Metanoia - A journey of changing one's heart, mind, or way of life.
Emalyn Gilbert never knew what her purpose was, all she knew was that someday she would find it. A journey full of doppelgangers, vampires, witches, and death was not what she had i...
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Lyn didn't know how much time had passed when she woke up, but it was like she could tell that something had shifted. As if everything in the world had just gone undeniably off track in a way that no one could have predicted. "Took you long enough,"
Lyn rolled her eyes at Katherine as she pushed herself up from the bed with a soft groan. The older doppelganger was looking at her whilst twirling a strand of hair on her finger. "What do you want, Katherine?"
Katherine smirked, looking down at Lyn contemplatively. "You know, I don't actually hate you, Lyn,"
"I'm flattered," Lyn deadpanned, giving Katherine a flat look.
Katherine gave a small, genuine laugh and Lyn didn't like that she was the cause of it. "You should be. There aren't a lot of people who could torture me and get off unscathed."
"What can I say? I'm a prodigy." Lyn didn't mention just how true that statement rang. She had begun exceeding expectations since the day she stepped into middle school.
"Look, I don't do touchy speeches. But if I were you, and I've been you, I would get the hell away from this town as soon as you can," Lyn looked at Katherine in confusion. This wasn't actually happening, was it? There was no way that Katherine freakin' Peirce was giving her advice. And there was definitely no way that her advice might actually be halfway decent...right?
"Since when do you care?" Lyn asked somewhat rudely but also somewhat genuinely.
Katherine smirked for a moment but Lyn could tell that somewhere behind that smirk was vulnerability.
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Lyn and Katherine both took to processing their impatience in different ways. Where Lyn paced so hard the practically made holes in her shoes, Katherine sat stiffly on the bed, barely moving a muscle.
Finally, after an agonizing day of waiting, which followed the day she had been unconscious for, the door creaked open. Lyn paused her pacing to turn her head in that direction. Stefan appeared, slowly making his way into the apartment.
"Hello, Katherine," Stefan greeted stiffly. Before Katherine had a chance to reply, Stefan's gaze flicked to Lyn. It didn't even take a second for Lyn to understand what must have happened. Her mind was racing. His eyes were more sympathetic than they would have been if Elena was simply a vampire. Someone had died.
She lifted her chin and did her best to keep her composer. In a cold, detached voice which was all she could manage, she asked, "Who?"
"Lyn..."
"Stefan. Who?" The vampire sighed sadly, his eyes still unbearably sympathetic.
"Jenna." He said shortly. "Klaus used Jenna as the vampire,"
The world shook beneath Lyn's feet, her ears ringing in shock. She wanted to scream, to shout at the sky for how terribly unfair this was. After everything they had done to try and protect Jenna –Jenna who had taken care of her orphaned nieces and nephews whilst being in grad school herself, Jenna who had held them while they cried and comforted them despite her own raging grief– she was still dead.
