A/N: Thank you all for the support, I hope you are enjoying the story so far! Here is chapter three.
Last time I checked, I still own nothing besides Ellie and my plot.
Summary: A spell gone haywire, Bonnie accidentally resurrects a long since dead woman, who has no idea who she is other than she woke up in a grave and Caroline has her necklace. But, as it turns out, she has a connection with Damon and Stefan.
Not The Person You Used To Be.
Chapter III
Ellie had slept for a full twelve hours, Damon keeping an eye on her off and on. He didn't make much of a big deal until it was about hour eleven and Ellie was still in a deep sleep. He leaned against the doorway of one of the guest bedrooms, his arms crossed as he looked at Ellie's sleeping form under the covers.
He was trying to figure out how to make her remember him. It was frustrating, having not seen her for so long, and he was pretty much a stranger to her. He thought about Stefan, wondering if he would be able to get her to remember him.
If only any of them could get a hold of him. But, Damon and Alaric were working on tracking him down, and Damon hoped that he could keep Elena in a dark for a long as he could. Stefan didn't mention Ellie at all since she died back when the two of them were human. The only place he could have possibly mentioned her was in his journals.
His journals! Damon thought, quickly turning and walking down the hall towards Stefan's bedroom. He entered the room and ran his hand down the line of old journal's that Stefan had shelved away. He picked out an older looking one, unwrapping the string sealing it shut.
Damon flipped through some of the pages, reading bits and pieces of the entries. He picked out one and pulled a piece of paper off the desk and wrote a note before bookmarking the page with it and closed the journal. He headed back down the hall, entering Ellie's room and placed the journal down on the nightstand beside the bed.
He then headed downstairs to call Alaric to see what leads they have on Stefan and Klaus.
Ellie let out a light groan as she started to become aware of her surroundings again. She blinked open her eyes, sunlight filtering in through a window on the far wall. She squinted when the rays hit her eyes, pulling a hand out from under the covers and shielded her eyes as she sat up.
She took a quick look around the room, remembering that she had been brought to Damon's house. He was letting her stay there, because he was her brother.
Brother...
She shook her head, rubbing her eyes. That concept was still pretty strange to her. She noticed a book resting on the nightstand that wasn't there when she had fallen asleep. Curious, she reached over and pulled it off the table and placed it on her lap. There was a piece of paper sticking out, her name on it. She opened up the journal and lifted the note out of the book as she looked it over.
Ellie,
I'm going to assume you know how to read. I don't think I will be around when you wake up, but I have some food in the kitchen for you to eat. Also, I found one of Stefan's journals that has an entry about you. I thought that it would help you with your amnesia thing. It's an invasion of privacy, I know, but I don't really care. It'll be our little secret.
-D
Ellie frowned, looking down at the journal. She wanted to read it, but a pain in her stomach and a rather loud growl from the organ forced her to put it off for a bit.
She pulled the covers back, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and headed downstairs. She glanced around the house, Damon nowhere to be seen. She walked over towards the kitchen, her bare feet cold on the hardwood floor. She opened the fridge, seeing some fruit and sandwich meat in there. There was something familiar about the small, round, red fruit. She decided to go with that, pulling it out of the fridge and closed it. She headed out towards the parlour, Stefan's journal in hand.
She sat down on the couch, taking a glance around the house. Damon sure had a large house if it was just him living there, but it had a comforting feel to it. Ellie sighed, looking at the fruit for a few moments before she bit into it. She chewed slowly, smiling slightly at the sweet taste.
She paused mid bite when something came back to her.
"It's an apple."
Ellie looked down at the fruit, then looking up at the person who had handed it to her. She frowned, a light pout to her lips.
"I don't want it," she stated, "can I have some of those sweet candies?"
"No, Ellie. The apple is healthy for you, you'll like it."
Ellie sighed, "okay." she stated, taking a bite out of the fruit. The boy in front of her smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"See, it is not so bad." he said, Ellie chuckling.
"I still want the candy, Damon." she said, looking up at her older brother. He just shook his head, leading her back towards the estate.
Ellie pulled the apple away from her mouth, a smile crossing her features. "Apples." she stated, then glanced down at the journal. She flipped it open to where it had been bookmarked, starting to read it over.
Journal,
It's been about four months since she started to get those coughs I had told you about. Damon has just left for the army about three days ago, and Ellie's gotten worse. She keeps saying that she is fine and that she has just caught a bit of an illness. But, there's something wrong with her, I can feel it.
Her coughs have gotten worse, they aren't just wet sounding, but she has started coughing up things. She just coughs into her handkerchief and hides it from me and father. I'm really worried about her, and father is starting to seem a little concerned as well. I hope that she will be alright, that she is right and she will be able to just overcome it. Like she usually did in her childhood.
Ellie has always been frail, even though I am healthy. She's my twin, and we do look alike, but she's the weaker one. She gets sick very often, even if she usually fought them off. She fainted in the garden the day before last, and I was so scared for her. I had stayed by her side the whole time she was unconscious. When she woke up, the first thing she did was grab my hand and tell me to not feel frightened. That she was going to be fine. She blamed her fainting spell on the heat, and I didn't argue with her about it. I just want her to feel better.
I've thought of writing to Damon, letting him know about Ellie. I think that he would like to know, but both father and Ellie think that he doesn't need to know at the moment. Ellie doesn't want him to worry and father just doesn't want him to be distracted.
So, Damon doesn't know of this yet. And it seems like he will be for a while still. Ellie seems to just get weaker and weaker everyday. She still smiles at me and father though, as if nothing is wrong. I've noticed that her hands shake sometimes and that there is a little bit of yellow showing up in the whites of her eyes.
But, she claims that she's fine. Still, father has ordered that a doctor comes in to make sure. I hope that she will get some medication and that she will get better. I'm worried about Damon not coming back from war, and I don't want to worry about Ellie being dead, too.
On another note, father has claimed that he has allowed someone to come stay with us. She's an orphan, which is interesting. I don't know much about her yet. Ellie seems interested in her as well.
- Stefan Salvatore.
Ellie looked up from reading the entry. She got a few flashes of something when reading, like the boy with green eyes, grass and a yellow flower. Nothing that seemed to make things any clearer. But, this Stefan must have cared about her very much.
She shook her head slightly, turning the page again. She didn't get to read anything on the next page when she heard the door open. Ellie quickly closed the journal, taking another bite of the apple. Damon smirked at her when he walked in.
"Hello sleepyhead, I thought you would never wake up." he said, pulling off his jacket and placed it on the couch. Ellie just narrowed her eyes at him slightly, swallowing the piece of apple she was chewing on.
"You remember anything?" Damon asked, Ellie holding up the apple slightly.
"I remember apples," she stated, "you had given me one when I was younger."
Damon nodded his head, "I don't remember much of that, myself. But, at least you aren't blocking memories."
"Would that be a bad thing?" Ellie asked, Damon shrugging.
"Yeah, it would be." he said.
Ellie nodded her head, wondering why that would be a bad thing. From what she read in Stefan's journal, she didn't really want to remember feeling sick.
However, she didn't question it.
"Stefan had said, in his journal, that you went to war," Ellie said, "that I was alive when you left. Was I still alive when you came back?"
Damon shook his head, "no, you weren't. Father and Stefan didn't tell me that you died while I was gone, I had to hear it from Stefan when I came back."
"Oh," Ellie said, looking down at the journal, "I'm sorry."
"What are you apologizing for?" Damon asked, "you didn't decide to die."
"I know, but I'm sorry that Stefan and my father did that to you." she said, holding the journal tightly in her hands. She really wished she could remember him more, what he was like the last time she saw him. Stefan, too.
She frowned, looking up at Damon. "Where is Stefan?" she asked, "does he live here with you?"
"Not at the moment," Damon said with a sigh, "it's complected. You just remembered what apples are, you don't need to know about him just yet."
Ellie chuckled, giving him a lopsided smile, "I guess you are right."
Damon smirked, "if Stefan finds out that you've been reading his journal, I'll let you blame me for making you read one entry. But, if you read on, it's on you. Remember that."
Ellie shook her head, "were you always this sarcastic?"
"I don't know," Damon said with a smirk, "you tell me."