Elena Petrova [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 5

A/N: Well, I have now reached almost 300 reads at this point which for me is a huge accomplishment. I want to thank all of you and I am so glad you enjoy my story. Here is chapter 5. I will try to update as soon as possible, but sometimes I won't be able to because I get really busy sometimes so I apologize in advance. Without further ado, here is the next chapter of Elena Petrova.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries.

Elena POV 

"Ding! Ding! Ding! We have a winner!" I exclaim sarcastically while I clap from my spot on the dining room table. They continue to look shocked that I decided to hop off the table and walk over to the duo before snapping my fingers in front of both their eyes. "Hello . . . Is anybody home?" I call, waiting for a response. Seeing as they weren't reacting I walked back to table and just leaned against it with Kol sitting in the only remaining chair in this house because like I mentioned earlier, we stabbed little Mary over there just a couple times. Okay, so we may have gone a little overboard, but you can never be too sure about whether a person is truly dead or not.

"How can you be an Original?" The doppelganger asked snootily. 

"Simple. I knew the Originals way back in the day and I got turned along with them. Is there anything else you feel you need to  know?" I ask in a patronizing voice with a smirk on my face as I stare at the doppelganger of my sister.

"What's your deal? I was just asking a question," she shudders in indignation as she looks at me with oh-so-fake innocent eyes. Yeah, nobody is falling for your act, least of all me. I just stare at her in disbelief because between the two of us, she the one who was acting rude when things didn't go the way she wanted.

"Fine. Little kiddies why don't you two take a seat and Uncle Kol and Auntie Elena will tell you a nice little story," I say as I continue to sit on the table with my legs crossed together. "It all started a little over 1000 years ago in the town now known as Mystic Falls . . . " I began.

". . . My family was one of the first to settle down there. In other words we are part of the reason it exists. Before relocating to the new world, my parents had just lost their firstborn daughter to a vicious winter. At the time, Finn was merely a toddler, as people say these days, and mother was pregnant with Elijah. He was born not too long after they settled and made a new home for themselves . . ." Kol said wistfully as he remembered being told this when he was little.

". . . Somewhere between 2 to 3 years later, the next child was born, but unbeknownst to everybody else, the child was born to Esther of an affair she had with the Alpha of a nearby werewolf pack. While Mikael did not actually know that Niklaus was not his child, it was if he subconsciously knew that Nikaus and he did not share the same blood. So throughout his childhood he would be beaten by Mikael for every little thing, whether it was not getting the right size of wood, or just simply being in the same vicinity as Mikael . . ." I continued, some of my anger towards Mikael showing through as I told them of what he put Nik through as a child. I still remember how Esther never did anything, never stood up for her child who was not at fault for her infidelity, but he was paying the price for it anyway.

" . . . Two years after that, the best and most awesomest child ever to be born entered the world. Me. As a child, I was the one who was closest to nature and magic. Magic was so enchanting, but obviously, that got taken from me. After me, there is dear old Rebekah who came a year later. She was the only female in our family of males because as I said, the older sister I was supposed to have never lived passed the age of 5 . . ." Kol told, but when he got to the part of how he used to be a warlock, he got really solemn and serious before turning back into his cocky persona that he had created for himself after being turned as a way to hide the way he was really feeling on the inside.