/ ☆ ---- ' 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼 ' )
| ˣ ' how can such an 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 soul live in this 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. ' ||
" --------- { 𝘛𝘝𝘋 } ☆彡
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 . . . . fiona, alongside her older brother Elijah, in search of the doppelgänger... read to...
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𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗈 ，𝖾𝗉𝗂𝗌𝗈𝖽𝖾 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 { 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 }
—— HER BODY JOLTED AWAKE, her eyes fluttered, trying to grasp onto the least bit of consciousness. Attempting to squirm away, she realized her hands and feet were tied with ropes from the burning sensation on her skin when she tugged at it.
Feeling hands travel up to her sleeve, where she had been injured the night prior to the kidnapping, she wanted to scream for help, but her throat was too dry.
"Want do you want?" She was able to rasp out the question, while she begged her eyes to stay open and stay aware of her current situation.
The man ignored it, "Ssh." He whispered, keeping his eyes on that one bloody spot of her pink shirt.
Elena whined in discomfort, "Please, I'm hurt." Her mind was begging her to find an escape before anything went any further, she felt violated, and she needed to get out.
The man moved his head closer to her shoulder, "I know. Just a taste." He practically growled at the smell of her sweet blood, feeling the need to feel it pour down his throat.
He leaned down further, the dark veins under his eyes appeared, and Elena's eyes widened in pure horror.
But, as if God had sent down an angel to save her, a woman with a strong accent stopped the man from feeding on her, "Trevor! Control yourself."
Trevor—so, the vampire has a name.
Trevor pulled away from the human girl, her heart pounding in fear, "Buzzkill." He said, rolling his eyes. Giving Elena one last look, he walked out of the room, leaving Elena and her saviour in the room.
Elena's fear filled eyes turned to the pixie-cut woman, although she did stop the man from feeding on her—no ounce of her body felt safer, "What do you want with me?"
The woman finally got a close look and the human girl on the dusty couch, "Oh, my god, you look just like her."
Elena shook her head, assuming they thought she was Katherine—surely they would know that she wasn't, right? They could tell by the beats of her heart, couldn't they? "But I'm not. Please, whatever you-"
The woman cut her off, tired of hearing her pleads to set her free—it wouldn't work, she needed her freedom too, "Be quiet!"
Elena didn't listen, she was nervous, her heart pounded so hard, she could hear ringing in her ears, she continued her plea out of pure fear, "But I'm not Katherine. My name is Elena Gilbert; you don't have to do this."
