Chapter 3.

Flashback: 1864, Mystic Falls.

There was talk in the town about a Vampire invasion ever since the England settlement to Virginia, Mystic Falls. These English people were not foreign in the means of nationality. No, there was something different about them that separated them from the entire human race. The town folks were all suspicious about them. Especially one in particular. Katherine. She was graceful with a demure face, but that didn't stop the rumors from running rampant. The rumors about her being a killer. A Vampire.

Katherine started a vicious cycle of turning the men that showed her affection into cold beings, as herself. She had sensed a war between the two races of Vampires and humans forming. It would only take three seconds for the Vampires to eliminate the human race, but that would be way too easy. The Vampires had other enemies, the Werewolf's and the rising Hybrids. Katherine needed to protect herself; especially now that the original Vampire Brothers Klaus and Elijah were looking for her. So who could blame her that she transformed the men who were transfixed by her into Vampires? She would transform an entire army of them. The transformed men weren't the only ones to be loyal to her. She had her own Witch Emily Bennentt, who would protect her; of course that protection was returned. The burnings of the Witches was a rising epidemic, and so Katherine offered protection to many members of the Witch race.

Katherine had her eyes set on two human brothers in particular. The Salvatore brothers. Damon and Stefan. Not only were they pleasant to look at, but they were fiercely loyal creatures. She needed their loyalty above everything else, because she had big plans for them both.

On the night that she had transformed them, she had nurtured them both and given them human blood. She watched them grow cold as their instincts submerged with their feelings intensified. Their loyalty amplified. Perfect.

She had taken Damon aside, on the night that the townsfolk's were planning an attack and handed him a purple stone. She cupped his face with her palms and said to him, "I need you and Stefan to run away from here. Leave this town, and take the stone with you."

Damon shook his head, "We're not going without you, Katherine,"

"No. Please, listen to me. The day has come. Even if I do run with you and escape the killing, Klaus and Elijah will still be looking for me. Either way, I'm done for." she brushed the back of his finger to his cheek and continued, "you and Stefan still have a chance. Run as far as you can from this town, and don't look back."

Damon looked as if he were in a deep anguish and gripped Katherine's arms, "I can't leave you."

"Damon, I will come back." Katherine said as Damon loosened his grip, "Emily has locked a little magic into this stone. It's the awakening stone. Through this, I will come back to you."

"How?"

"Down my bloodline, I will have a Doppleganger. When? I don't know. But when you find her, a sacrifice will take place. Find a witch, kill my Doppleganger, and I shall come back." She smiled, placing her trust in the Salvatore brothers. They both fought against each other for her love, and now they had to fight beside each other to bring her back to life.

Damon stared pensively at Elena as she laid on the floor, lost in sleep. He had taken her to a room just below the house, where no one could find her. His plan was moving smoothly, it seemed. He had lured her to his house with some ease. When he'd watched her run with fear to his side of the town, the long buried human side of him acknowledged her innocence and felt almost bad about what he was going to do. He was used to humans looking at him with strict terror when he crowded them with his presence; it was normal. But when Elena looked at him with that same terror, it had brought a trickling feeling that he wasn't that familiar with. Maybe it was because she had Katherine's face. Watching Elena now, as she layed helpless on the floor. She looked fragile, innocent, and naive. All the things that Katherine never was. And the smell of her blood, was sweet. Too sweet.

She felt as if she was drugged as she slowly opened her eyes to a darkened room. She kept receiving images about the man with the transparent blue eyes in her mind. She started to panic as she looked around the room. Where was she? She saw a shadow, not far from her, and let out a scream. All of a sudden she felt hands on her mouth, silencing her. "Shh..." a deep calming voice was quietening her. She settled against his palm, all the while shaking tremendously. When will she wake up from this nightmare? When she calmed down a bit, he stood in front of her, kneeling down to her level. She looked at his face, trying to find some hidden kindness in her kidnapper.

"Where am I?" She finally said, in a shaken voice.

He sighed, rubbed his fingers to his chin. "You are here, with me."

"Where is here? Who are yo-"

"You see, I've been watching you for a long, long time. From afar. I've been waiting hundreds of years for you. It's been killing me. But you're finally here." The man interjected. He placed a finger to her cheek, slowly caressing. It calmed her. His words gave her no relief though, that look in his eyes...

"Why have you been waiting for me? Who are you?"

"I'm Damon, if you must know." he said, "there's so much about this world that you just don't understand. You've felt different your entire life, haven't you? That's because you are different Elena."

How did he know her name? She frowned.

"Tell me this, have you felt different from the others?" He looked at her throat, as he gulped.

She couldn't explain why, but it was true indeed that she felt different. She never felt a sense of belonging anywhere, she'd never really known why. She nodded her head, and he gave a small smile. And at that moment, another man came to the door. It was Stefan, the new kid at school. Her eyes widened.

"We finally have her, my brother." Damon said as he stood. She looked back at Damon. What was going on? This was feeling more and more like a nightmare. One that she couldn't quite escape.