Elijah. I can't seem to shake that name from my mind, it having been spoken by the brunette vampire who I quickly learnt was called Rose.

It's making me feel like I was in the middle of one of my dreams, as if I expect him to walk through the door any second. It's just not possible that this Elijah is the exact same Elijah from my never ending dreams.

"Why are we here?," Elena asked, the two of us having ended up following her into another room of the house watching her switch on a lamp not that it was really needed thanks to the sun streaming in through the windows.

Looking at her more closely, I can see she has no daylight ring meaning she wasn't able to set foot outside which would explain the planks of wood in the previous room as well as this one.

"You keep asking me these questions like I'm gonna answer them."

"Well, why won't you?," I asked , crossing my arms over my chest, glaring at her a little.

"And that's another one."

"Seriously, what are you afraid of?. It's not like we can make an escape or anything. The least you could do is tell us what you want with us."

"I personally want nothing. I'm just a delivery service."

"Delivery to who?. Elijah?."

"Two points to the eavesdropper."

"Who is he?. Is he a vampire?," Elena asked, moving a little closer to me.

"He's one of THE vampires. The Originals."

"The Originals?. Okay, now I know you're talking bullshit. They don't exist. They're just a myth," I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"You've heard of them then?," Rose asked stopping what she was doing, looking at me.

"Sweetheart, I've been living in New Orleans for the past decade more or less. I've heard all about the vampire family who supposedly founded the city. It's just a story, that's all."

"Well, the story's true."

"Wait, what do you mean the Originals?," Elena frowned.

"Again with the questions. Haven't the Salvatores been teaching you vampire history?."

"So you know Stefan and Damon?."

"I know of them. A hundred years back, a friend of mine tried to set me up with Stefan. She said he was one of the good ones. More of a sucker for the bad boys, though, but I digress."

"Who are the Originals?."

"Trevor and I have been running for 500 years. We're tired. We want it over. We're using you to negotiate ourselves out of an old mess."

"But why me?."

"Because you're a Petrova doppelganger. You're the key to breaking the curse."

"Curse?. What curse?," I frowned.

"The sun and the moon curse," Elena answered.

"You do know your history," Rose told her.

"What do you mean I'm the key?. The moonstone is what breaks the curse."

"No. The moonstone is what binds the curse. Sacrifice is what breaks it."

"Sacrifice?."

"The blood of the doppelganger. You're the doppelganger. Which means in order to break the curse, you're the one that has to die."

"WHAT?. Oh hell, no!. That ain't gonna happen. My cousin is NOT gonna die in order to break some curse," I said angrily, storming right up to her, trembling a little and not cause of how scared I was still feeling deep down.

"You really are like her, you know?," she whispered, staring deeply and intensely into my eyes making me instantly back off.

"Like who?."

"Ooh, captivity's made them pushy. What do you want to know?," Trevor asked, having walked into the room, him moving over to one of the planks of wood, picking it up and moving to cover one of the windows, blocking out the sun.

"Who are you running from?," Elena asked.

"The Originals."

"For fuck's sake!. They don't exist. I'm getting sick and tired of this," I cried, walking away from Rose, moving back to Elena.

"Oh, they exist, gorgeous. They're the first family. The old world. Rose and I pissed them off. Correction, I pissed them off. Rose had my back. And for over half a millennium, they've wanted us dead."

"What did you do?," Elena asked.

"He made the same mistake countless others did. He trusted Katerina Petrova," Rose answered.

"Katherine."

"The one and only. The first Petrova doppelganger."

"I helped her escape her fate and now I've...sorry, we've been marked ever since," Trevor explained.

"Which is why we're not going to make the same mistake again."

x

"He's here. This was a mistake."

"No, I told you I would get us out of this. You have to trust me," Rose told Trevor, him looking absolutely terrified, something I hadn't seen in him before.

"No. He wants me dead, Rose."

"He wants them more."

"I can't. You give them to him, he'll have mercy on you. But I need to get out of here."

"Hey. What are we?."

"We're family. Forever."

I can't seem to stop myself from jumping hearing a slow, loud knock coming from a distance, obviously the front door.

"You're scared. Aren't you?," I asked, looking at them both, feeling pity for them for the first time.

"Stay here with them. And don't make a sound," Rose said, leaving the room.

I look over at Elena going to say something getting stopped by her finger on her mouth, her hand passing something to me, that something being a piece of paper.

I take it off her unfolding it, finding something written on it in black lettering.

STEFAN AND DAMON ARE COMING FOR YOU.

-B.

I fold the paper back up handing it back to her, my eyes moving back to Trevor watching him pace about the room, clearly terrified.

"Okay, why exactly am I here?. Look, I get Elena is a doppelganger of some vampire bitch, but me?. I'm no doppelganger. So why would this Elijah want me?," I asked , him stopping pacing turning to look over at me.

"Because you look just like her."

"Who?."

"Elizabeth."

"Eliz..."

"Elizabeth?."