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Elena stared at the woman. "Werewolf Mountain? Who're you? Why are you here? What about—"

"—the cure?" The woman pointed to the pool on the other side of the ledge. "The cure to all werewolf bites? Right there. You are searching for the cure, I presume?"

"I don't understand." Elena looked from the pool, to the woman, to Damon lying at her feet. "Who are you?"

"My name is Annora. I was born in the thirteenth century in St. Austell, England, and I was turned when I was twenty-four by the vampire Mary Porter." Annora kept her eyes fixed on Elena. "So was my sister. I think you knew her—Rose?"

"Rose." Elena repeated the name, horrified. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry about her death." Something clicked in her head. "Wait, if you two were sisters, how did she not know about the cure? Why did she die?"

Annora sighed and started pacing back and forth. "To understand, I'll have to tell you the long, tragic back story. You might as well sit down, for it's a rather long story."

"But Damon," Elena pleaded. "He's dying. He needs help right away."

"Ah, yes, Damon Salvatore." Annora prodded his leg with the tip of her shoe. "The very Damon Salvatore who killed my sister. My sister, who could've been saved had he found the knowledge to bring her to me. You really expect me to take pity on him, Elena? I know who he is. I know what he's done. And the only thing stopping me from ripping his heart out, here and now, is knowing that he is dying slowly and painfully, with the cure merely a few feet out of his grasp."

"He was trying to help Rose," Elena pleaded. "She was dying, and he only wanted to help. Please, just let him take the cure."

"Elena." Annora took a step towards her. "I see that you can't be compelled, since your vampire boyfriend Stefan's given you a vervain necklace, but that won't stop me from cutting out your tongue to stop you from talking, so I can tell you my story. For the sake of your own tongue, sit."

Elena slowly sank to the ground. "How do you know about me and Stefan? If Rose was your sister, why didn't you help her?"

"Patience." Annora walked over and knelt down, so that she was eye-level with Elena. "You'll need to hear the full story, from the very beginning.

"Rose and I were extremely close when we were younger. I was her older sister, and after our parents died I vowed to protect her forever. And forever took on a whole new meaning when we met her. Mary Porter. Rose was twenty, and I was twenty-four. Mary introduced herself to us as a runaway, and the three of us joined forces. Three young women alone in medieval London—you can imagine what happened. A mob of men caught up to us that very same night, men who we later found out were Mary's vampire henchmen. It didn't matter. By the end of the first night we'd known Mary, Rose and I were vampires."

Elena could only stare at Annora, watch the sadness that flickered in her eyes as she spoke.

"Rose and I managed as vampires. We were especially good at controlling the bloodlust, preferring to prey on woodland animals rather than humans. Rose eventually fell in love with one of Mary's henchmen, a vampire named Trevor, who stuck by her side even when Mary left England. She, Trevor, and I all settled down in a home together, and we lived, undetected by vampire hunters. You must understand, Elena, that the hunt for vampires was especially intense during the medieval years, and it was considered an incredible success to not be found out by one. We were content for years, until our lives crossed with that of Katerina Petrova's."

Here, Annora's eyes turned dark, and she practically spit out Katherine's name.

"Had I been home at the time, I would have kept Katerina under lock and key until I could turn her over to Klaus. But Rose was the one in the cottage when Trevor brought Katerina home. She showed mercy to Katerina by allowing her to drink her blood, not realizing that she was giving Katerina a chance to turn herself into a vampire. And when Katerina did turn, and was no longer the doppelganger Klaus required for his sacrifice, Rose knew she and Trevor were to blame. My sister fled that very night, and I never saw her again."

Annora's voice was bitter, and Elena could hear the sorrow flooding through with her words.

"After Rose and Trevor left, I knew I had to go as well. There was no way of convincing Klaus that I hadn't been a part of Rose's actions, and he would kill me if he found me. There was nowhere in Europe that I could hide, so I fled to the New World, not knowing what to expect. I did not expect an eradicated village of vampires, the village Klaus and his family had once been part of, and I certainly did not expect werewolves to be running rampant. They were impossible to avoid, and that was when I got the bite."

"You were bitten?" Elena stared at her. "So how did you find the waterfall?"

"You misunderstand me, Elena. I created the waterfall." Annora gestured at the flowing pool of water. "After I was bitten, I knew I was going to die. I couldn't have that, I wasn't ready to die. So I sought out the witch Ayana. Ayana took me to this mountain, the mountain she called Wahyah Odalv, or Werewolf Mountain. She placed a spell on the pool of water, and gave it the power to cure werewolf bites. But you see, witches are all about balances in nature, and Ayana's gift came with a price.

"As the first vampire to drink from the pool, I was cursed by Ayana's spell. The curse forces me to drink from this pool, once a day, or else I will die. That is why I do not leave this place, Elena, or risk not being able to make it back in time for my drink. As I result, I employ henchmen—vampires who I allow to be cured, so in return they do my dirty work. When I received news from one of my men that my sister had been bitten, I gave him word to bring her to this mountain. Unfortunately, he could not make it to her in time, and she died at Damon's hands."

"Wait. You said vampires you allow to be cured. Why do they need your permission? Can't they just drink if they want to?"

"Elena, this waterfall belongs to me." Annora smirked at her. "I alone know the only way a vampire can be cured by its waters. It is much more complicated than just taking a drink of the water. You see, none of the other vampires were smart enough to figure out the solution, and as a result they died atop this mountain and were unable to spread word of the waterfall. In fact, the reason I have allowed you and your Salvatore friend to live is because I would like to know how you two came across the solution."

"What solution?" Elena looked at her, confused.

"Do not play dumb with me!" Annora snapped. "I ask you again: who told you of the solution? Why did you come along?"

"I don't know what you're talking about! I only came with Damon because he wasn't strong enough to make the trip on his own, and I want to save him as much as he wants to save himself."

"Coincidence, then." Annora began pacing again. "But I do not believe that for a second."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"No other vampire, in the five hundred years I have lived here, has brought a human companion with him or her. That is their downfall. You see, the water here may only be touched by a human—and me, of course. A human being must scoop the water from the pool and allow the vampire to drink from it. Otherwise, the vampire finds himself unable to even come within a foot of the pool. Ayana made quite sure of that."

"So you're saying," Elena said, trying to keep up, "that if I hadn't come along, Damon wouldn't have been able to take the cure, and he would have died?"

"That is exactly what I am saying, Elena." Annora's eyes flashed. "And that is exactly why you must die."

I finally got to write Annora's story! :D That's basically the moment I've been waiting for this entire time. That and Delenaaa... I wrote the story as accurately as possible, even using TVD Wiki :) hope you guys enjoy! xox