Authors note: Ch 3! Yay! I am honestly really liking how this story is progressing so far, please review and let me know what you think!

As always I don't own any of the characters from The Vampire Diaries or Pretty Little Liars. [Wish I did, that would be awesome! ]

Cecelia P.O.V.

"Sage? Bridget? Are you both alright?" I asked, seeing them swaying on their feet as Selena had. Sage's breathing was slightly off, unnoticeable to anyone who wasn't around her all the time. She was inhaling quickly but quietly, so silent it was as if she wasn't even breathing.

"I am fine." Came her short answer rather quickly. "As am I." Bridget said as she eased herself into the closest chair. Elijah was before her instantaneously, kneeling in front of her and grasping her hands in his holding them in her lap. He let go with one hand to hold her face, one of her hands followed suit to hold it there. "Well, it seems that Miss Bridget has had enough excitement for one evening. If you'll excuse us, I'll escort her to her room." Grasping one of her hands as he helped her to her feet, he also placed one hand on her waist to steady her.

'Wow.' I thought, 'He really was the perfect gentleman. And they were very well suited for each other.'

I jumped as a pair of strong arms wrapped around my wait and I felt someone nibble on my ear discreetly and teasingly. [of coarse I knew who it was instantly, it was my love, my Jason.] It felt so good and I leaned back into his chest, allowing him to continue. Opening my eyes I saw my brothers from my life in 1864, both looking like they wished to hurt Jason for being so forward with his affection towards me, their baby sister. [They didn't even know I still lived.] "Jason." I murmured and he stopped for a moment. "Suffer." He whispered even quieter, giving a pointed look at my brothers.

I gave out a small surprised yelp as he somehow lifted me up in his arms when I was in a very big skirted dress from 1864. In a flash we were in his room leaving Sage and Caroline behind alone. I couldn't bring myself to care much; they were safe I had reasoned. [Or that my brothers could probably hear our feverish kissing.]

Sorry, It's short. I didn't actually have much to put into this chapter, but I wanted to continue the way I wrote it and introduce Cecelia as planned. I will probably go into further depth later as to her life in 1864 with her two brothers and such.