Author's Note: Here it is, the last chapter. Now, this story will continue and I hope to have the sequel up soon, but I am thinking of writing another TVD story following the fourth season finale. I don't know which one will be up first, but please look for them! PLEASE...if you have any ideas about what couples you want to see, or any ideas, feel free to let me know. I'm open to suggestion.
"So shall I say, so mote it be," Ilya yelled, thunder crashing in the background.
Damon and Stefan waited, unsure of what the witches had done.
Light from the thunder filtered in the attic, blinding all in attendance.
When Elena removed her arm from over her eyes she was pleased to see that her family hadn't betrayed her. Standing before her were the other five Petrova doppelgangers, each dressed in varying period piece attire. Nadia was the eldest having died in her eighties, and gave Elena a glimpse of the life she might have had if Rebekah hadn't ran her off the Wickery Bridge that fateful night. Eva appeared to be the first doppelganger, even before Katherine and was dressed in a simple cotton dress; she had lived into her fifties. Irena was dressed in the loveliest gown that reminded Elena of the fifteenth century. If she remembered correctly Irena was born the same time as Katherine. Silviya appeared to be in her late thirties, and if Elena's calculations were right had lived during the revolutionary war in the New England area. It was Sofiyah who surprised Elena. Sofiyah was the youngest of all of them, dressed in shorts and a plain white t-shirt with white slip on keds. She only appeared to be thirteen.
"Lydia," Sofiyah smiled. "I've missed you so much!"
Lydia smiled at her youngest cousin, before crossing the circle to embrace her. Her hand pressed against the back of Sofiyah's head, brushing her hair. Sofiyah had been born the same year as Elena and Amelia, living in Boston with her mother and adoptive father in an apartment building. Their upstairs neighbor had fallen asleep with a candle still lit. Sofiyah had woken up coughing from the smoke and made it outside to the safe place and waited for her parents. The building had begun to collapse when she saw her mother inside trying to break a window. Always the courageous, the teenager had run back in for her parents and she hadn't come out. That was almost six years ago. Lydia had been nineteen and heartbroken. She had loved that little girl like a sister.
Elena cried at the sight, imagining herself at that age. It wasn't that long ago really, and she wondered what had happened to her. Why hadn't Katherine been watching over her like she had Amelia?
Lydia let go of Sofiyah and looked into her eyes. "Remember the plans we made, little one?" Sofiyah nodded and looked around the room. "It's time. Are you ready," Lydia asked gently.
"I'm ready," Sofiyah responded. "My sisters took care of me on the other side. They helped me," she said.
"Go stand in the circle, little one," Lydia released the hand she had been holding and was glad when Sophie went to stand between Elena and Amelia. They should have been raised together, Lydia thought. They looked right together.
"Wait," Amelia said, "aren't we done? I thought our goal was to bring back the rest of the doppelgangers-"
"-So that we can lift the curse," Lydia interrupted. "There's still one thing left we must do. Katherine," she held out a hand to her friend, "I need the cure," and was relieved when Kat handed it over. Emptying it into the ceremonial bowl, Lydia went around collecting blood from the doppelgangers one last time before handing it back to her mother, Ilya who still invoked the Queen of the witches.
"Blood to Blood, we summon thee; blood to blood, return to me," Ilya chanted, "the soul of one dispersed in eight, tonight completes long awaited fate. Tatia Petrova, blood of our blood, take a foot hold in our physical realm so we might see this curse undone."
Once again thunder rolled, blinding everyone; only able to hear the frightening thumps that shook the attic floor. When the light dispersed and their vision returned, Caroline, Stefan & Damon all saw the same thing. All eight Doppelgangers laid motionless on the floor.