Previously on Visions of Clara:
"Who are you?" gasped Elena stepping backwards. "How did you get in here?"
"I'm Clara," said the girl. "And I need your help!"
Chapter 2:
"I promise you," said Clara moving forwards slowly, her hands outstretched as a sign of peace. "I won't hurt you." Elena noticed her accent, but could not place where it was from.
Elena looked at her slowly, and then quickly sped at Clara, her fangs bared and veins a murderous black. However, what happened was not anything Elena imagined.
Elena reached to tackle Clara, however when she reached the blonde girl, she just fell right through and collided with the solid wall. Elena ricocheted off, leaving dent marks, and fell back into the floor.
Elena was stunned, not knowing what had just happened.
Clara walked over to the girl and crouched beside her. "Now, as I said before," she said smiling at the shocked girl. "I don't want to hurt you. And, I would offer you a hand to help you up, but as you just saw, you'll just fall through me again."
Clara stood back up then walked back over towards the center of the room.
Slowly, Elena stood up warily and brushed the dust off of her white jeans.
"Who are you?" said Elena carefully sitting down on her bed.
"I will tell you," said Clara looking towards the door. "But right now, we have a guest."
At that moment, Caroline carefully knocked on the door and walked in.
"Are you ok?" said Caroline walking into the room and looking around. "I thought I heard you talking?"
"You don't see-" began Elena before she watched Caroline walk right through Clara's body.
Elena gasped in horror and toppled off the side of the bed, right into the pool of blood and the empty blood bag.
"ELENA!" shouted Caroline speeding over to the fallen Gilbert.
"Did I see what-?" Caroline then saw all the blood. "Oh God Elena! I know you're sad and all… but seriously! It'll be so hard to get this out!"
"Thanks for you consideration Caroline," mumbled Elena so low that Caroline didn't hear.
Caroline bent down and helped pick Elena up, but Elena was focused on Clara who was busy observing the open photo of her and Damon upon her bed.
"Elena?' whispered Caroline looking at where she was gazing at. She saw the photo and sadness overcame her.
Elena shook her head and looked at Caroline. "What?" she asked. She knew she had definitely lost her marbles.
"I was just coming to say that I was going out," said Caroline carefully, afraid Elena might crack if she talked to loudly. "But," she said looking around the room. She had just seen the dent marks in the wall. "I can stay if you want me to?"
Elena shook her head and looked down at her feet. "I'm fine Caroline," She said looking up. "Really, you go have fun."
"You positive?" said Caroline doubting Elena's judgement.
Elena nodded.
"Ok," said Caroline. "Call me if you need me."
As soon as Elena heard the front door close, she rushed over to Clara.
"What the hell was that?" shouted Elena in her face. "Why can I run through you? Why can't Caroline see you?" Elena then froze. "Oh my god," she whispered. "I've gone insane haven't I? You're a figment of my imagination. I'm having a psychotic break aren't I?"
Elena then began pacing wildly around the room.
"Oh my god, oh my god, OH MY GOD!"
"ELENA!" shouted Clara earning her attention. "If I could slap you right now, I would! I'm not a figment of your imagination!"
"You're not?" whispered Elena walking slowly back over to Clara.
"No," laughed Clara shaking her head. "I'm a vision, one that I am currently projecting into the room from thousands of miles away. And this is taking up most of my energy so we better hurry up because I will have to leave soon."
"What are you talking about?" said Elena sitting down slowly on her bed. "Where are you?"
"As of now…" said Clara looking at her feet. "I'm locked away in a cell, underground, in the country of Romania."
She took in Elena's shocked face and then smiled. "How about I start from the beginning?" Elena slowly nodded and Clara sat down cross-legged on the floor.
"My name is Clara Tradat and I am 5,000 years old. I grew up in a small village in the heart of Romania, but on my 16th birthday, the spirits of nature took my sole and changed it. They wanted to try and find a new super race. My family were the witches of our village, and after the ritual on the night of my birthday, I was half witch and half vampire. I saw what the spirits did to me, how they cursed me and turned me into a monster. I went on a rampage and, to my everlasting shame, I massacred half of my village. The spirits then saw their creation for what it really was, and they tore me out of the arms of my family. They locked me away in a cell and left me there to waste away. I have been there ever since, and I haven't seen my family since I saw their crying faces when I was taken away."
"But how can you be a vampire? Silas was the first supernatural being, but the first vampires were the Originals! It's not possible for you to exist! And besides, there can't be a hybrid of witches and vampires. Nature doesn't allow it!"
"Well of course nature doesn't allow it now, because they saw me. They saw how my powers and new abilities, mixed with my need for revenge and hatred, led to destruction. After they locked me away, they changed the patterns of nature, never allowing the creation of someone like me ever again. And I know about Silas and the Originals. I came long before them, and without me, they could not of been made. Because of my creation, nature could not entirely eliminate the supernatural line, so this then allowed for their creation, later allowing you."
Elena gazed into the young girls eyes and watched as a tear fell down Clara's cheeks. Clara turned her head and wiped her eyes.
"Why do you need my help?" said Elena kneeling down next to the girl.
"During my transition," whispered Clara looking down at her hands. "I had a vision. In this vision was a young girl, and she would be my savoir. She would save me from my imprisonment and save me from my curse."
"Who was this girl?" whispered Elena, though she already knew the answer.
"Her name was Elena Gilbert," whispered Clara. "And I have been waiting 5,000 years, saving whatever energy I could, so I could find you. And now I have.
Will you help me?' whispered Clara.
Elena smiled and nodded. "I would never abandon you now."
Clara and Elena then reached in for a hug, both forgetting about Clara's predicament, until Elena fell through her and onto the floor.
"Sorry!' gasped Clara standing up and looking down at Elena. She saw the shocked look in Elena's eyes and her dishevelled hair, and suddenly couldn't contain herself. She began laughing, and her laugh sounded like tinkling bells. Elena then smiled up and started laughing to.
She hadn't laughed or even smiled in weeks, and for once, she forgot about the picture that was sitting on her bed, and her sadness about Damon, because for once in weeks, she was happy. And she wouldn't lose Clara, her sun of happiness.
Fun Fact:
Clara's last name, Tradat means 'betrayed' in the Romanian language.
I hope you are liking the story so far! Comment anything in the reviews and I promise I will try and get Chapter 3 out soon!
~CSalvatore123