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VII. THE MURDERER KNOWN AS TIME
TWO hours.
Ivy had been in the year of 2010 for two whole hours— she was sure she still had yet to truly comprehend the position she was in.
For her, it felt as though it had been two hours since she had seen her brothers shot before her and her father had thrown her into a burning church.
How kind of him.
She knew it had been far longer than that, but she couldn't quite grasp the reality of it all.
In its own twisted sort of way— it made sense.
She knew she would never have a happy ending; it was impossible for a woman like her in the time in which she grew up. It was impossible for a woman like her who loved in the way she did. A woman like her couldn't live a simple life in the settlement of Mystic Falls.
Of course— she never imagined that she would somehow end up in 2010 due to unexplained circumstances surrounded by her brothers who did not look a day older than the last day she saw them over 100 years ago.
Now, that was not exactly something she ever would've predicted for herself.
But ever since she was a child, Ivy knew that she was meant for more than the life of a wife and homemaker in Mystic Falls— she was destined for something; even if she did not know what it was.
But there was something about the allusive manner in which the woman, Emmeline, spoke; something that clued Ivy that her dreams of having a destiny greater than living on a plantation in Virginia and being a wife to a man whom she did not love was perhaps reality and not just something she would see when she closed her eyes to sleep at night.
There was a promise in the words Emmeline had shared with them. All in due time.
She was going to see them again.
She did not yet know why, but she knew deep in her gut that something felt right.
"CAN you stand?"
Ivy's eyes flickered to her twin's, her brows furrowing as she looked down at her legs. "I believe so? I remember how to at least, but I'm not sure how well my body has held up. I mean, I'm pretty old now, aren't I?"
Damon glanced over her face, turning her cheek to the side before nodding, "Yeah, I think I see a wrinkle or two."
Ivy's hands slapped against her cheeks, pushing against her skin in an attempt to locate the wrinkles on her face, her lips pushed out into a pout when she didn't feel anything, "Do I really? Please tell me I don't look like a grandmother."
