Two hearts made of stone. A little friction, and a spark erupted. That spark was the beginning of their love story. But, the fire was the end of it."
In which, the almighty tribrid falls for the hybrid she swore to never love, all over again.
"I've...
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Anastasia's eyes slowly fluttered open, her eyes adjusting to the light. She sat up confused and looked around to see that she was in her home town, a village in France. She glanced at herself and her jaw dropped. She was in her dress from the 1400s. Everything looked the exact same as she remembered. And then it hit her.
She died.
She remembered Alaric staking Klaus and the agonizing pain she felt as she died. If Klaus died, it meant that Damon, Stefan, Caroline, Marcel, they were all dead.
"No." She whispered, shaking her head in denial. But little did she know, they were all alive and well. The Salvatores, not so much since Rebekah and Alex made Elena and Matt drown under Wickery bridge.
Ana walked for a few minutes and immediately spotted the cemetery in which she would practice magic. A girl, about 3 years stood there with her back facing her. Ana walked towards the girl and gently touched her.
The little girl disappeared into thin air and she frowned. Ana turned around, feeling someone's presence. Standing there was a woman with brown hair and forest green eyes, similar to Stefan's. The woman, who looked like she was in her mid 20s smiled at Ana.
"Who are you?" Ana asked curiously while it seemed like the woman was taking in every detail, every inch of the tribrid's face.
"I am your mother." The woman simply revealed, a gentle smile on her face. Before Ana could react, her mother's eyes widened in fear. She gripped Anastasia by the shoulders and looked her dead in the eye.
"Run." She said and Ana frowned in confusion. Her mother looked at something above Ana's shoulder and looked back at her. Ana turned around to see women in black cloaks with their faces covered. The way her mother looked at them was enough hint that they were the bad people.
Without a second thought, she thrusted her hand forward to cast a spell. To her surprise, nothing happened. She tried again, but no vail.
"You magic doesn't work here, Anastasia. Run!" Her mother yelled and pushed Ana behind her. She screamed in horror when one of the woman slit her mother's throat with a large knife.
"No!" She yelled with tears in her eyes. The woman smirked and walked in Ana's direction. Ana took one last look at her mother's body and began running into the woods, while the women chased her.
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For what felt like hours, Ana kept running. Multiple wounds on her feet and her dress ripped in many places, she slid against a tree and panted, clasping her mouth shut with her hands. She wasn't healing, neither did her werewolf speed work. She was human. But, what was this place? Was it a memory?
Cautiously, she turned around to see that they weren't chasing her anymore. The brunette sighed in relief and stood up, dusting her dress.
"I have to get out of here." She muttered and began walking. As soon as she kept her first step, she hissed in pain.
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