1864
When I opened my eyes the smell of fresh baked bread floods my nose. Nature sounds eclipse my ears. When I look around however, the scenery is different. The roads aren't paved but they are gravel. I hear the rattling of a carriage and the clopping of a horse as it makes its way down the road. I quickly duck behind a bush and a thorn pricks me. I yanked it out and stare as the carriage pulls over. The thorn prick doesn't heal, which is odd considering I'm a vampire. Or am I? Where did I travel to? Obviously before I was turned but exactly when? As if to answer my question, Stefan Salvatore leaps out of the carriage. He's wearing a Victorian style white button down, weird pants and riding boots with a weird tie and vest.
The memory! I finally realize! I thought I was focusing on Damon and dying, instead it focused on 1864, he told me I should have met him in 1864 and to my detriment here I am.
"Katherine?" Stefan is looking at me. "What are you doing there? Come out where I can see you. I thought you and Mrs. Pearl had some business to attend to?"
Stefan starts crossing towards me. I'm wearing a blue floral dress that stops at my mid thighs and some black boots. I'm panicking and I don't know what to do.
"I'm not Katherine, I'm Elena, a relative of Katherine. She is my cousin."
"Well, what are you doing in your underthings? Are you looking for her? Do you need somewhere to stay? I know her house burned down in Atlanta and she has been staying with us, she said none of her family survived the fires so she will be so happy to find out that you are alive."
"Yes, I've been walking. I've just about ran out of money and basic things. I've been robbed multiple times during my travels. So if you wouldn't mind…"
"No. Of course, please," he gestures out a gloved hand to me and I get in the carriage with him. We ride to the Salvatore home in silence. My legs are crossed nervously and I'm anxious about how me and Katherine's big reunion will go when she has no idea I exist yet. Stefan shows me to Katherine's room and Emily Bennett offers her assistance to helping me get dressed. I can't help but stare at her, because she looks just like Bonnie. The giant dress uncomfortably sways when I walk but yet somehow I manage. As I begin walking down the hallway, I can't help but notice Damon's door is cracked open. I sneak a peek inside but he is not there to my dismay. I know at this time he doesn't know me but all I want is to hear his voice, see his icy blue eyes look back into mine. That's all I need, assurance that he is okay.