A/N: Enjoy! Please review. And I made up the name Ginnavia, and I own the name. Thank you. So glad that if you're reading this you thought the last chapter was great, were bored, but either way thanks or reading. You'll see Elena and Ginnavia today and don't worry after this chapter we will be going to season uno.

I do not, under any circumstances, own TVD. But I do own my characters. Yay!

"Damon, stop it!" Stefan hissed, his face contorting and grey veins popping into view on his darkening face and reddening eyes. "I don't want you to hurt her."

They stood in the boarding house's front yard, a smashed window and scattered glass behind them, evidence of an already sour conversation earlier. The moon shone sweetly down on the bitter situation. Brothers pushed apart by Miss Pierce. They both glared at the other, faces pale and a pair of cold bright blue eyes meeting those of a warm forest green orbs.

"You really aren't very bright, are you brother?" Damon chided icily. He smirked at Stefan, making him growl once more. The eldest tutted, waving his finger in front of Stefan's face causing him to get angrier. This appeared to amuse him. "You see, if you were to reason with me with your 'goody two shoes speech'- and believe me, I stopped caring and listening a long time ago- I could easily become bored. Now both you and I know how I don't do bored." Stefan was about to speak when Damon barreled on, pretending to be oblivious to his brother's attempt to rebuke him. "Anyways, it's been way too long since I've seen Katherine's face thanks to my brother," he spat out the last word as if it were venomous. "But, eh- Elena's the next best thing."

Damon was gone with a blur of shadows, leaving Stefan running his hands through his hair nervously. What was he going to do? How could he stop Damon while being on the animal diet that naturally made him weak? He didn't know the answers to these questions but he knew what he had to do now. He needed to get to the Katherine look alike before Damon did, or before he hurt her.

As the car came into view, Damon ran along swiftly, shroud in shadows. He looked into the back seat to find an upset looking girl. His breathing hitched and he came a little closer. He knew Elena looked like Katherine, but this was uncanny. This was Katherine in every way. He just had to talk to her, to see if she knew anything about his Miss Pierce. But then again, she probably didn't know about any of this because of Stefan's anxiety that she would see Damon moving at vampire speed. So he could simply kill her, without having many consequences.

He rushed to the middle of the road, bracing himself for impact to stop the car. Through his dazed thoughts, he hadn't seen the opposite oncoming car until it had already skidded to the side of Wickery Bridge. The Gilbert's car hit him, sending it falling off the edge with a dizzying spin, landing with a large splash. Something in the distance caught Damon's attention, someone was out there. He turned away, shrugging, and dashed away with an arrogant smirk that seemed to be permanently etched on to his face.

So kill her it was.

As Stefan neared the scene, he pushed a little further before diving in and taking out Elena. He fumbled with the seat belt before letting a few precious bubbles rise to the surface and ripped apart her safety harness. It wasn't her fault she looked like her, she didn't deserve to die. Something that Damon was apparently having a hard time figuring out. He pulled her body on to the bank, and locked eyes with the girl already there. She was drenched, her clothes sticking to her curvy form. Her curls were stuck to her, and her hands were shaking. She looked the same age as Elena, yet she was maybe five foot one to two. He wanted to make her forget about him, but seeing as he had already used most of his limited energy running over and bringing up the doppelganger, he couldn't. The girl's inquisitive eyes were a honey brown, shining with unshed tears, rimmed in black. They were pretty against her tan skin and almost black russet and brown colored hair. He turned away, and rushed off with his vampiresque speed. He couldn't look at the girl's sorrowful face anymore. It felt as if it actually was himself that had lost half of his family. But, then again, he had already lost everyone in his family. His mind flashed to Damon before he slowly shook his head as he rushed out of sight from the police and paramedics. He'd lost everyone in his family.

"Miss, the doctors are doing their best to save your sister. But does she have any allergies to medicine?" The nurse probed. The timid and soaked Ginnavia shivered, casting her worried glance to her sister's hospital room where she was hooked up to beeping and blinking machines that she would have normally been enthralled by, but under such circumstances didn't give them a second thought besides, that's what's keeping Lily alive. She gave the nurse, Betty Lisa as she read the name tag, a weary shake of her head that was followed by another tremor down her arm. Ginny tried to duck away but the lady looked down at her and grabbed her arm tight. "Where do you think you're running off to?"

Eyes widening, Ginnavia rushed to the hall across from them, reading the useful signs that pointed to the closest bathroom. As she flung herself in, she scampered to the sink and seized the sides so strongly her knuckles turned white. Her left eye started to twitch and it seemed it was infectious because it slowly spread down her arm. Her limbs started to shake. A searing pain started in her chest that felt not unlike when she had panic attacks. It got harder for her to breathe, and she felt lighter. Everything in the room started to sway, and Ginny reminded herself that she was the one tilting. Her arms gave out and she sank to the ground. She was pathetic, and she scolded herself for being so weak. Spontaneously, a sharp pain ripped through her chest. She squirmed under the intensity of sword of torture, bending at it's will. Finally, her rapid breathing slowed but she could hear this humming. She turned to the still running water from faucet and tried to turn it off but she was too weak. She fixated on it, and with a swoosh of air, the knob was shut. She screwed up her eyes and decided to ignore it.

Just as everything was dimming and her eyes seemed to be shutting of their own accord, she heard a yelling voice outside, at the nurse Betty Lisa's desk. The person seemed not only irritated or aggravated, but furious. She heard a slam of a palm against a desk that helped the limp girl keep her exhausted eyes open. A doctor passed by the bathroom door, and Ginny prayed they would just pass. She could already feel the imaginary embarrassment if someone saw her in such a fetal position. Her fingers shook as she heard the doctor ask the enraged women at the desk what was wrong. She heard a yelling match between nurse and angered lady, too groggy to hear much besides her name mentioned through out the heated argument about if the lady could see Ginny. The doctor's soft and calming voice interrupted them and he sighed dejectedly, he told the nurse to get the girl. She caught the nurse's apprehensive last comment .

"I thought she was around here," she said disbelieving, followed by a "She couldn't have gotten that far." The lady outside scoffed. She sounded younger. She mumbled something under her breath that sounded a heck of a lot like, "This is why I don't want her to be in the foster care by the government."

As the nurse searched for Ginny and the doctor politely excused himself from them, the girl felt some of her strength come back. She pushed herself up into a sitting position, leaning against the wall with one leg tucked into the other. Her head throbbed and her ribs hurt. She reached back, only to find that her shock blanket must have fallen off as she had run away from the wicked nurse of the west. She examined her arm to find it bruising already, from both the nurse and the... wreck. Her neck was sore, her throat was raw from spitting out and choking on the water, and she was cold. She examined her clothes. They were the same drenched clothes she'd been wearing for the last couple hours. She had adamantly refused to have someone look after her while they could be saving someone. Someone like her sister.

"Ah, I see that kids' hiding spots from people haven't changed much," kindly smiled a lady that looked about in her twenties with wavy golden blonde hair. Her eyes were a tender hazel and she looked about five six. "How are you doing?" Realization dawned on her and she quickly changed her wording. "I mean, how are you holding up?"

"Okay," Ginny's voice didn't sound like hers. It sounded quieter, hoarse. She cleared her throat and tried again. "I'm okay." She smiled as if that would help hide the red eyes and nose, the slumped shoulders and twisted corners of her mouth. The squinted eyes and fidgeting hands. Her hollow expression.

"I'm Jenna Sommers," Jenna said quietly. Something about the girl's face reminded her of a deer in the headlights, or a spooked horse. "I'm Elena Gilbert's aunt." When she was only met with a confused glance she back tracked. "How long have you been in Mystic Falls? It's a pretty small town. I'm sure I would have seen you by now."

"We-" Ginny stopped herself and got used to the phrase 'I' in her head. "-I have been here for a little less than a week." She smiled that small smile that belonged just to her. She liked to think of herself as strong yet sometimes she was delicate. Could be smashed into pieces. Today had been one of those times. And in the wreck she had been shattered.

"Oh, what's your name, honey?" Miss Sommers spoke tenderly. Almost cautiously. Her pale hands lay neatly in her lap as she sat down next to Ginnavia, slouching in the same way. Ginny looked at her and felt ashamed that she had been so self absorbed as to not notice the red tint to Jenna's face, the look of loss. She knew that look. It had been staring at her in the mirror not twenty minutes ago.

"Ginnavia James," She spoke. "But you can call me-" A war seemed to be brought into her brain. Should she be called Ginny? After this night, was she still a girl named Ginny? Her sister had first called her that. And in that moment she understood that she only wanted her sister to call her that. It was between the two of them; a memory just for them. It was special.

"Call you what?" Jenna prompted as Ginnavia seemed to have been lost in thought. She reached her hand out to rest it reassuringly on the younger girl's shoulder. The said girl looked up with her honey gaze that trapped you, keeping you from looking anywhere else that were rimmed oily and framed by long, dark lashes.

"Call me Lux," She finally spoke. "It's my middle name." Ginnavia looked up at Jenna with a sort of sympathy and understanding that took the college girl by surprise. "But how are you holding up? I assume you knew the others in the crash."

Jenna frowned shyly. This girl was very perceptive. "Okay," She said. Immediately she realized it was what Lux had said too. And she understood that neither of them had meant it. "It was my sister and her husband. And Elena, yeah? She was the one at the- um, scene." She finished lamely. To her second surprise from Lux or Ginny in the same amount of minutes, the girl hugged Jenna. Jenna found herself hugging her back and crying. Something about the small girl seemed to put her at ease, and she was able to trust her with having just meeting her. Lux looked up and said as soft as a feather, "They're okay up there. You'll be okay here too, one day. You've got much more to look forward to."

Jenna pulled back and whispered to Lux, "Hey, since you seem to help me so much, let's introduce you properly to Elena." She grabbed the younger girl's shaking hand in a gentle hold and coaxed her up. "Come on, I've got you," she said as she supported the short figure as she tripped on her unsteady legs.

"Is she okay?" This made Jenna look at her with knowing eyes. She leaned down and looked into Lux's eyes. "Lilith is in a coma. They say she might not make it out. But she's going to be okay. You're going to be okay one day too."

"Okay."

The following months of school went by without much eventfulness. Lux had been staying at the Gilbert house with Jeremy and Elena as well as Jenna while she waited for the government to figure out who she was going to stay permanently with, seeing as her parents had not stated in their will whose care she would be put into of they were to die. They left her all of their money, and she spent the rest of her spring school year at Mystic Falls never really socializing with other sixteen-year-olds and online learning, leaving her ample amount of time to bond with Elena over movies, exercise, and reading or writing. She knew it wasn't the right time to be dropped into a new school, and especially high school. She would start the next school year where ever her new guardian lived. She sighed when she thought about it. Her sister was still in a coma at the hospital, she couldn't leave her. And Jenna, Elena, Jeremy, and the seemingly ever present Bonnie were part of her family now.

The day of her parents' funeral, she had worn her best black dress and dressed up just for Delilah, knowing she had always wanted her to be wear more fashionable clothes than jeans, cardigans, band tees, and the occasional skater skirt. She had sat at their grave, knowing that they should have been buried back in Oregon, knowing that this town that they didn't belong to had claimed their lives. Lux set down red roses, her mother's favorite and yellow tulips for her father. The sobs had racked her body, and she hadn't left until Elena had came to pick her up at nine o'clock that night, the whole time a crow had sat on top of the tombstone. She had simply sat there. She had prayed, and then she had laid there reciting The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe; imagining them next to her, laughing and playing poker, cashing in their candies.

And that night, when she came home, Jenna had been crying at the table, clutching a letter to her chest. Immediately, Lux came over, her own grief stowed away as she always did with all of her emotions. Except on those times where she felt safe. She felt safe here. "What's wrong, Jenna?"

"Not what's wrong," Jenna smiled through her tears. They were tears of happiness. "Look for yourself."

The letter was addressed to Jenna, and Lux's quick reading capabilities came in handy. The letter was from the judge that was in charge of her own case of guardianship. She frowned quizzically at Jenna before scanning through the rest of the letter. By the end, she was almost in tears herself. She ran at Jenna and gave her one of her famous bone crushing hugs. "So I guess you'll be staying in Mystic Falls under my care for a little longer than you thought you were going to," Jenna joked.

Lux turned to the smiling Elena and Jeremy and squished them both. "Did you guys know too?" She asked. They nodded and she went to bed that night, ready for summer to begin and end, ecstatic for her new high school and socializing time. She sat down to her room, it was a blue color. It had shelves for all her books and a seating edge window like in Elena's room. She didn't keep a diary but she wrote stories, about myths and scifi topics, and short stories that were sometimes historical. Reading the book Looking For Alaska for the hundredth time, she finally turned off her lights and went to bed with a smile on her face, book clutched in hand, and black raven staring at her from the window.

A/N: Okay was that good? Well 1x1 next and I will probably update quicker because it's hardcore snowing over where I live. Please review, I might not update as fast if I get no reviews, but thank for the fave and follows! Til next time.

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Savannah