The Petrova Bloodline

Chapter 11

Izabelah's POV

"Mm, Damon..." I muttered, swatting away his hand as I felt something cold and wet on my face, moving in careful movements, as though cleaning my face. "Baby, what are you doing?"

I heard him take in a pained breath, and I tried to remember what had happened, before the cloth was replaced by a soft towel, drying where he had been wiping. "Izzi..."

"Who else were you expecting, Marilyn Monroe?" I sighed, opening my eyes and looking up at him, as well as seeing Elena pacing along the floor of the boarding house. Oh... I, I hadn't been here in so long... It brought back such wonderful, and some heartbreaking memories. "W, what happened?" I asked, trying to sit up, finding that my head had been led in my boyfriends lap.

Oh that word made my heart flutter...

"Klaus happened, Izzi, and you'd better tell us what the hell he was doing in Alaric's body!" Elena shouted at me, making me, on instinct take away her voice, just because it upset my already pounding head. She stared at me, her hand clutching at her throat as she realised that she no longer had the ability to talk.

Grinning at her, I gave Dae a quick peck on the cheek and stood up, stretching out my body. "Not really any way to talk to your great grandmother, is it, Elena Petrova?"

"She's not a Petrova, Izabelah." Stefan growled at me, hugging his girlfriend who was now freaking out about her lack of voice.

Considering this, I nodded in defeat. "No, her father was a Gilbert, both adopted and biological, but Isobel, my however many great granddaughter, non-doppelganger, gave birth to you, meaning you are my descendent."

"Petrova." Stef realised, nodding at me. "You're something to do with the line, aren't you, the sister of the Original doppelganger or something."

Giving a short laugh, I shook my head. "No. I'm Tattia's mother, Stefan. I bore my daughter at 16, and I perfected an Immortality spell 10 years later, but only for a Witch to use, not anything else in the Supernatural world. For all intents and purposes, I am the Original Petrova, Elena."

I snapped my fingers, giving her back her voice and just as she was about to start shouting at me, she remembered that I could easily take away her voice again. "So, you had the original girl who looked like me? But, you never said anything."

"Why would I? You're not my daughter, my daughter died 1000 years ago, Elena, to my heart you, Katerina, Elizabeth, and one who only lived to 3 years, Nicola, you are all just carbon copies of my daughter." I realised something was wrong, glancing around. I felt off, like something was missing. "Uh, how long was I unconscious for? And where's Rosie?"

Damon was on his feet then, taking my hand and making me look at him, increasing the worry that was bubbling up inside of me. "You were out for around 2 hours, but no one's seen Rosie. You said she was a doppelganger of your sister, and something tells me the Rosie grew up with him meaning there's a good chance that he thought she was still alive if he saw her."

No... Oh, God, no... Niklaus had her, and I knew the rules of this, I couldn't go and get her, I just, I had to protect Elena first, to make sure that nothing happened to her. But my sister...

I buried my face in Damons shoulder, and he just held me tight, stroking my hair and whispering to me, trying to convince me that everything was going to be all right. But there was a good chance it wasn't going to be.

Curse those Rules.

"Izzi, we'll get her back. You said that Klaus and your sister were best friends, right? Would he really kill her if they were best friends?"