Author's Note:We are getting closer to the end of this story, and by end I mean the transition into our sequel. I'm so excited to reveal where this is going. Also, I created a poll but somehow can't get it to work or garner enough attention for it. That being said. PLEASE review and tell me what couple combination you want to see in the upcoming chapters/sequel. It can be a totally new couple or an old favorite.

Stefan didn't know why he was stunned. He had known there was another doppelganger out there and by definition she would be identical to his former flames; Katherine and Elena. But there she stood, tall and willowy; chocolate hair cut in a trendy inverted bob with edgy side bangs swept over a familiar set of eyes that had haunted him for over a century. Slowly, a smile spread across his face. "I'm Stefan," he said holding out a hand.

Amelia leaned into the handshake, her smile lighting up her entire face. "Hi," she flirted coyly. She was sporting a black silk tank top that flowed out underneath her bust line with a pair of skinny jeans and matching black suede boots. She held a khaki colored anorak jacket over her left arm and passed over the threshold, never taking her gaze from his eyes.

Footprints bounded down the stairs and Lydia leaned against the banister. "Mel! Thank god you're here."

"Anything to gain my freedom," Amelia said, setting her purse on the floor and allowing Stefan to hang up her coat. "What do I need to do?"

Lydia lead the way, ignoring the stern looks on Katherine and Elena's faces.

For Katherine it was alarming to see Amelia, though she has spent time watching over her as she had all of her lines, because she had made it her nature to protect them from Klaus. That protection was made possible by one thing only; anonymity. Now that she was here in the same place as the original hybrid who had spent his life terrorizing them it could only mean trouble if their plan didn't work.

Elena stepped forward, offering a hand and a smile. "You must be Amelia," she welcomed. "It's really good to meet you," and was surprised to find the other Petrova wrapping her arms around her. Elena melted into the embrace, feeling a long since forgotten feeling of warmth, family and belonging. Sure, Stefan had been there to save her at a time in her life where she was in danger of losing herself to her grief and mourning; his embraces always sweet and protective, while Damon had offered her excitement and sensuality, but there was nothing like the purity of being in the arms of someone who had and always would love you unconditionally like a parent or sibling.

Katherine stood forward, the jealousy she felt towards Elena quickly ebbing as once again another seemed so effortlessly to love her. Elena hadn't done anything to deserve Amelia's friendship and loyalty. It was Katherine who kept her secret, who watched and dislodged any problems that arose in Amelia's life. Where was the camaraderie between them?

Amelia pulled away and spotted Katherine before slinging her arms around her ancestor. "Long time, no see," Mel greeted. She could sense how perturbed Katherine was and knew instantly that her insecurities were getting the best of her again; Lydia had filled her in on all the goings on. "She's your daughter, too," Mel whispered in Katherine's ear. "Play nice, Kat."

Katherine rolled her eyes and clasped Mel's hand in hers, tucking it under her chin before kissing it. "So young but the wisest of all Petrovas. If I hadn't seen it for myself I would doubt you carried the Petrova fire even poor little Elena holds in her soul."

"Well, you know what they say," Amelia dropped into a seat next to Caroline, "Sunday's child is bonny and blithe, good and gay. I can't help it that you were born on a saturday."

"What is Saturday's child," Elena asked.

"Works hard for their living," Mel answered. "You're fair of face, but then again aren't we all," she joked. "It's actually kind of funny the things the three of us do and don't have in common. We are identical to the last strand of DNA, and pretty much have the same personality though certain aspects are brighter in each of us then the other. I mean," Amelia got off on her rant, "we were all born in June but on different days, we're all orphans-"

"What do you mean, 'we're all orphans'," Elena looked petrified and threw a glance towards Katherine as if asking for answers.

"Well, my mother was killed by a drunk driver when I was eight and my dad raised me until I was fifteen, when he suffered from a severe allergic reaction. Lydia's family stepped in since there was no one else, and Great Aunt Sonya became my guardian. When I turned eighteen she left to go join another nudist colony. Transferred everything back into my name and here we are. Three little orphans."

"You were born in june of 1992? What day," Elena asked. She was used to the idea of knowing that Katherine looked enough like her to be her twin but here was someone who was born in the same time, grew up with the same societal expectations and might even like the same music and books as her. It was a connection she was craving.

"June 14th. I'm eight days older than you, but only because my mother suffered from gestational diabetes and her doctor decided it was safer to deliver me early."

Caroline was glad that Amelia seemed to have more in common with her friend than their ancestor but she had tons of thoughts running through her mind. Sitting forward, she addressed the only conscious witch -after glancing at her friend, who was laying across an old settee in the Salvatore attic- "You said visitors, plural. Who else should we be expecting?"

Lydia smiled at the sound of the doorbell.