Sorry I haven't been able to update as frequently as before. It's just that school started and...well you get it. Note: The text from last chapter is the text Elena sent Meredith before she died which means that Elena is not alive.

Meredith had headed straight to Fell's Church Hospital. Luckily, since she often volunteered at the hospital, she was able to get what she needed. She couldn't believe what was about to happen though. Never in a million years would she have expected this. After she left the hospital, she headed straight to the funeral home.

She inhaled a large breath. She couldn't really remember much about her life or who exactly she was. In all of her memories, she only recognized two things. She recognized someone flipping a book filled with drawings of what seemed like family heirlooms. The other thing she recognized was a pair of green eyes. Stefan, a voice said in her mind. The rest of her memories were blurry images. She felt the sun shining on her. How was she still sitting there as herself and not a pile of ash? Now she remembered why. Her hand flew to the stone on the chain clasped around her neck. The necklace was why she still sat there. Setting her hand back, she felt something next to her. Looking down, she saw a bag filled with scarlet liquid and there was a long tube that looked almost like a straw coming out of the top. On the bag was a large white sticker that read: Fell's Church Hospital Blood Bank. The name Fell's Church struck memories in her mind. Walking in the Town Square, playing in the park, skipping stones into Wickery Pond. She slowly picked up the blood bag and brought the tube to her lips. Then, she slowly drank from it. At first the blood tasted bitter and metallic, but it suddenly tasted like heaven. In no time, she finished it. All of a sudden, images and names rang in her mind. Soon enough, she remembered exactly who she was. She was, Elena Gilbert. And she was now a vampire.

After waking up, Elena had escaped through the window of the funeral home. Looking down, she saw that she was dressed in her hunter's gear. She immediately remembered why. It was tradition to bury a vampire hunter in their gear to commemorate all of their years as a hunter. She went to the first place that came into her mind. Her home.

She approached the white door that opened into her house. Even though she had knocked lightly, someone came to answer it fairly quick. The person who opened it was someone she quickly recognized. Her brother, Jeremy.
"Elena?"
"Jeremy, hi."
"I thought you died. Wait, are you a vampire?"
"Yeah. Please don't hate me."
"I could never hate you, you're my sister." She smiled. "You must've had a really bad fall."
"What?"
"Mom said that a vampire pushed you down the stairs and you got a concussion and died."
"Mom said that? The truth is that...Mom is the one who killed me. Please don't ask any questions right now. Can you just send Mom over here so I can talk to her?"
"Sure." He turned around as she attempted to step inside. Surprisingly, she found that she couldn't. It was like there was an invisible barrier. Jeremy had turned back around and watched her struggle to get inside. "You can come in, Elena."
She attempted one last time to get in. This time, there was no barrier and she could freely step inside. Suddenly, a knife flew to her face. She had caught it just in time and looked up at her mother.

Uh oh, how's her Mom going to react? I know that Jeremy only exists in the show but I honestly prefer him over Margaret. What's going to happen next? Stay tuned...