Chapter 3; Amen Omen

...I don't know where you came from
And I dont know where you've gone.
Old friends become old strangers
Between the darkness and the dawn...

Luna was surrounded by a feeling of weightlessness, and peace. She felt as though she were floating in the emptiness of space. Everything around her was black. When she realized this, it ceased to be peaceful. Now, it was frightening. Being alone was a fear she had inherited from her father, and it had been fueled by Silas and his ruthless killing. As she became more aware of her surroundings, she found that she wasn't floating in blackness. She was lying on her back, but she couldn't see the floor beneath her. It was cold, though. She was cold- right down to her core.

She moved to stand, and all she could see were millions of stars. They looked so close, and she felt as though she could reach out and touch them. It reminded her of the time her father took her to the Arizona desert, and the night sky stretched on for miles. These constellations weren't familiar, though. They were calling to her with their warmth, and she couldn't help but go to them. She was finally close enough to hold them in her hands, and when she touched them, she realized that they weren't stars at all. They were candles- millions upon millions of candles.

To touch them offered little warmth, but she took what she could get. She still couldn't make out distinguishing features of where she was, but she knew that it was dark and filled with candles. "Way to point out the obvious, Luna," she chastised.

"When you have nothing else to go on, the obvious will keep you sane," someone said from behind her, and she gasped before turning.

"What?" she asked.

"Sometimes the first duty of an intelligent person is to restate the obvious," the voice replied from the other side.

Luna turned again but saw nothing. "Who are you?" she asked.

Someone began stepping out of the shadows, and the room began to get lighter. She could make out walls now, and a staircase. The candles were dying down, and the person walking towards her seemed to be emitting their own light. She could tell it was a young woman, but it wasn't until they got right in front of her that she could put her features into something recognizable. What she saw made her heart clench.

"Mom?" she breathed.

"Hello Luna," Hayley replied.

Luna shook her head. "I don't understand. Am I dead?" she asked.

Hayley smiled and said; "No, sweetheart. You're not dead. Your body took quite a hit, so your mind is coming up with something comforting."

"So this isn't real," Luna stated.

Hayley paused to think for a moment, and finally said; "Not in the way you'd like it to be."

"I've missed you, mom," Luna said.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry I couldn't be the mother you needed. You, however, are so brave," Hayley replied.

Luna shook her head. "I'm not as brave as everyone thinks I am," she said.

Hayley smiled. "No, you're much braver than they think. And that's good, because you're going to need it," she said.

"Why?" Luna asked.

"You'll see when you wake. Your mind is almost ready to wake up again. You're going to need your bravery and wits to face what will happen when you wake," she replied. Hayley placed her hand on Luna's face and kissed her forehead. "I love you, Luna. I know you can do this. I know you'll make everyone safe."

"Mom, I'm scared," she said.

"I know, and that's okay. You can be scared. Just don't be foolish," Hayley said.

Luna nodded, but she could feel her tether to this place slipping. She wanted to stay here with her mother, but it wasn't meant to be. "I love you mom," Luna replied.

"I love you too. Now, wake up," she said.

Luna's eyes opened and she felt a tear run down her cheek. What did Hayley mean when she said that Luna would need her wits? She wiped the tear away and sat up in the… bed? How did she get here? It was slightly warmer than before, and it was probably due to the multiple quilts covering her. She could still feel cold air whistling in from somewhere- chilling her face and causing wisps of hair to fly about. She gathered her wits, and pushed the interaction with her mother to the back of her mind. She turned to face the door when she heard it open.

A young girl stepped into the room, and said; "Oh, you're awake! You gave me a fright." Her voice was accented, and Luna could only assume she was English. It was the same girl who caught her when she fainted earlier. Luna simply nodded her head and studied the girl. She was quite lovely, with dark brown hair and brown, child-like eyes.

"I'm sorry, um… where am I?" she asked.

"You're in my parents' home. They're working at the moment, but I'm sure they won't mind me helping you out. I'm Antonia," she said.

"Oh, well it's nice to meet you, Antonia. I'm Luna," she replied.

"What a lovely name! So, how did you get here? You're surrounded by magic- I can sense it," she said.

Luna paused for a moment and thought about the best way to admit this. "Well, I was sent here by magic. It really is kind of a long story," she said.

"Where did you travel from? Those clothes aren't from this time," she said.

"I travelled from… the future," Luna replied.

Antonia smile widely and said; "I knew my dream would come true! You can tell me more once we get some food into your belly." She handed Luna a bowl with something steamy inside. It smelled like chicken soup, but there were no noodles.

"Thank you," she said. She began eating quickly. "Oh, before I forget, do you have a phone that I could use?" Luna asked. Certainly her father would have the same number. She knew her grandmother would- she was practically the only person left with a house phone.

Antonia looked confused before saying: "We don't have a phone. Only the rich can afford those."

Luna paused with a raised eyebrow. She finally took a good look at the girl in front of her. She was wearing a medium blue dress that fell to the middle of her calves, and the sleeves extended past her elbow a little. She had on opaque black stockings, and very clean, lace-up shoes. The front part of her pretty brown hair was pulled back, and secured with a blue bow.

"Antonia?" Luna asked.

"Yes?" she replied.

"What year is it?" she asked.

Antonia giggled. "You must have really hit your head. The year is 1899. Next month begins the 20th century!" she said.

She left the room to get clothing for Luna to change into, and Luna couldn't do anything but sit on the bed and stare at the door. She was supposed to be sent to 2009, not 1899! She needed to figure out what exactly was going on.

While Antonia was gone, Luna opened the locket and called on Quetsiyah. The ancient witch appeared within minutes, with a worried expression. "Hello Luna," she said.

"Quetsiyah, what the hell happened? I'm supposed to be-"

"In 2009, I know. Silas is more powerful than I previously thought. He caught wind of what I was doing and tried to muck up the spell. Bad news; you're stuck in 1899. You're immortal, so you'll just have to live through it. Good news; you're with your ancestors on your mother's side," she said.

"What? So, they're werewolves," Luna said.

"No, not yet. Antonia is your aunt, several times removed. Her older sister has already moved to America, and she's married her husband. She's currently pregnant with your great grandmother," Quetsiyah said.

"Well, what am I supposed to do? I don't know how life is in this time period. 2009 I could handle, but not the turn of the century!" Luna said.

"Luna Mikaelson, you're smart. You should use this to your advantage. That young girl is about to go through a terrible trial, and you are the only one who can help her out. Take this time to make a name for yourself in the supernatural community, but avoid your father at all costs. It won't be long until Kol is daggered, and then you'll only have three Originals to worry about. Use this time to make connections and allies. Gather your resources. You'll need them if you're going to defeat Silas," Quetsiyah said.

"So, I'm just supposed to stay here until 2009?" she asked.

Quetsiyah sighed and said; "Just do what you think it right. Don't try to send yourself forward in time. It won't work, and Silas will just try to stop you again. I'm sorry, but this is the best advice I can offer."

She was gone soon afterward, and Luna was left standing there, confused and upset.

January, 1900 (England)

Antonia had convinced her parents that Luna could help out around the house, and Luna agreed to get a job to help them with their bills. She had been living with them for a month, and they were preparing to pick up and move again. She would adopt their surname when they got to a new city, to avoid raising suspicions. The last name Mikaelson wasn't exactly subtle within the supernatural community, and Mikael hadn't been desiccated yet. She had to avoid detection. From now on, she'd call herself Luna Petrescu. She had learned much about her mother's real family since coming here.

Her mother's family was a gypsy family, originating in Romania, who had moved to England one generation ago. Antonia's sister, Ekaterina, had run away to America. She wrote Antonia often, but was quite unwelcomed in her parents mind. According to Antonia's letters, Ekaterina had found her true love- a Native American boy named Thomas. She was now pregnant with her first child, who would apparently go on to be Luna's great grandmother.

Luna had been working all day. To make up for eating some of their food, she had been cleaning non-stop. The caravan was spotless, and the parents were impressed. She had cooked them a hot meal to celebrate the New Year, but they weren't back yet. She was getting worried, because Antonia's mother was normally breathing over her shoulder as she cooked. She was getting worried, so she killed the fire in the stove and grabbed her cloak. Before she could step out the door, she heard panting and someone running up the road. She looked out the window and saw Antonia running up the road with an expression of panic on her face.

She was almost to the caravan when someone flashed in front of her. Luna flashed to the man blocking Antonia's path and flashed him into the nearest tree. She was faintly aware of Antonia's heavy breathing behind her, but she was mostly paying attention to the man in front of her. He was probably turned in his late 20's. His blonde hair was medium length, and wavy. He had a slight beard, but his eyes were what stood out. Not because they were exceptional in color. No, his eyes stood out because they looked crazy.

"Who are you, and why were you chasing my friend?" Luna asked.

The man gave a chuckle and said; "You're strong for such a little one, but fear not. You travelers are all the same- cursed to die young."

"What do you mean travelers?" Luna asked.

"The Petrescu family fled Romania a few decades ago, and I recently found them here. They're the only family to ever be ostracized from the traveler community, and it's too dangerous to have loose ends, so I was sent to end them. I got her parents already. You two are the only ones left," he said.

"Yeah, well, you're not finishing this mission," Luna said before plunging her hand into his chest and pulling out his heart.

She let the organ fall to the ground with his body, and wiped her hands on the handkerchief in her dress pocket. She took a deep breath and steadied herself before turning to look at Antonia. The girl's eyes were wide and she looked like she were about to throw up. Luna took a step towards her, and she didn't move. Her eyes were trained on the man's body. She only seemed to notice Luna after she was standing right in front of her.

"Who are you? What are you?" Antonia whispered, before her voice got louder as she asked; "What was he?"

"Antonia, please. I need for you to go inside and calm down, and I'll take care of everything else," Luna said.

Antonia looked dumbfounded, but did as she was told. Luna took the body into the woods for the wild animals to finish off before returning to the caravan. Antonia was huddled in front of the fire, and Luna washed her hands before taking her a blanket to wrap around her shoulders. She told Antonia everything that night, and to her surprise, she accepted it rather quickly. She didn't really have a choice. It was either; stay with Luna, or go to the orphanage.

After Luna told her everything she could about Silas, and vampires, and the future, Antonia asked; "Luna, what will we do?"

"I'm not really sure. We shouldn't stay here though. We should go to America," Luna replied. She would actually fit in there.

"But that would take money that we don't have," Antonia said.

"You let me worry about that. Trust me, I'll get us there with little problem," Luna said.

They both went to sleep that night, not knowing what would happen next. All they really knew was that it was a fresh start for both of them. They would be there for each other, and they would be happy.

A/N; So, there you have it! That's where she is now. I was going to make this fic short, sweet, and to the point, but then I thought better of it. I love adding my own characters into the mix, although Antonia won't be playing a main roll when Luna goes to Mystic Falls. DON'T WORRY! Klaus and the gang will be back soon, and I'll probably start by introducing Luna in season 2-ish. (Jenna must be saved!)

I am SO sorry it took me so long to upload, but I should do a bit better now. I don't have any school until January, so YAY! Also, I'm being bombarded by fic ideas left-and-right, so hopefully they'll stick with me until I get this done.

After this one, what would YOU like to see me write? Would you prefer:

a. A Vamp-Diaries fic where I add another Original sister.

b. A Vamp-Diaries fic where I give Kol an OC love interest.

c. A Vamp-Diaries fic where I send Caroline back in time with Elijah's OC love interest.

d. A Chronicles of Narnia fanfic.

e. A poorly thought-out, season one based Supernatural fic.

f. A poorly thought-out Sherlock fic, in which Sherlock has a daughter?

Yeah, those are ALL ideas that are running through my head at the moment. So which one would you like to see?

xo, Kels.