Disclaimer: I do not own the vampire diaries.

01

Being reborn sucks.


"Shut up." Alex muttered as she rolled her eyes, skipping the first 20 seconds of the episode she was currently watching. She'd been staring at her laptop screen for hours now, she had no need for a recap in every single episode.

She knew what was happening.

A thunder echoed in the distance before a lightning illuminated her dark room in a bluish light for a few seconds. The rain intensified, the droplets of water pouring violently against the only window in her room. Another thunder rumbled and Alex could faintly hear her roommate shriek in horror as he dropped something heavy on the floor.

Alex removed one of her earphones and yelled, "Manny, you okay bud?"

After a few seconds of silence he answered in a defeated voice from the kitchen, "Yeah, I just dropped a stupid pan on my foot."

Alex winced, wiggling her own toes under her covers. 'That must've hurt.' She thought, returning back to her show.

She shoved a handful of caramel popcorn in her mouth as she adjusted the pillow supporting her neck, almost knocking her laptop in the process.

"Crap!" She cursed, reaching the device just in time before it fell from her lap and into her wooden floor.

She couldn't afford to destroy her laptop without seriously affecting her finances. Maybe she should buy a fluffy rug just in case.

Living alone sucked, but at least she had the freedom to binge watch her favourite show without the judgemental comments of her family.

Involuntarily, her head had begun to show her flashes of their previous interaction. Not wanting to sour her mood with thoughts of her lovely family, Alex shook her head before returning her attention back to the laptop.

She let out a dreamy sigh when Damon's face appeared on the screen, declaring his love for Elena. Honestly, Alex didn't blame the girl for being confused and wanting both brothers. Heck, she might have done the same if she was in her situation... if she was a bolder girl, of course. Her chances of being the romantic interest of immortal beings had ended as soon as she graduated high school if all of the books she read about it were right.

Damn you, Stephanie Meyers for not thinking that college girls also wanted to be loved by fairy-tales monsters.

Why couldn't someone write a Y/A novel about a broke college girl that ends up falling in love with a Halloween creature, (who was also a millionaire) and live happily ever after. Was it too much to ask for?

'Maybe I should write it myself... Watch out Stephanie Meyers! I'm stealing your spotlight!'

As soon as she got out of her writer's block of course.

For now, she was content with watching Elena struggle to decide between the vampire brothers, ignoring how heavy her eyelids felt in favour of keeping her attention on the show.

She stifled a yawn, eyes closing momentarily as she relished on the softness of her knitted blanket. That was all she needed to succumb to her tiredness. Soon, her eyelids dropped closed, taking her to a world of darkness as she fell asleep with her laptop still on her lap, the show still running.


(...)

Alex felt lighter, like she was floating in the air. It took her exactly 5 seconds to realise what was happening. She was floating in the air, quite literally, above her still body.

'Fuck!' She cursed, starting to float away from her bed.

Frantically, she kicked her legs in the air to propel herself closer, moving her arms around as if she were swimming, coming face to face with herself. Her fingers dug in her blanket, between the spaces in the purple yarn. With growing fear, she looked down.

The steady rise and fall of her chest appeased her increasing panic at the mere thought of being dead.

'If I'm not dead... What the fuck is happening...'

The answer came to her moments later, in the form of a long forgotten memory. Months ago, during a lunch date with her best friend, Annie, the girl had retold her nightmarish experience during a failed astral projection. Her friend's expression was contorted with fear as she told Alex about the shadows figure lurking in the corners of her bedroom.

Alex's head whipped around, making sure that she was indeed completely alone. To her relief, she was. Calmed by the possible explanation she had come out with, she stared back at herself unsure on how to end this madness. Annie had never told her how she had gotten out, so Alex was on her own as she tried to figure out the best approach.

Without many options, she opted to 'enter' her body by jumping on it, only to end up in the apartment below hers, where despite the darkness, she was able to tell what was happening thanks to the creaking sound of her neighbour's bed.

'Eww!' She thought with disgust as a moan filled the air, 'I'm never going to be able to meet my neighbour's gaze in the elevator ever again.'

Flustered, she made her way up in a haste and before she knew it, she was back to her previous position. Grasping her blanket once again, Alex dragged herself down into her bed, in a sitting position next to her sleeping body.

This whole astral projection thingy could be very useful to help her study for her finals. Of course, she'll have to figure out how it worked but she was a persistent girl when she wanted it to be.

'Hah! I could sleep and review my notes at the same time!'

The temptation of leaving the safety of her room to explore the world around her crept into her head as the time passed. Luckily, her common sense won the battle. It wasn't safe nor smart to leave when she couldn't even move around her own room without floating away. Her decision was taken.

With nothing else to do but wait, Alex decided to just continue watching her vampire marathon as she waited to wake up.

The clock on her nightstand read 2:47 am. Alex had a few more hours before her alarm started to ring. Suppressing a sigh, she stared at the screen again when an idea suddenly struck her. Giving in to her childish idea and glad no one was around to see her, Alex closed her eyes and clasped her hands together before diving into the screen.

She giggled as she did so, 'Wait for me Klaus! I'm coming, darling!'

Her excitement was short lived and soon, her happy giggles died down as she opened her eyes. She saw nothing but an infinite darkness that engulfed her. Panic bubbled within her as she tried to backtrack in her steps to no avail. Alex had no idea which way she came from.

She couldn't see or feel anything. She tried to take a deep breath to calm herself, only to start choking as her lungs burned with the action.

A pained cry left her lips, loud enough to make her ears ring at the sound. Off in the distance she saw a light appear, bright and filled with hope. Alex reached for it, arms extended towards it.

She was still crying when her vision cleared and she coughed roughly as her lungs filled with oxygen. Between sobs she tried to take a look around the area when an unknown face blocked her gaze.

'A doctor?' She was quick to the conclusion thanks to his attire. Half of his face was covered by a surgical mask, but Alex was able to see the way his eyes glistened as he looked down at her, an obvious smile forming underneath the mask.

Then, he spoke, looking somewhere behind her, "She's a tough one, Miranda." He said, starting to walk and Alex noticed then, that he was holding her. "Come look at your little girl."

He lowered her into the arms of the woman, Miranda, who looked like she had been through hell. Her makeup was smudged, black tears lines evident under her red rimmed eyes as she held Alex with the tenderness of a mother.

"Hello," the woman said in a shaky voice as her lips trembled with grief, "You gave us quite the scare." She whispered, pressing a kiss on Alex's forehead, "She's perfect."

Another man chided in, reaching to pat her head, "She's a beauty." He complimented Alex, a fond look on his face, he turned to the woman, "What should we name her?" He inquired, amused, "I know we agreed for Alexander, but given the circumstances," he looked at her, still amused and Alex frowned at him.

She opened her mouth to tell him she already had a name but an unintelligible babble came out instead, fulling their amusement.

Miranda mirrored his expression, "Well, Alexander William Gilbert wouldn't do for our little girl."

The man nodded, "She doesn't strike me as a William." He joked, "How about Alexandra? That way uncle Alexander is still honoured." He suggested.

Miranda hummed in approval, a smile still adorning her lips, "And for her second name? My father was looking forward to having a baby named after him."

"Willow," he said simply, "Alexandra Willow Gilbert. How does that sound?"

Alex wanted to yell at them to stop talking as if she weren't there but the cold realisation of her situation quickly sunk it.

'Gilbert?... Miranda and Grayson...' Surely this couldn't be, the possibility of it was nonexistence, and yet, deep down, she knew the truth. She'd seen their faces not long ago on her laptop's screen!

She was a baby again, and not any baby, she was the daughter of Grayson and Miranda. Elena's and Jeremy's parents and a bunch of fictional characters.

Dread bubbled at the pit of her stomach and she had the need to throw up to ease it. Having nothing in her stomach to do so, she settled to release her inner agony with a cry. It ripped from her throat like a pained wail that unsettled the new parents. Their concerned expressions quickly transformed into horror as their baby girl started flushing red with her anguish before the lack of oxygen turned her bluish.

She was still crying, grief and sorrow weighing on her tiny body like a thousand pounds when Miranda started to cry as well, her hand rubbing circles in Alex's back to calm her.

Miranda's face twisted with fear, her black tears fell freely down her face as she attempted to soothe her crying daughter.

Guilt gnawed at her insides, threatening to swallow her alive if she didn't stop her tantrum. Her body was still racking with the sobs and hiccups that Alex couldn't fully stop when a nurse came by to retrieve her.

Reluctantly, Miranda handed her over, worried still etched on her features, "Is she going to be okay?" She asked and Alex was swayed by another wave of guilt that finally shut her up.

Grayson held his wife's hand for support but his focus was on his daughter, his expression mirrored his wife's perfectly, "Is this normal?" He inquired unable to hide his nerves.

The nurse gave them a sympathetic smile and nodded, though she looked a bit uncertain, "She's a special case. Not all stillborn are as lucky as her..." She trailed off, glancing down at the baby with amazement before clearing her throat, "I must take her to the ward." she informed them, adjusting her hold.

Grayson nodded, squeezing Miranda's hand for comfort as she whimpered by his side, "Is she going to be okay?" He asked again, his tone full of hope.

"Yes, there's nothing to worry about, Dr. Gilbert. Your baby girl is a warrior, she'll be fine." The nurse reassured them before they turned to leave, Alex's previous outburst now forgotten as they exited the delivery room, behind them, Miranda started sobbing in her husband's arms and once again the newborn was filled with guilt.


(...)

When the initial shock wears off days later and Alex is sure she isn't dreaming, she tried to fall asleep with the hope of returning to her old body.

Although she wasn't sure that it would work since she didn't have her laptop to act as a portal, she still tried. She did end up back in her old world though, just in time to see her body in a casket being lowered into a hole. A faint line of what appears to be a red thread is her only connection to her body and little by little Alex can see how it's starting to fade away.

Her parents stood by the casket's side, both crying as they watched their only child being buried.

Alex floated to their side, her ghostly hands went through them when she tried to hug them, and with a pained heart, she settled to keep them company instead.

She glanced around, not sure of what she was looking for when Annie's shocked gaze crossed hers. A hand flew to her friend's mouth as she stifled a sob.

Alex was by her side in the blink of an eye, desperate, "Can you see me?" She asked, and Annie nodded weakly before she started to walk away. She followed her quietly, mindful of the growing distance, "Annie, what happened? How did I die?- How can you see me?- Answer me, damn it!"

Her hands shook Annie tightly and Alex was surprised to find that she could touch her at all. She could even feel the warm radiating from her body.

Annie's eyes closed as she drew a sharp breath to gather her thoughts, she gulped loudly, "You died in your sleep." She said bluntly, opening her watering eyes to face her, "The paramedics said your heart just stopped beating- what did you do?!" She asked, fearful of the answer.

Alex gulped, dropping her hold as she processed the information. She now knows that ghosts are capable of crying as she does exactly that, "I was asleep and suddenly I was floating in the air..."

"A soul projection." Annie cut her off, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, "You shouldn't have died just by doing that. It's unusual, Alex. Tell me, what did you do exactly?" Her tone is firm as her brows knitted together in deep thought.

Alex was full of embarrassment as she retold her tale about being reborn into a fictional world and luckily, Annie believed her.

She hummed, "You migrated your soul to an empty vessel," she explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, before her expression softened, "You no longer belong here." Her voice was barely above a whisper but Alex still heard her.

Alex's lip trembled, shaking her head, "But couldn't I just return to my old body? Isn't that an empty vessel as well?"

Her friend shook her head regretfully, "No, Alex. It's been too long, the link is broken. I'm sorry, honey."

'The link?... Could it be the red thread I saw?'

She dropped to her knees, pressing her forehead against the grass, she mumbled, "What now? Am I supposed to live in a fictional world where vampires and werewolves are real?!" She spat, looking up to Annie in search of an answer.

The blonde smiled sadly, kneeling by her side she gave Alex a last hug, "Give Elijah a kiss from me, will ya?" She requested in a joking tone and despite herself, Alex laughed agreeing with a nod, "Make sure to find the witches." She said, now serious.

Alex's frown deepened, "The witches? Why?"

Annie rolled her eyes, a smile still on her lips, "Remember I always said I felt something special in you?" She asked and Alex nodded, still confused, "Well, I can sense the magic in you now. Is stronger than before, I suppose your little inter-dimensional travelling is to blame for that."

She was speechless for a moment, taken aback by how naturally Annie was taking all of this, "Magic?" She repeated at last, dumbfounded, "Me?" She pointed a finger at her chest, "You're kidding, right?"

Annie snorted, "Somehow you managed to transport your soul to a fictional world and you find the fact that you have magic unbelievable?"

She shrugged, "I'm still in shock, let me be." She defended herself before she felt a strange tug in her gut. Wide brown eyes turn to Annie for an answer, "What is happening?"

Her friend's eyes glinted with tears, "Is time for you to go." She hugged her again, tighter than before, "I love you, Alex. Thank you for being my best friend. Please don't forget to kiss Kol as well on my behalf."

Alex was a mess as she returned the hug. The tug grew in intensity and pulled her away unwillingly, "I love you too!" She yelled as her body started to disappear, "Tell my parents I forgive them, please," she begged, "Tell them I'm sorry and that I love them."

Annie was just as much of a mess as she is, "I will. You can go now. It's okay, we'll be okay." She assured her before her vision turned black.

Alex jolted awake, eyes wet with tears. It took her a moment to realise she was back in her crib, back in Mystic Falls.

Grayson's face appeared out of nowhere and he reached down to pick her up, "Did my little princess had a nightmare?" He asked and her head buried in the crook of his neck to muffled her sobs, "It's okay. It's going to be okay."

His words made her cry harder as she mourned the loss of a life she never got to enjoy before it was ripped away by her own hand no less.

'This is the last time I cry about it.' She promised herself, sniffing loudly to stop her sobs. 'The last time. Never again.'


(...)

Months later after her abrupt and unplanned arrival to this world, Alex was still adjusting to her life as a baby. It was infuriating to her how she depended on her parents to do everything for her. After living on her own as soon as she graduated high school in her old life, it was safe to say she wasn't used to depending on someone else for help. Let alone having parents that actually cared for her.

It was baffling really, how different they treated her, like she was the most precious thing in the world. They loved her, there was no doubt of that and Alex felt so awful about knowing their future fate that she was starting to think about interfering.

At first, she was firm on her decision of not meddling with the plot, at all. To sit still like a mere bystander as Elena tried to solve her supernatural problems on her own, but then, her parents would smile at her and her resolve would crumble.

How could she do nothing when they loved her this much? She had no other choice but to return their affection just as eagerly, the memories of her old parents neglect faded away each passing day under the loving care of the Gilbert's.


Her dad was holding her with one arm as he moved around the kitchen trying to find his cup as the tea kettle whistled from its spot on the stove, "Damn it," he whispered and Alex giggled at him. His brows raised to his hairline at the sound, an amused smirk on his lips, "Don't tell your mother I say that."

'My lips are sealed!'

Alex giggled again, hiding her face on his chest, the musky smell of his cologne tingled her nose and she felt a sneeze coming when someone knocked on the door, their eyes fell on the door as her mother walked down the stairs, absentmindedly fixing her earring, she opened the door.

Isobel Flemmings stood on their doorway, one hand resting on her rounded belly. She looked worse for wear, pale and sunken in an unhealthy way that drew the concern of her father as he rushed to the door.

Isobel swallowed visibly, "John told me you could help me." Her voice was rough, almost pleading as she stared at her parents as if they were her salvation.

Miranda blinked away her stupor, glancing down at her belly before she met Isobel's teary gaze, "Ah, yes. He told us about you. Please, come in." She stepped aside to invite the teen inside their home as her father stepped out to help her carry her things.

Alex scrutinised the girl with keen eyes, pleased to find that she flinched under her baby glare. Good.

Under the closeness provided by the brief moment her father passed by Isobel's side, Alex felt a tug of sympathy for the young girl despite her earlier reservations. At this very moment, Isobel was nothing but a girl, a heavily pregnant girl that had nowhere to go and no one to trust. The bluish circles under her eyes and the permanent tiredness that clouded her vision weighed her down like a ton of bricks and served as proof of her hardships.

Though she knew it was unfair to treat her like that as she had not done any of the awful things she was known for, Alex couldn't help herself. She wondered then, if she would be treating the other antagonist the same way if she were to meet them. Probably not, but at least she was honest about it.

Isobel was Elena's mother, whether she acknowledged it or not, she was still her flesh and blood and she had done nothing but cause her anguish for her own selfish reason. Needless to say, she wasn't high up in Alex's list of favourite people.

Isobel was still standing by the door, body angled to the side to give Grayson enough space to pass through with her things. Miranda noticed her hesitation and waited for her husband and daughter to step back inside before offering Isobel a encouraging smile.

As if realising she'd been standing still like a statue, Isobel returned the smile with one of her own though it looked more like a grimace as she let her nerves get the best of her. The girl bit her lip in contemplation, dropping her hand from her belly; she finally gave herself the last push to enter the Gilbert's house.

Isobel's eyes darted around the place, taking in every little detail of the house. From the perfectly polished wooden floor, the modern kitchen area and the fancy matching furniture set, there was no spot she didn't study with curiosity and a bit of envy. The Gilbert's were loaded and they would be able to provide for the baby with no problem, and for once she was glad she had listened to John's advice and let him convince her to come here. The baby growing inside of her would have a good life full of the comforts she never enjoyed for herself.

Of course, it all depended if they agreed to it first.

Miranda guided the girl to the living room and offered her a cup of tea as Grayson went up the stairs, Alex still on his arm, to deposit her luggage in the guest room. He set it down on the bed before he made his way downstairs where both women were sharing a cup of tea as they spoke quietly, voices barely above a whisper, as if they didn't want anyone else to hear the sensitive topic of their conversation.

Miranda's brows were creased as she listened to Isobel terms for the adoption. They were not to speak about her to the baby and once she signed her parental rights away, they were not to contact her in any way under any circumstances. The baby was their responsibility and theirs alone.

Grayson's grip around Alex tightened protectively, as an unknown emotion crossed over his features. His lips pursed as he turned to his wife, a silent message was communicated with their eyes and they both nodded. "We agree to your terms. You may stay with us until the birth of the baby." Grayson said, "As for the money-"

Isobel cut him off, "I want $2.000." She demanded, licking her lips, before she sat straighter, confident, "No more, no less."

Another look was shared between her parents, "Alright, Miss..."

"Peterson. Isobel Peterson."

'Liar.'

"Very well, Miss Peterson. We agree to your terms."


(...)

True to her word, Isobel vanished a day after Elena's birth. Leaving nothing but the dust under her shoes to remember her by as she went on to live her best live until she decided that wasn't good enough for her either and turned into a bloodthirsty heartless bitch that had no qualms on traumatising her husband and selling her daughter to an ancient hybrid-

Yes, Alex was a little bitter. She wasn't fond of bad parents. She already had her fair share of them, thank you very much.

Elena's miraculous birth had been the topic of gossip amongst the Gilbert's friends and townspeople who knew them, if not personally, then by name. Being part of the founding families had it downfalls, the most common being that everyone knew about you and what you did even before you knew it yourself so it came to no surprise that everyone was shocked when they announced the birth of their second daughter, an early baby that had been born only 7 months after the birth of their eldest. Of course, that had been a lie to cover the time discrepancies between the two pregnancies.

'We had no idea! One day Miranda just started to feel sick and before we knew it, Elena came to our lives.' Grayson had said as many times as he had to for them to accept his words as the truth. The birth certificate and the ultrasound really sold their lie.

No one could question their perfectly constructed lie.

No one but their eldest daughter.

On the bright side, Alex had a sister now. She never had siblings before so she was a little excited for the new dynamic until little Elena decided it was okay to rupture Alex's eardrums at 1 am because she was hungry. The fact that they shared a room only made it worse.

She felt bad for her parents as well. Alex had ruined their perception of newborn babies by being the embodiment of perfect behaviour during her firsts months of life. They had probably accepted Isobel's demands under the misconception that babies were easy to deal with. Alex had once heard them talk about how most baby books had lied to them because parenting was easy.

Yeah, right. Of course parenting was easy when the soul of a 21 years old girl inhabited the body of the baby, but whatever.

She felt bad for misleading them about the reality of paternity, but it was too late to change it even if she wanted it to. She didn't want to act like a baby, she was already humiliated enough by having to use diapers and breastfeed. She couldn't wait to grow up and experience the joy of puberty.

'Yay periods!' Of course she was being sarcastic.

With a growl that sounded more like a hum, Alex tossed around in her crib, using her pillow to block the sound of Elena's cries.

'Was it too late to be an only child again?'

Despite this, she didn't have in her to dislike Elena. She was her little sister, well, technically she was her cousin, but they were still family and something the Gilbert's engraved on her was that family was important. Though her previous experience begged to differ, she must admit they weren't wrong.

With the sound of Elena's cries in the distance and Miranda's voice singing a lullaby, Alex drifted off to sleep once again.

Soon, she found herself staring down at her sleeping body on the crib before she left the house, her destination clear in her mind.

Ever since Annie had told about her magic, Alex had used her sleep time to visit the witches in the old abandoned house once she got control of her unusual ability. At first, she hadn't been sure about her decision when the witches' unintelligible whispers reached her ears as soon as she stepped in the house, but Emily Bennett had welcomed her with a curious glint in her eyes and Alex found herself returning there almost every night.

Learning magic was fun, especially to someone who came from a world where it didn't exist on the same level as this. Luckily, her spiritual form retained her previous appearance. She doubted it would be just as fun if she had to crawl around the place to find the grimoires.

The witches were patient with her, answering her questions, no matter how dumb, at the best of their abilities.

"How did you learn about us? Not many people know about this place." Emily inquired, studying Alex from her spot near the unlit fireplace.

Alex lifted her gaze from the book on her lap, frowning, she pondered her answer. She couldn't reveal the truth, knowing that Esther was somewhere around the other side lingering and listening made her uneasy and mindful of her words and actions.

"I feel your magic call upon me." She shrugged. It wasn't a complete lie, per say, she could feel their energy in the house from a certain distance.

The look of Emily's face told her that she didn't fully believe her but she didn't press, "I see. You must be very perceptible to sense us from such a distance." She commented lightly. There was no accusation in her tone and yet, Alex still stiffened under her watchful stare.

"I am." She left it at that and Emily didn't question her any further though her heavy gaze never left Alex's throughout the night.

"Stop interrogating the girl, Emily. You're making her nervous!" Margaret, or Maggie as she preferred to be called defended from another corner of the room.

"I'm just curious about our young visitor, Maggie. Is not every day that we get to meet living witches." Emily explained.

Maggie gave her a look, turning to Alex with a kind, eager smile. Her chubby cheeks were flushed a healthy red, complementing the bright carrot colour of her hair, if it weren't for her translucent body, Alex wouldn't be able to tell she was not a living person. "Come closer, child. I'm going to teach you something." She wiped her hand on her bloody apron, taking a seat next to Alex, "I'm going to teach you my healing spells!"

"Wait for your turn!" Lola, another witch with eyes as dark as night itself pushed Maggie aside, brushing a braided lock over her shoulder, she smiled at Alex, "Now, Where were we?"

Alex cleared her throat, "You were teaching me protection spells?"

"Good girl!" Lola congratulated her, "Now, pay attention to what I'm about to do-"

Maggie cut her off, "I honestly don't see the point of your teachings. Is not like little Alex is going to war!"

Lola smirked knowingly, "She might as well be, considering her circumstances."

Alex licked her lips, "Lola, protection spells?"

"Ah, yes! Like I was saying..."


Learning magic was a hobby for her since she wasn't really interested in being part of the main story. She had fantasised with the idea many times as a naive girl once upon a time when none of this was real, but now that this was pretty much her reality, Alex had no desire in putting herself in the middle of it. She could help Elena if it came to it, but otherwise she would remain on the sidelines.

Of course, nothing goes as planned for her.

Jeremy came to their lives two years later after her arrival. His little pudgy cheeks were being poked by a curious Elena as she inspected their new sibling. Their parents watched the interaction with a fond smile whilst Alex stood at the back, watching as well.

"Alexandra," it was her mother who called her, "Come meet your little brother." She tilted the tiny bundle in her arms so Alex could see his face.

Hesitantly, Alex did as told, climbing on the spot next to Elena. She reached to pat Jeremy's head, "Hello." She said in a small voice. He yawned adorably, trying to fall asleep again and something inside of her warmed at the sight.

Besides her, Elena rested her head on top of hers, with narrowed eyes she examined the baby, "He's small." She concludes and the room filled with Grayson's laugh as he picked her up.

"That's because he's a baby," he told her, smiling, "You were just as tiny when you were born."

His answer just seemed to confuse her even more, "And Alex? She was tiny? Elena inquired, looking down at her sister with wonder.

At the mention of her name, she turned around with a smile and nodded.

Elena's brows furrowed in concentration, trying to picture her sister as the same size of the baby on her mother's arms.

Inwardly, Alex sighed, defeated. She was fucked, that much she knew. She couldn't quite name the emotion that invaded her at this very moment, all she knew was that there was no way she was going to leave her two baby siblings face any supernatural creatures on their own while she was around, they'll face whatever hardship came their way, together.

She was their older sister, it was her responsibility to take care of them.

It wasn't until Jeremy circled her finger with his small hand and Elena wrapped her arms around her neck in a hug that she finally understood her feelings.

She cared for them and that would be her downfall.


(...)

Welcome to my self indulgent fantasy!

Recently I started to watch the show and couldn't help myself to write a fic about my favourite fanfic trope! I love the oc/si dies and is reincarnated into their favourite show/movie a little too much.

Wanted to give my take on it and share it with the world!

P.s I'm currently watching season four so if anything doesn't add up in the end it is not my fault...

Also, I'm not going to write the show episodes word for word. That's never been my style and I want to change things and add my own twist.

Thank you for reading. Let me know your thoughts about this first chapter.

Edited: 25/01/2022.