The Gilbert Secret

Chapter 25

Flicking through books trying to find an explanation for my eye change I look up, seeing Stefan closing yet again another book and sighing. "Are you sure you saw something not just a reflection?" I quiz him closing my book and placing it back in the book shelf. "Yea there was definitely a change Aurora, and you shouldn't have been able to so easily handle Bethanne she is older than me, I would have struggle."

Shrugging my shoulders not having any answers for Stefans worries. "Let's go rest up yea? We have plenty of time to look into all of the mysteries of the word" he nods and smiles up at me as I wave at him and head back up to my room climbing into bed.

"Aurora" I open my eyes hearing a voice, looking around I don't see or hear anyone nearby besides Stefan and Damon in their own rooms. Laying back down and closing my eyes "Aurora!" I heard it again. Sitting up I'm no longer looking around my room but around the forest floor "Hello?" I call out looking around me Suddenly the man from my last vivid dream is here "Aurora, Its been awhile love" "Who are you? why does this feel so real? Where am I?" Shaking his head with a devious grin "Aurora Lockwood have you really forgotten who you are?" Lockwood? This is some fucked up dream

"Aurora Gilbert" I correct suddenly his eyes flash a beautiful golden brown looking into my own eyes with a smirk "What have you done to me, why am I here" "Your nowhere love. Your still in your room. I'm just simple using the help of a witch to help you remember who you truly are" Suddenly everything is black I look around and it's not long before I start getting videos rushing around me. The first one to still in my vision is Carol Lockwood holding two babies, both with Dark hair she's crying kissing one of the babies on the head before it's taken away.

Suddenly that picture is replaced with a new one. A baby is being laid down in front a door in a basket with a note attached to the backet dangling off the side is a rattle, with a moon crescent present on the side. That rattle looks familiar, like I've seen it and ran my fingers over the carving on the side before. Suddenly I have a gut wrenching feeling, like I'm being pulled up and held off of the ground with gravity trying its hardest to reset me onto the earth's surface. Everything is black again and then I feel hands on my shoulders and I'm back in my room looking to my side I see Stefan looking at me worriedly "What happened?" I ask him looking around me noticing I'm not on my bed but on an ottoman before it. "Aurora, you were thrashing about and fighting something holding you down, when you opened your eyes, they were golden again, but you weren't 'here'. What did you see?"

Removing his hands as I stand up, going over to the mirror to look at my eyes again, I sigh as I see no difference. "I had this weird dream, like it was real. It's not the first time I've had vivid dreams like this though. The same guy too. It's like he's trying to speak to me. I'm probably going crazy" I Shrug and Stefan gives me a soft smile. "What did he want?" I Slightly shake my head with a weak smile

"Something about finding out who I truly am. He called me Aurora Lockwood and then I saw these weird like memories almost. One of Carol Lockwood holding twins, one was taken away and the next memory was a baby being left in a basket at a door with a note and rattle. I swear I've seen the rattle before somewhere" "Who showed you these?" "In the first dream he called himself Niklaus, we were running with wolves. He had golden eyes too... He mentioned something about a witch helping him"

After talking about it and bringing Damon into the discussion it was agreed that we would drop it as whatever it is has witch business all over it and recently, I've been trying to steer clear of witches not wanting to get on the wrong side of nature. There is one thing I can't stop thinking about though, who was that baby? And why do I recognize that rattle? Walking into my old house heading up to my old bedroom and on my dresser as if it had always been there. A rattle, With a moon crescent on the side.

Staring at it wide eyed picking it up in my hands and Everything goes black around me again. Suddenly I'm looking at the rattle again, but it's as if I'm a baby looking at it in my baby hands. Looking around I notice I'm in a crib in my bedroom. My mother walks over to me and picks me up walking over to a mirror pointing out our faces in the mirror. I'm staring back at my mother, the same as I remember her but a bit younger and the baby from the two memories earlier today, that baby was... Is me... I was taken from my mother and father at birth and left on a door step for the Gilberts to take me in and raise me as their own.

Opening my eyes again I'm back in the present. Dropping the rattle, taking a step back, hitting my bed and falling onto it. Shock is all I can feel, is this how Elena felt when she found out she was adopted? Why did I never question this? Oh My God... Is the other baby Tyler? Am I a twin, is that why I feel connected to him... Looking around grabbing my phone and calling Damon

"Aurora, Kinda busy at the moment. Little Stefan issue right now" "I'm not a Gilbert" I Blurt out still trying to register everything and not lose it knowing vampires tend to over react with the heightened emotions. "I'll be there in 5" he hangs up and I'm left holding onto my phone looking ahead in shock.

Suddenly I'm feeling arms wrap around me. Looking to the side not realizing how long I must have been standing here I see Damon pulling me into a hug. Leaning into his chest feeling secure again "Im not a gilburt" I look up to him with tears in my eyes and he just moves his hand to my hair and strokes it. "Hey, hey. It's ok. What makes you say that." I look down at the Rattle on the floor and bend down to grab it cautiously.

"This is the one I saw in my dreams. When I picked it up before I had another memory." I Pause and take a breath turning to face Damon with my tears now running down my check "It was My mother, or Miranda... Holding me, I was in this room in a crib playing with the Rattle, we ended up looking into the Mirror and I saw the babies face, well my face... and it was, I was... The same baby Carol had taken away..." Letting a sob fall out passed my lips I look down "I'm not a Gilbert. I'm, I'm a Lockwood..."