HELLO LOVELY READERS! I'm so sorry it's been centuries since my last update. My life has been hectic and stressful but I finally found a moment to add another chapter. :) This is the second half of the episode 'Katerina'. ENJOY!

Amen omen,will I see your face again?
Amen omen,can I find the place within
To live my life without you?
-Amen Omen, Ben Harper

IN. Out. In. Out. Breathe and concentrate Maggie told herself. Keeping her eyes closed she focused on her sleeping pillow and imagined it floating above the bed. Taking a few more breaths, she opened both of her eyes.

Her light green eyes grew wide as she looked at her sleeping pillow levitating a couple of inches off her bed. A smile spread across her lips as she resisted the urge to jump up and down in excitement. She had gotten her pillow to float midair. Granted it was only a few inches but it was floating none the less.

Maggie brought a hand to her mouth to cover her smile as if that would keep the happiness from spilling out of her as her pillow rose a few more inches. She was doing it. She was using her magic.

"Mags," Damon knocked once before he opened her bedroom door.

The pillow fell back to the bed as she turned quickly to look at Damon, the smile gone from her face. She watched as Damon's icy eyes looked around the room, as if to see if anything was out of the ordinary, before they fell back onto her.

She offered him a small smile.

"You okay?" Damon asked.

Maggie nodded. After staring at him for a second she could see that he was worried. Damon couldn't hide any of his emotions from Maggie no matter how hard he tried. His eyes always gave him away.

She took a step toward him and waited until his eyes focused on her before she mouthed to him. "Don't worry. We'll find away to break Elena's doppelganger curse."

He burrowed his brows together and shook his head. "Don't count yourself out yet, Fitzpatrick. We're working on breaking your curse too."

Maggie nodded. She knew they wouldn't have any information on the curse. Katherine didn't really know much and the only person who truly did was Elijah. But he wouldn't be much help to them anymore. The thought of him staked brought a sharp pain to Maggie and she shook her head of the thoughts. Looking up at the Salvatore vampire she offered him a small smile. She couldn't let him know what was truly inside her. It would drive him mad.

As Maggie went to walking past him, Damon wrapped his hand around her left wrist gently, forcing her to stop and look up at him.

"I do care about you, Maggie," Damon turned so his eyes met hers. "Always will. You know that, right?"

She nodded. "I know, Damon."

But as she left her room and Damon behind a part of her couldn't help but to doubt his words.

Maggie had been making her way into the kitchen when she heard the sounds of soft sniffles like someone had been crying. Curious she followed them and she came to a stop when she found Rose sitting with her face in her hands, crying.

Her mind flashed back to when Elijah had decapitated Trevor and the cries of pain that Rose had released. She felt bad for Rose, loosing him the way she did. It seemed that they had been close to one another for some time.

Unable to stop herself and because she was a caring person, Maggie approached Rose slowly before she placed a comforting hand on the top of her back and began to rub her hand slowly from left to right.

Rose looked up at Maggie, "Thank you." Her voice was a bit cracked.

Maggie offered her a kind smile of understanding in return.

"Alright Rose bud I want some answers," Damon entered.

Rose jumped away from Maggie's touch as the mute girl shook her head at Damon and moved away from the room and continued on her way to the kitchen. She was sure that whatever Damon learned she would come and tell her. Not like she had anywhere that she had to be.

Maggie had been sitting on the island counter, swinging her legs back and forth, as she sipped her bottle of water, for a few minutes before Damon came walking in.

"Rose and I are going to visit a friend of hers who can tell us more about Klaus."

Maggie nodded.

"Keep your phone on so I can text you," He placed his hand on the top of her knee stilling her right leg from swinging. "Be careful, Mags."

She nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

An hour had passed since Damon and Rose had left leaving Maggie to have the boarding house to herself. And for the past hour she had been wandering around with emotions swirling all through her.

She stared down at her hands that she held out in front of her. She could feel her magic, feel her power inside of her but she just couldn't get a hold of it. Whenever she did grasp a little bit of the power it would slip through her fingers. It was frustrating her beyond belief.

As Maggie went to walk back into the living room she came to a stop in the hallway. She felt a strange sensation shoot through her. Like she wasn't alone and someone was watching her. What was strange was that she didn't feel threatened by it. Turning to her left she looked at the front door with a stare, that it was as if she were staring through the thick wood.

She approached the front door with slow steady steps. When she reached it she held up her left hand to the door and laid her palm flat against it. Maggie didn't know why but she leaned her forehead against the door and stood there for a few minutes.

She didn't open the front door.

"We'll be home soon. Everything good there?"- Damon

Maggie quickly responded to his text and then slid her phone back in her pocket. Biting her lip, she shook her head and decided that she needed to get of the house for awhile and made her way to the nearby woods. She figured that she could clear her mind there.

Maggie didn't know how long she had been walking through the woods for and she didn't really care. Tears of frustration had welled up in her eyes and had begun to run down her cheeks. Some of the tears were for Elijah has well. When had her life gotten so complicated?

The familiar sensation from earlier at the boarding house came over her and Maggie spun around, dropping the twig that she had been holding in her hands, to the forest floor.

"Hello Maggie," Elijah's voice was soft.

For a moment Maggie had forgotten how to breathe. Didn't Damon stake him? She had seen it. She was positive. So how was he standing here?

"It will take more than a coat rack to kill me," Elijah smiled softly. And then his oak colored eyes took in her appearance. His eyebrows burrowed together as he looked at her. "You shed tears for me?"

Maggie nodded slowly and she wanted to laugh at the shock expression the original's face but couldn't.

"W-why?" Maggie shook her head and swallowed the lump in her throat. Then she looked back at him. "Why did you come back to Mystic Falls?" Surely he knew Damon would kill him.

"Once long ago I left you alone," Elijah said. "I promised that when I found you again that I wouldn't leave you."

Maggie knew he was talking about her past self. About Noreen and how she went mad and eventually died alone. Without him. But she also knew that he was talking about her. She knew that he had been watching over her for some time now. And she had a feeling he had been watching over her for some time.

"I am here for you, Maggie," Elijah looked at her. "In any way that you need me. I'm at your service. I am here for you."

And she knew that. She didn't doubt him at all.

Maggie walked toward the original vampire until she was directly in front of him. She then leaned up on her toes and placed her hands gently on either side of his face and pulled him closer to her, bringing his lips to meet hers. Elijah's hands cupped her face and neck gently.

Neither one of them noticing that the twig that Maggie had dropped to the ground was now a rose.

When Maggie returned to the boarding house some time later she practically ran to her room and quickly closed the door. A smile had been on her face the entire time and her heart was skipping beats. Maggie felt like a giddy school girl but she couldn't help it. Kissing Elijah felt so right to her. It was if something just clicked for her when their lips met.

She was in such a good mood that she sat in front of her wooden chest and began to look through it again. But this time she wasn't looking for anything in particular but at all the things that she, as Noreen, had placed inside.

But just as quickly the smile appeared on her face it disappeared. Maggie's hand stilled over an old photograph of one her relatives from the early 1900s. Holding the photo between her fingers her heart stopped.

There in the photograph from the early 1900s was her great-great-great grandmother. And beside her was Damon.

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