself to the point of vomit after taking the mood stabilizers and anti-psychotics. Sometimes she just wouldn't take them in the first place. She'd plain ignored the seizure medications since she knew that nothing could stop her seizures.
"It's time for your mood stabilizer."
The girl didn't respond in any other way besides the turning of her head towards the elder woman.
Frazzled at Valkyrie's indifference, the caseworker retrieved the medication from a small bag before handing it to the girl along with a small bottle of water. The girl swallowed the medication before taking a small sip of water. The only thing running through her mind was the hope that this new 'family' would leave her be until they decided that she was unwanted.
Carol, after receiving a short phone call from the caseworker that had inspected her home, placed the finishing touches on what was to be the girl's room.
"Tyler come here please!" Though her voice wasn't too loud, it was heard through the silence of the home.
"Coming" No much later, the teenager appeared. He was used to others coming in and out of his home; they were a part of his childhood.
"I was wondering Tyler, if you would be so kind as to take the girl-Valkyrie- with you to prank night tonight." Senior prank night was a common knowledge amongst the town's citizens.
"Thought you said she was fourteen?" Tyler was chewing on a sandwich as he said this, the wolf was constantly hungry.
"Oh I forgot to tell you!" Carol was shocked with her own actions momentarily before she continued.
"She's very smart that girl, so smart that she skipped two grades!" Tyler, faking his exuberance, to match that of his mother, widened his eyes and spoke "Wow" before turning around and returning to his video game.
"Turn that off soon they're almost here!" She could only hope that her son heard her.
She could sense that something was different about here, it was the same feeling she got when she lived with the Sinclair family in New Orleans. That had been a fun time for the most part. She'd met people who told her that her not normalness was normal there, welcomed. It was one of those same someones who made her remember things that were her but not her.
That her but not her life had been so different yet so similar to this one. She'd been a slave, her and her brother rescued by a young family that was young but not young, but somehow she'd been happy. She didn't know how to be happy in this life. The man that was her brother made her happy, and sometimes when she spent a while in a place the friends she made, made her happy. Music made her happy, and doing the not normal things made her happy.
When she was led into the big house that reminded her of a mansion, her not normalness itched at the back of her mind. It was trying to tell her something. When she saw the son, she could tell that his own not normalness called out to hers.
Her dark olive colored hand reached out to shake the woman named Carol's hand. Carol looks nice she thought. Judgy but nice.
The son looked mean she thought but then again she didn't really like men.
She didn't pay much attention to the words that the two women exchanged, instead turning her gaze to the son. Tyler was his name. She was pretty sure that he didn't exactly give two shits that she was here.
Her caseworker must have left at some point, as, the next time she began paying attention, she was being shown a feminine room with light blue walls, a bay window, and a queen sized canopy bed. It was one of the largest rooms she'd ever had, and the bed looked like the most comfortable bed the young girl had ever seen.
The headboard of the bed was pushed against the wall to her left, with the bay window on the right. A white and pink comforter donned the bed, and the light pink canopy was pulled back. There were white dressers on the wall directly across from the door, and blue pillows adorned the bay window.
"Hey, so there's this thing called senior prank night tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to go?" He said as his right hand reached up to rub across his neck halfway through.
"Sure, I guess." Her voice was quiet, and in Tyler's opinion melodious, fragile, yet fierce in its volume.
"Great, we're gonna get going in about an hour or so you can explore if you want."
Prank night in itself was fun for the girl, the thrill of doing something wrong, it made the girl hyper and adrenalyn filled at the mere prospect of being caught. Despite this however, the girl quickly grew angered when Matt Donavan triggered all of the mouse traps, but smiled again once Tyler told them to begin with the ceran wrap.
She was walking with her new brother and Caroline when it happened, head down turned towards her phone.
Then, the girl sensed it, and looked up to meet the eyes of her former sister.
The words drowned out, she couldn't hear them, they became a background noise, though the girl could see that Rebekah hadn't connected the dots yet. The girl only hoped that Rebekah would do so before the seizure came, as the aura had already arrived.
Her knees were unable to hold her weight, and she felt so heavy yet weightless at once, as Rebekah finally noticed.
The girl was in the original's arms as soon as Caroline's neck was snapped, and barely could understand the words begin said to her through the murmurs and pure white noise.
"C'mon little Val, you know Nik'll want to see you before it happens, keep those strange eyes open little one." It was true, from the little she remembered, she knew that her and Nik had been close, and that he would undoubtedly want to see her before it happened, but it was so hard, nearly too hard.
So, the girl did the hardest thing she could do, even with the medication within her system, and focused. She focused on the light bouncing from Rebekah's hurried steps, and Rebekah's words, whether she was yelling at Tyler to hurry along, or whispering in the girl's ear.
She couldn't make any of the words out at this point, but did her best to focus on the voice that had comforted her many times in the two past lives that the girl remembered.
She held out as long as she could, and it became worse when she met the depthless blue eyes of her brother and lover.
Being in his arms for the briefest time however, soothed the turmoil within the girl slightly, though she was given back to Rebekah as he turned to address someone else.
The second she touched Rebekah's arms, she met the eyes of another man, and couldn't fight it any longer.
Her body froze, a cry tore its way from her throat, and the girl was lost to the world as a seizure took over her body.
When Rebekah first saw the small girl, face obscured by her hair, face down turned towards a cellular device, her first thought was of who the girl was in relation to the latest doppelganger. But then, she smelt the familiar scent of her sister, and when she looked into her eyes, the familiar green eyes usually only seen on Bennetts, she noticed the symptoms that she'd seen more times than she'd cared to count on the young girl. The very symptoms that caused Rebekah to become a nurse in the 1900's; her sister was fighting a seizure.
She couldn't bother to recall clearly what came next, aside from her brother turning the wolf boy she'd retrieved into a hybrid, and the sight of the illustrious doppelganger. The loss of her sister's warmth from her arms, the gain of the warmth, and them finally, the freeze and stiffening of her sister's body.
She'd never seen her brother move so fast as he removed his jacket, and placed it on the ground, though his movements were in chorus with her's as she set the thrashing girl on her side, head resting on their brother's balled up jacket. Rebekah made quick and gentle work of removing all things around her sister's neck, which oddly only consisted of a set of metal headphones, and not the necklaces her sister usually loved.
As the two siblings left their younger sister on the ground, Nik took it upon himself to address his only functioning sister.
"Be a dear and take the boy elsewhere. Oh, and circle back for Valkyrie would you?" Before departing, Rebekah glanced to Elena and spoke "So this is the latest doppelganger? The original was far prettier."
Klaus however, just glared at her, as she took the wolf's arm and dragged him out of the gym.
Elena Gilbert was most definitely certain that she'd never been more confused in her life, so confused that she nearly missed Klaus' next words, "Just ignore her, petty little thing."
Too scared to approach the still seizing girl, she opted to comfort Dana, when she noticed Stefan's appearance. Though, she knew that he must have arrived just before Rebekah departed.
"Stefan..." Her words were soft, yet hopeful. Stefan however, completely ignored her, turning his attention to Klaus. It was at this point that the fear truly hit her. She truly did have no allies in here with her; Stefan a ripper; Klaus the one that wants her dead, a seizing girl, and a crying human. The doppelganger knew that if Stefan's act wasn't truly an act that though Klaus wouldn't kill her just yet, she was still in a wolf's den.
"Come to save your damsel, mate?" Would it be bad if she tried to slap the smirk off of him?
"I came to ask for your forgiveness. And pledge my loyalty." It was then that the blond girl came in, just as the other girl stopped siezing. With a gentleness Elena felt no one with any relation to Klaus should posses, the original wiped off the foam from the girl's mouth before gathering the body into her arms and disappearing at vampire speed.
Laying the now sleeping body of the girl on one of the tables in what was labeled Science Lab, she did what had become second nature to her; check her sister's body for life threatening wounds.
Rolling up the tight black sleeves of her sister's pitch black shirt, she nearly chocked when she saw the deep, still red scars beneath bandages, feared that there more yet to be uncovered. Gulping, Rebekah returned the pieces of cloth gently, right arm, left arm, before pulling the hem of the petite girl's shirt to below her bra. What she saw brought tears to her eyes, the copper skin was littered with scars and bruises. Unlike the ones on her arms, these were not symmetrical, signaling that an outside party had most likely inflicted these.
Taking an unneeded sharp breath, she unbuttoned her sister's pants, rolling them down gently, she saw matching symmetrical scars on her thighs, along with the hand shaped bruises on the petite girl's too shapely thighs and hips. Nothing life threatening, she'd let the girl tell Nik herself.
Redressing the girl after deciding that she had no wish to see anymore, she sat herself on the table in a position that gave her a view of it's three other occupants, with her sister's head in her lap. And so, she waited for Nik to tell her when they would be departing.
At some point, she moved taking an odd looking device, tapped something with the name Elena Gilbert on it, and saw the doppelganger. Wearing her necklace. It was then that the original decided things would most certainly not end well for Elena Gilbert.
Different, she thought. This was different. Usually, she would have the seizure and would just know, well not that this was normal in the first place.
The first thing she noticed was the size of everything. Alarmed, she tried to say something, but instead heard the wailing of a child. Then, she noticed a boy about ten grabbed her from what she assumed was furs, and cradled her small form to his larger one. Nikki, a voice whispered, it was her Nikki. Calming, she slowly fell asleep in her brother's arms.
Running, she was running and she'd never had anymore fun. She let out a squeal as hands encircled her waist, bringing her into a hard chest.
It was finally here. The day she'd been waiting for, for what felt like centuries. She was finally married to her Nikki. Her soulmate.
She felt the transition into a vampire, felt the change from one form to another, felt when her brother's kin had plunged a steak into her flesh. It was the first death of an original vampire, the first death of a vampire. The day that truly began her brother's spiral.
They came into the young couple's hut in the dead of night, intent on avenging their fallen brothers. They ripped her heart out, and snapped her mate's neck. But a few days old, the vampire was unable to fight off the many wolves as one pierced her heart with the white oak stake.
It continued like this for what felt like years for the girl, experiencing all of life's moments in bodies long decomposed, all lives including the Mikaelsons as at some point. The girl however, knew that not all had been revealed. Then after the centuries that she believed had passed, the memories switched to those of a life in which she was Valarie, slave to the Salvatore family.
"Daddy!" The words were squealed towards a man with black hair and blue eyes, as she squirmed in her dark skinned mother's arms.
"Yes Mr. Salvatore" She was too dark to sit at the dinner table, and so regardless of the love her father felt for her and her mother, she was condemned to serve beneath her own father's feet.
She was dressed in one of Ms. Lilly's old dresses, as she was expected to sing following dinner.
The flames licked at her skin, and the lobelia stopped her from commanding them to bend to her will. Fire. One of the only things that she had been able to control would bring her to her end. It had all started with the arrival of Ms. Pierce. She had started remembering things that she shouldn't have remembered. And then she had started doing not normal things. Emily had helped her, taught her, but she was right beside her, also weakened from the lobelia. She could only hope that she would be able to pay the favor forward and help a Bennett someday.
And so it went on, all her lives that she so much as glanced at a Mikaelson or Salvatore brother, were experienced. Every death, every birth, and everything in between. She had children in some of them, most times dieing in childbirth, in others she died due to an accident, disease, or murder, but never old age.
She woke up slowly, as she always did on a normal day, and immediately knew she was just different. She felt hyper, more so than usual, and the not normalness was there only tenfold.