I put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher and waited for Stefan. I had finished with my shower and curled my hair. I remember last year's blast from the past night. I went with Matt. We crashed the part half drunk and dressed in regular clothes. I was rebellious back then I guess. I didn't want to be the way I used to be. It's not that I was a bad kid but I was quite the partier, we got drunk together once in while but nothing too bad.
I felt bad for Matt. We had just broke up and it was like I moved on so quickly to Stefan. But I loved Stefan and it was something that I couldn't control.
I still wondered about Katherine. Why she wanted both brothers and how they both fell for it. I felt pain for Damon. Damon was a brute because of her; she hurt him so badly that he is still wounded. Wounded of the heart.
But also for Stefan, he was with her first and had to see her mess with Damon too.
Jeremy bounded down the stairs and towards the fridge, without a word. He started to rush back up the stairs.
"Hey in a hurry?" I asked.
He shook his head.
"No." he said.
"Are you coming to the grill tonight?" I asked.
"Maybe I think I'm going to take Anna." He said.
"Alright but I'm going with Stefan so I'll see you there." I told him.
He ran back up the stairs.
There was a knock at the door.
It was Stefan. He was dressed in an old suit. He had plaid pants, not too plaid, a gray vest, white shirt and a jacket. He smiled and handed me a bag.
"Here." He said.
I grabbed the bag and ran upstairs he was behind me.
I pulled it out. Inside was an eligant party gown.
My mouth dropped open in shock.
The gown was a forest green color with a little bit of brown.
"Stefan it's beautiful!" I told him with a wide smile on my face.
"Where did you find this?" I asked.
He smiled.
"It was my mother's, back from the 1800's." He said. "She wore this gown to many big events, it was her favorite. I figured you would like it." He said.
"I love it." I cooed.
I slipped in on over my head and he laced up the back.
"You never talked about your mother much." I said suspiciously.
"She was beautiful, the most beautiful lady I had seen back then. He hair was red with tons of curls that would bounce everywhere and her eyes were this odd color. They would change color everyday. She would go from a light blue to a greenish aqua color. Damon got her eyes, but me I got my father's." He said. "She was always a very happy women but did get upset often. She was there when news of the vampires was fresh. She was one of the victims of them. I would never forgive that clan of vampires that attacked that night. My mother was on her way home from a good friend of ours and they were hiding waiting for something to thirst on. She was caught and there was nothing anyone could do. That is why my father was so intent on catching them." He explained as he tied the strings.
"Your all set." He said.
I looked at myself in the mirror it was unbelievable. With this dress on and the way my hair curled I look remarkably like Katherine it made me shiver.
"Perfect fit." He said.
I smiled and turned to kiss him.
"Ready?" he asked.
I nodded my head and we left the house and climbed into his car.
The grill was amazing at least to me it was. The decorations turned out great and it reminded me of an old party like the renaissance. I saw Caroline sitting at a table with some guy. She was clearly smitten with him.
"Hey I'll be right back." He told me.
I lifted the skirt of the dress and walked towards Bonnie.
"Hey nice outfit." She said.
"Thanks it was a Stefan's mothers." I said as I twirled the puffy skirt.
Bonnie nodded her head and looked away. She didn't really understand Stefan especially with her being a witch.
"It turned out great didn't it?" I asked.
"Yeah it was a lot of work, but it looks like Caroline has moved on from being tired she said as she jolted her head towards Caroline and the mysterious man.
"He is a vampire." She told me in a whisper.
"Are you sure?" I asked as my mouth dropped.
"Positive, Stefan knows too." She said. "It's something you can sense." She told me.
"What is he doing here?" I asked her.
"I have no idea but he definitely isn't here for fun." She said.
Suddenly Stefan put his hand towards me.
"Ms. Gilbert, would you like to dance?" he asked with a smile.
"I would love to Mr. Salvatore." I replied.
He grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the grill. The gazebo from earlier was prettier than ever the lights twinkled and the flowers hung.
We climbed into the gazebo and started dancing.
"What is he doing here?" I asked.
"I don't know but he's trouble. Don't worry though Damon's here." He said glancing in the direction. Damon was leaning up against a pole; he was dressed similar to Stefan, clothes from the 1800's. His blue eyes were intense and filled with energy.
We swayed from side to side while the music played. The dress I was in twirled across the gazebo floor and I felt like I was back in the 1800's. But I really felt like I was there.
The scene suddenly changed and I was still dancing with Stefan, but in a different dress. It was baby blue with lace and I had a bonnet on my head.
Surrounding us was people dressed in the same type of clothes.
Horses with chariots on the back pulled up and people got out.
Damon was still leaning up against the wall staring with the same look in his eye. Where was I? And why did it seem I had gone back in time.
Stefan looked down at me with love in his eyes.
"You look beautiful Katherine." He told me.
Shock overwhelmed me. Katherine? Stefan had just called me Katherine. I tried to speak but no words would come out. Instead I felt my lips pull up into a smile. Why couldn't I control myself?
And then I was gone. Poof just like that I was back.
"Elena." I heard someone shout. "Elena are you okay." Suddenly breath escaped my lips.
"Yes." I said. I looked down and I was back in his mother's dress.
"Jesus Elena you scared me, one second you were here and the next it's like you were gone." He said.
"Yeah, um no I'm fine." I nodded my head and tried to forget what just happened.
Why did he call me Katherine and why did it seem I was back in 1864? It didn't make sense. What just happened?
He twirled me again until the music stopped.
"Can I cut in?" A low voice asked.
I was Damon.