On My Own (TVD Series)

Mother Dearest

Staring at me with their furrowed brows and piercing eyes, Damon and Stefan gave each other a long glance as the flames reflected against their ball glass. Illuminated by the fire, the three of us were covered in a cloak of complete darkness by the time the animals around the house had settled for the night.

"I don't get it...you saw her?" Stefan mumbled.

"...yeah, I think."

"I think is not as good as I did."

"I've looked into every possibility as to why she was even there...and if she was real."

"And what if she wasn't?" Damon sighed, rolling his eyes at me.

"...what if she was just a figment of your imagination...you were alone for days-"

"I didn't go crazy..."

"We're not saying that you did...but you siphoned magic from an eclipse, maybe there was a reaction and she appeared."

"If that happened then how come Katherine saw her." I blurted out.

"...wait, Katherine was there?"

Glancing slowly at the both of them, they each other another glance before scooting to the edge of their seats.

"Why was she there?" Damon asked.

"...it's a long story, but Katherine saw her and mom reacted like no other...that has to mean something right?"

"I don't know, Lauren... it's unlikely...dad told us she died."

"Dad also said he'd protect us...he almost set the two of you on fire," I mumbled.

"I just...I don't get it. It's been 200 hundred years since she left, and you just so happen to catch a glimpse of her in 1994." Damon questioned.

"...isn't there an explanation to that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, your family created prison worlds, right? Maybe she has put there accidentally..."

"Accidentally? Like how Joshua put Kai in a prison world..." I blurted out.

"Yeah, I mean-"

"You don't just accidentally enter one...someone has to put you inside." Damon sighed.

"Then how did the two of you get in?"

"...I was still the anchor when we entered 1994...it was like walking through an open door."

"Alright...then who put her there?"

"Let's not make assumptions...it's our mother we're talking about," Damon added.

"Then...let's backtrack to before she left-"

"You mean abandoned." I chuckled, sipping on my glass.

"...did she leave anything behind that you remember."

Whisking ourselves back to our lives in 1858, there was not a whole lot that I would've liked to remember. Our house was too big for the four of us, Damon had just become old enough to enlist, and Stefan had built up enough courage to sneak out of the house late at night to meet with some of the village girls nearby. I, on the other hand, was locked away in my room, painting away my imaginations until sunrise.

"Didn't she mention she wanted to go on a trip?" Stefan asked.

"...like in a wagon? or a boat..."

"No, I remember her mentioning a port...that she wanted to go back and visit family, I just don't know where."

"Mom didn't have family, Stefan...she was an orphan remember," Damon added.