The Mikaelson-Salvatore Heiress

Damon? Stefan?

"Cristina?"

I froze, the familiar voice slicing through the noise in my head like a knife. Slowly, I spun around, and for a moment, the world tilted on its axis. My heart stopped beating, or maybe it sped up so fast that I couldn't tell the difference.

"Damon?" I whispered, the name catching in my throat like it didn't belong there anymore.

It couldn't be. He couldn't be here. He was dead. They were both dead. I was hallucinating again. That's what this was just another trick of my mind.

"No. No, no, no," I muttered, backing away and shaking my head. "This isn't real. I forgot my medicine again, didn't I?"

"Cristina," he said, his voice quieter this time, softer in a way I didn't recognise. "It's me. I'm here."

"No, you're not," I insisted, my voice rising. "You can't be. I watched you die. I watched. I buried you in my memories and locked the door. You don't get to come back now. You're not real!"

But he didn't disappear like the other hallucinations had. He stepped closer instead, his eyes locked on mine, and there was something in them that felt too vivid, too alive to be a figment of my imagination.

"I'm real, Cristina," he said firmly, taking another step forward. "I'm standing right here. And I've been looking for you for a long time."

I stumbled back, the edge of the curb catching my heel, and he reached out instinctively, his hand gripping my arm to steady me. His touch was warm, solid. Real.

"Damon?" I whispered again, my voice breaking this time. "How? How are you here? How are you alive?"

His lips curved into that familiar smirk, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "It's a long story. One we can talk about after you stop running and let me help you."

I stared at him, my mind racing. This was impossible. But so much of my life was impossible. And yet, here he was, looking at me like I was the same little girl who had run from everything all those years ago.

I hugged him. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders. "your alive..." I let out a breath i didn't know i was holding. I pulled away and then was rushed away. I opened my eyes and we were at the Salvatore Boarding house.

Stefan ran downstairs and froze when he saw me he looked at Damon, who nodded in confirmation that he wasn't crazy. We did the hugs and the how are you alive, Stefan teared up. Then the door opened and when i saw who it was i was confused. I sped over to her and she jumped. It couldn't have been Katherine. Katherine wouldn't dress like that, her hair is curly and her makeup is darker.

"Katherine?" I tilted my head as Damon and Stefan walked over just in case i hurt her. "No.. your not her." 

"Christi, this is Elena she is Katherine's-" I cut him off still looking at the doppelganger.

"Doppelganger, yes i figured. Whats your name love?" She looked scared but she straightened up when she saw Stefan give her a slight nod. 

"Elena, Elena Gilbert. Who are you?" She raises her eyebrow at me and crosses her arms. Why was she so defensive already. Lets see. She walked in when i was hugging Stefan. She doesn't know thats my brother. He used to date Katherine. Ah, thats it. Their dating.

"Christina Salvatore." Elena's eyes widened.

"They didn't tell me they had a sister, especially one that looks younger then me" I narrowed my eyes. 

"Let's just say they didn't know i was alive until recently."

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