Hello! There was a question about Destiny - on who she is. In the beginning of this story, she was the one who caused some problems in Elena's life. Stefan mentions her in some chapters and so does Rebekah in chapter 15.

Stefan

„I'm sorry what?" I'm sure I misheard.

„You want me to do what?" Out of all Damon's ridiculous plans, this must be number one.

„You heard me, Stef. I want you, no let met correct that, I need you to find Destiny. "

I can feel Elena's body stiffening beside me, I haven't told her all what I know about Destiny, but she does know that she was the one who caused problems in her life.

„Why? " I narrow my eyes at Damon, who is still at ease on the couch, stirring the liquid in the glass.

„Because she's going to help us." He doesn't raise his head to look at me when he speaks, and that comes across as odd.

Elena still hasn't said a word, I expected her to already start objecting to this. I can sense her distress, so I grab her hand, maybe that will help her, but when I do, she doesn't respond very eagerly. This is again one of those times when I wish I could read her mind.

„How in the world is she going to help us?" I raise my voice. „For all we know, she's been working with Klaus the whole time."

Damon stands up, empties the bourbon glass in his hands and takes a step closer to me and Elena. He jabs his finger at my chest – „That's exactly why we need her aid, she probably is under Klaus' orders, and that's good, maybe we can get some inside info."

„What makes you think that she's going to help us?" I shove his hand off my chest.

„Because I know stuff, Stefan." He takes a step back, glaring at me and Elena. „While you two have been sitting here like lovesick puppies, I have gathered some information on how to get to Klaus and trust me when I say that Destiny may as well be our only shot at this."

„Why don't you go and look for her yourself?" Elena finally speaks up, defiant.

„I can't." Damon states, like that is answering her question.

„Care to elaborate on that?"

„I could, but what's the point?" he smirks. „The point is that I just can't, Stefan can. Why wait longer?" He takes the bottle again and pours himself another drink.

"Damon," Elena warns, glancing up to me for a second. I give her a slight nod. "Why can't you go and find Destiny?"

Damon pinches his nose, irritated – "God, you're so stubborn, Elena." He spits out. "Fine, I'm fallen, he's not. Is that enough for you, Miss Gilbert?"

Elena shoots him an annoyed smile – "Yes. Thank you very much." I feel like I'm witnessing two siblings fighting each other. It is kind of amusing actually.

"How can I trust you, Damon?" I ask, hoping that Damon and Elena will stop their mindless bickering. I would do anything for my brother, but right now, I can't be too sure about his intentions, considering that Damon always carries a double meaning to everything.

"You can't." He answers, and walks away leaving me and Elena standing in the room, completely clueless.

"That went well." Elena comments after a while.

I inhale deeply – "Yeah." I feel like rolling my eyes.

Later that night I am perched on the edge of Elena's bed when her voice pulls me away from my thoughts. "So what are you going to do?" Elena asks while combing her long hair. She's sitting behind the vanity table that's in the corner, so I am guessing this room used to be Katherine's. There are candles spread across the room, since we have no electricity in the house. They are giving away eerie light, illuminating the space with yellowish glow.

"I don't know." I answer her honestly, because I truly don't. Although what choice do I have? It's either that, or waiting here until Klaus decides now is the right time to wreak more havoc in our already messed up lives. "What do you think I should do?" Elena's been awfully quiet on the matter, so I am eager to know her thoughts on it.

She turns away from the mirror, so now she's facing me. Her expression is serious and there's a slight edge to her voice. "I think that Damon's hiding something. I think he knows something, but is not telling us."

"That's what I thought, too." I sigh. "But I can't see any other way, Elena."

"So you want to go with his crazy plan? To find Destiny?" I can see her hands starting to shake.

"No, I don't want that, Elena." I assure her. "But I don't know what else we should do? I said I would help you fight; I want to help you, keep you safe. I can't do that by sitting here and waiting." I keep my gaze locked on Elena.

"What if something happens to you?" Elena asks. "What if Klaus finds you before you find Destiny?" she shivers, "I can't even think about losing you." Her eyes are glimmering with tears.

"Elena..." I stammer, feeling her pain.

"Please, Stefan. Don't do it." She stands up and walks over to me, grabbing my hands, her whole demeanour screaming with desperation. When her skin touches mine I am welcomed by the familiar current I feel every time I touch her. I've got so used to it by now, but right now it is so strong that it startles me and I almost pull my hands away.

"I won't." I say.

She falls asleep in my arms after a while.

Elena looks so peaceful and relaxed in her sleep, like there are no worries in her life. Like she's meant to do great things, live a full and healthy life. I feel like I have taken all those things away from her; that I've caused everything bad in Elena's life. The feeling almost suffocates me, trying to rip my heart and soul out. I need to make it right. I need to get Elena her life back.

I slip out of the bed after I made sure that she's sound asleep. I place a soft kiss on her cheek – "I'm sorry." I whisper before I turn my back to her.

I sneak out of the room, trying to be as silent as the old house allows me. I hold my breath when I hear the floorboards squeak under my shoes, Elena stirs a little in her sleep, but doesn't awake and I let myself breathe a little easier.

I am almost to the front door when my brother's voice stops me.

"Sneaking out, aren't we?"

"Damon..." I warn, not bothering to turn around yet.

"I'm not going to stop you, if that's what you're getting at."

"What do you want then?" I spin around; he's leaning casually against a wall, arms crossed, wearing his trademark smirk.

"You know I heard your little talk earlier." He says.

"I guessed much, but I really don't care about your opinion." Well, that's not entirely true.

"She begged you to stay, Stefan and yet, here you are; ready to jump into the adventure of finding Destiny, all the while suspecting that I have some ulterior motive." Damon purses his lips a little, waiting for my response.

I close my eyes, running a hand over my face; I really don't understand why I am having this conversation with Damon.

"What am I supposed to do then, huh?" I ask. "Finding Destiny is the only lead we have right now, and yes I don't trust you, and I do think that there might be more to it, but I don't have a choice, do I? I said I would fight with Elena and this is what I am doing now. I know that I am betraying her, especially her trust. She might even hate me for this, but I have to do something, Damon."

"Save the morality speech, brother. I don't need one." He rolls his eyes. "I am glad that you're doing this, it shows that you've still got balls." He grins at me and now I am the one rolling my eyes.

I turn back to the door, placing my hand on the handle, but before I exit I turn to give Damon one last glance – "Keep her safe for me, please. I know that you don't care for her, but I do and if you have any shred of the old Damon I knew, left in you, you will do that to me."

He doesn't say a word and with that I push down the handle and enter the chilly weather.

Where do you start looking for a woman who is basically one of the most hard to find person's on earth? The only logical place I can think of is heaven, but going there is risky and dangerous, but I can't think of any other site that might hide her, so I decide to give it a go.

When I arrive at heaven, I am welcomed by nothingness. It's like the whole place is on lockdown, there's not a soul to be seen. I take a few hesitant steps around, looking for any threat, but I see no one. I had expected to run as soon as I arrived here, hoping that maybe I'll be lucky and I will find Destiny before I'm killed.

I wonder what has happened, has Klaus really got that desperate that he's declared a state of war up here?

I walk until I reach the corridor I was looking for. I figure if Destiny is hunkering up here somewhere, then she's got to be in one of those hundreds of rooms that are scattered around the white hallway.

When I enter the corridor, I see an endless tunnel, lined with white doors, each looking exactly the same. I take one last look behind me to make sure I have no unexpected company and when I don't see anyone, I close the door behind me.

I test the first door on my right – it won't open. The door on my left won't open either. I wonder if I'm able to open any of these doors, maybe this isn't the right place. I actually have no idea what could be hidden in those rooms, if they are rooms at all, angels were never allowed to enter them; the only one I've seen coming here was Klaus.

I walk over to the next pair of doors. Locked. So are the next ones and after trying what might have been a hundred pairs of doors, I am losing my patience. I look ahead of me and I see no end to it. Also the white walls, white doors, white floor and ceiling are making my head hurt. When I look back I can't point out where the main door, the entrance to this hall was and I start to panic. What if this was some elaborate trap to get me away from Elena? What if Damon betrayed me in the worst way possible?

No, I can't possibly think like that, I try to calm myself. He is my brother; he wouldn't do that to me. But there is this other part of me which says that my brother was lost when he fell, he doesn't care and he doesn't want to care. All he thinks about right now is getting his revenge. Revenge on Klaus, on me. I feel like suffocating.

I start to run, desperately trying every door to open for me, but I get nothing. I run for what must have been hours. I don't know, I lose track of time. My heart is racing and all my hopes are slowly being crushed. "You're stuck here forever." It keeps playing in my head, never ceasing to sow new seeds of terror in me. Forever.

I want to give up, I want to fall down on my knees, and never to stand up again, but something is stopping me. My legs carry me automatically, my hands try every doorknob automatically, it's like I've got no control over myself.

I run for another hour. Then a voice suddenly stops me.

"Stefan."

I turn around and I see Elena. She looks at me with eyes filled with worry. I am frozen on the spot, how is it possible that she's here? Did Damon bring her? No, it can't be, my mind must be playing tricks with me.

"Elena?" I ask my voice shaky. "What are you doing here? How did you...?"

"Stefan, I'm here to help you." She smiles, but it doesn't seem sincere to me. "Come." She beckons, opening a door to her right; she reaches out her hand to me. "You'll find what you're looking for right here. Come with me Stefan." Elena coaxes.

My feet involuntarily take a step forward, then another and another until there's only a little amount of space separating me and Elena. She smiles again and nods her head, encouraging me. I take her hand.

It's warm and it feels like it belongs to Elena, but something is missing. I look her straight into eyes and everything seems fine, but I can't feel it. I can't feel what I feel every time I touch her, the current that flows through my body, even from the slightest touch I am zapped by the electricity that runs between us, but not now.

"Elena, wait." I say.

"There's no time, Stefan, we have to go." There's urgency in her voice.

"No. I won't go before you tell me something."

She lets out a sharp breath, like she's annoyed with me. She gives me another smile, but this time I know that something is off.

"Yes. What is it you want to know?" Elena asks.

"When we touch, what do you feel?" I put my other hand over our already joined hands. I still don't feel anything.

She tilts her head, studying my face for a while, before answering – "I feel your skin against mine Stefan. I feel the heat, I feel like you belong with me."

I back away, letting go of her. "You're not Elena."

She smiles again, but this time the smile is menacing, evil. Her eyebrows rise up and she pouts her lips slightly – "What gave me away?" her voice is icy, she saunters away from the door, closer to me, I retreat again another step. "Was it the clothes? The way I spoke? My hair?"

"Who are you?" I ask, although I'm starting to get the idea.

"Tsk, tsk, Stefan. Not so fast." She waves her finger in a warning way. This woman's movements are not like Elena's at all. They're deadly, dangerous, some might say even sexy.

"Who. Are. You?" I repeat, putting emphasis on every word.

"Ugh, you're so impatient, why can't we have a little fun first?" she whines. "I'm so lonely all the time; you can't imagine how boring it is over here. I rarely have any visitors and usually it's only Klaus, and he's dull as dishwater." She rolls her eyes, Elena's eyes.

"You're Destiny." I say it out aloud, testing the name on my tongue.

"Aah, and ten points go to Stefan Salvatore!" Her face is beaming by now.

"Why let me run around here like a fool and then come to me as Elena?" My voice comes out harsher than I intended, but seeing this woman – the mirror image of Elena – makes me so angry.

"As I said before, I was bored. And you're hot. So I watched you for a little while." She takes another step forward, her hips swaying. This time I don't budge. "When I had enough of watching you, I wanted to have some more fun with you." She runs her finger across my chest. This is not Elena. She's not Elena.

"But coming to you in my true form..." Destiny licks her lips, "wouldn't have given me the results I expected. Although it turns out coming to you as the woman you love... well, let's just say that you're stronger than I thought." Her eyes are now piercing into mine, and it's slowly driving me insane.

"Would you please," the tone of my voice is clipped, "stop that."

"Why?" she asks. "It's amusing to see you struggle so much with yourself."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "Do you even know why I'm here?"

"Of course I do." Her voice, Elena's voice, is so close to my ear. She's not Elena.

"Will you help me?"

"I don't know, will I?" she teases, her body so close to mine.

"Stop it!" my anger bursts out and I slam her against the wall, surprising her and myself. I have never been a violent person.

For a second I detect a hint of fear in her eyes, but then it dissolves as quickly as it appeared and she lets out a giggle. "Playing rough, aren't we, Stefan? I like it."

I step away from her, disgusted with myself, with my behaviour. If it were truly Elena and I did that to her, I would hate myself for all eternity.

I rub my temples, trying to calm the storm that's brewing inside my head. She's not Elena.

"Please." I beg. "For what it's worth, please stop." I raise my head to look at her.

Her face immediately drops after hearing my words, hearing the desperation behind them. "Fine." She sulks. "Have it your way then, but you don't know what you're missing."

The atmosphere around us shifts and before my eyes Elena becomes Destiny. She looks as if she's in her mid 20s; her long, golden hair is falling down in soft curls over her shoulders to her waist. Her eyes are the colour of ice, pale blue, scary even. They remind me a bit of Damon's, although his aren't that harsh. The cheekbones of her face are prominent as are her lips, which are the colour of blood. She's dressed in a long ivory coloured gown, which leaves her arms and shoulders bare. All in all, she is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen in my life.

"Happy?" Destiny asks, and her voice startles me. It's like a thousand harps are playing at the same time, it's so melodious you could be hypnotized by it.

I nod, unable to tear my gaze away from her.

"Let's get down to business then, or have you changed your mind about having a bit of fun?" Destiny smiles and steps towards me, with the same sway in her hips as before. Apart from her looks, everything about her, which I saw earlier when she was pretending to be Elena, is the same.

"No." I say. "Let's do this."

Destiny lets out a sigh – "Fine. Business it is."

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