When I woke up the next day I walk out of the room into the kitchen and sit down at the table, place my head on it and let out a content sigh. They have a pretty nice table too. However, it is not soft. I wish it was soft.

I hear someone clear their throat, looking up I see Mr. Martin looking at me with a raised eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Moving my sleep place. I claim this table for at least the next few minutes." I say as a yawn slips out and I lay my head back down.

He lets out a sigh. "I'll get some breakfast made."

"Yum." I mutter happily and I hear a chuckle behind me, most likely Luka from the sounds of it.

I hear him sit down at the table beside me. "Didn't you get sleep enough yesterday Elena?" Luka asks me in amusement.

"Eh, I'm preserving my energy. Do I get a change of clothes by the way?" I ask him as I lift my head up with a frown. "It's just, it's been like two days now—"

That and I'm not just going to walk around in only my underwear or naked. I just think that would make them just as uncomfortable as it would me. I could perhaps kidnap a pair of Luka's pants, they might be a little too loose around my hips though.

The Martin's glance at each other before Jonas says hesitantly. "My uh, my daughters clothes are in the closet of your room. You can - you can wear some of it, if it fits."

"Thank you!" I say energetically as I bounce to my feet.

Going to the room I awkwardly look inside of her closet, grabbing a simple pair of jeans, after taking mine off and checking Elena Gilbert's size.

Number two on the list of reasons why by being a kitten would be so much nicer. I wouldn't feel like I was peeping in on a stranger. Awkward.

Luckily our sizes are a match, so I grab a simple shirt, sweater, pants and any necessities that I need. Like my unmentionable stuff. Next up, a very awkward shower to be had.

I never thought that I would end up having to shower as a stranger to my own body. Talk about uncomfortable. When I'm done and back in the kitchen Luka has already left for school, sitting down on the couch I stretch my legs out and close my eyes. You can never have too many naps after all. When I got bored of napping I grabbed one of the Grimores they have scattered around and started flipping through the pages curiously.

"Yup, that's not in my language." I mutter with a sigh, before then shrugging and finding an empty notebook to take - yes, to take notes.

Humming to myself I copy the text down carefully. It gives me something to do.

"What do you think you're doing?" I hear Jonas ask me causing my head to snap up in surprise.

"I'm bored. So, I'm copying it down." I tell him with a frown. "Otherwise I'm going to do something just to entertain myself."

Like get drunk or bake, perhaps 'escape' just so that I don't feel so bored.

Jonas raises an eyebrow at me and sits down looking quite bored himself. "I don't know. I'm bored. I would make a run for the door if my mind isn't simulated. Or bake, maybe I would attempt to organize your books first, then clean your apartment really good and . ."

"Yeah." He says with a slightly amused smile as he shakes his head."I get it kid. You get bored easy."

"And I love naps. But I can't nap all day." I tell him with a shrug.

That and I'm mid twenties, definitely not a 'kid' but that's personal and everything. I can't just pop out and be like 'Aye, I died and now I'm kinda residing here. Wanna hang?' To be fair that would probably get me killed quite quickly actually. Perhaps I will try that if I get bored enough.

Those travel people can body borrow/steal, so perhaps they know what happened to Elena's inner self? Or maybe she accidentally got killed and since I died we just kinda switched? But, that doesn't make lots of sense either, for one thing. .separate universes and all that madness.

"Elena." I hear a voice say as Jonas' fingers snap in front of my face. "Are you okay? You completely zoned out there."

"Yeah. I'm fine, I was just thinking is all."

"Really?" He asks me skeptically. "Should I get Elijah? Maybe he could help."

"He's going to hand me over to be sacrificed. I don't think my well-being is actually up there for him, except in the sense of 'keep the blood baggy/kitty kats double safeyish!' So, forgive me if I call that suggestion bullshit." I say with a chuckle of amusement.

"And here I was under the impression that you didn't care if you lived or died. . Miss Gilbert." I hear Elijah say from the door as he moves to sit at the table with us.

I shrug. "Just because it's not a priority to me if I live doesn't mean that I don't have standards. Have you called dear Klausy yet Eli?"

"I have been researching you." He says stiffly as he flicks imaginary lint from his fancy dancy suity! "And it seems that the Salvatore brothers are adamantly searching for you. . Along with your friends and family."

Leaning back in the chair I watch him carefully and raise an eyebrow. "And? How is your recon mission going dear?"

"And." He adds darkly as he looks at me with narrowed suspicious eyes. "Me, nor my family will be taken for a fool again, Miss Gilbert."

I let out a snort and then a slight laugh just as he growls at me in response.

"Oh bravo Eli. Seriously? Are you for real?" I ask him with a giggle, covering my mouth in amusement. "What exactly do you believe my master plan is then hum? Blow up the apartment perhaps? Make a steak? Garden the neighbors plants?"

Actually, arson does sound quiet fun to me at the moment. Just saying.

"No, but I imagine that you are playing me for a fool."

"Ahh." I say with a frown and I put my hand under my chin to consider it. Then I shrug. I am one for trying to exceed expectations after all. "Cool, I could totally do that."

"Excuse me?" Elijah says flatly as he tries to stare me down, his arms crossed tightly over his suited chest.

I raise an eyebrow at him again and then put my finger to my lips. "Shhhh, Mr. Original. I'm trying to find out what to fool you about. Kay? It's complicated when between you and I, your sense of humor is practically nonexistent and I am so easily entertained."

A moment of silence passes as he looks at me annoyed.

"Can I call Klaus, Klaus?" I ask him curiously as I look at him excitedly.

Elijah blinks and lets out a sigh as he rubs his hands against his temples. With a growl he answers. "No, you may not."

"Even if it's to pretend that I'm from a Phone Sex company and he missed his appointment."

Silence again as Elijah just looks at me, his face remains impassive as he watches me.

"You wouldn't." He reply's stiffly as he shakes his head. "He would be.."

I pout and before I can retort or interrupt him Luka walks into the apartment with a small smile on his face.

"I meet the Bennett witch." He announces easily as he seats himself beside me while placing his school bag on the floor.

"And?" Elijah asks him curiously as Jonas nods along, as if our previous conversation never occurred.

"And she's practically untrained from what I can tell."

"That's because she's had no one to train her properly." I tell him with a frown, it's sad really. I adored Sheila Bennett in the show. "Maybe you could get her on your side. Convince her that I'm like possessed or something and the only way to safe me is to have Klausy Wausy do his ritual mombo jumbo and kill me.l

"Are you trying to plan your own death gal?" Luka asks me with a confused look, his face slightly concerned as Jonas shrugs and Elijah raises an eyebrow. "Because that's not healthy."

"Personally" I tell him with an excited grin. "I would like to be reborn as a kitten next time!"

Silence . . . Complete and utter silence. I love it.

However, it unfortunately did not last.

"NEXT TIME?" They ask with variations of disbelief.

I nod, doing my best to keep my face straight so that I don't chuckle. "Yeah, I'm not sure how it happened the first time either. ."

"She's lying." Elijah says as he watches my face closely. "She's a doppelgänger." Then he stands and turns to Jonas. "Don't let her leave and Luka, keep a watch on the Bennett but keep engagements to a minimum."

"Can I go swimming?" I ask Elijah curiously before he leaves.

He freezes and turns to me with a frown. "No."

"You can swim with me?" I suggest with a wide happy grin.

"No. I don't trust you."

I nod in agreement. "Good, cause I don't trust you either. Smart old man. I'll ask you again tomorrow."

And I will ask him, about swimming and calling Klaus. There is no way that I'm staying cooped up in an apartment for a month or four just waiting for death. I like to keep busy. .or just nap out somewhere.

If I have to then I'll just pick pocket Eli's phone and call Mr. Wolfy Wolf myself. Even as Elijah possibly and potentially ends up trying to kill me for doing so.