For You, My Love, I Would Do Anything

Chapter 1: Back to 1492

"What the hell do you even need from us, anyway? Our plan to kill Klaus failed and your plan to murder your demonic children bit the dust. Our alliance should be over," Damon snapped as he, Elena, and Stefan followed Esther into her little lair within the Mikaelson mansion.

"Damon," Elena gently reprimanded him.

Damon rolled his eyes but listened, instead opting to glare at the Original Witch.

"As you all know, the root of Niklaus' problems stemmed from the fact that he was a triggered hybrid who had his werewolf side bound, and that the blood of the Petrova doppelganger line had been used in the spell," Esther began.

"Yeah, so? You're feeding us the same information Klaus was when he invited us to that makeshift dinner party," Damon said, crossing his leather clad arms over his chest.

Esther gave the older of the Salvatore brothers a disapproving gaze before she continued, "Katerina Petrova's blood would have given Niklaus the key to unlocking his curse if she had been sacrificed. She had turned into a vampire and in turn, destroyed nearly as many peoples' lives as my son had."

"Yeah, and the little bitch continued to run and destroy people," Damon responded.

"Klaus killed Katherine's family, Damon," Elena looked at him as she said this.

Damon looked at her incredulously. "You're defending her?" He asked.

"No," Elena glared. "I just know what it feels like to see every person I love die in front of me."

The room went deathly silent and Damon looked uncomfortable as he faced Esther again.

Esther rose an eyebrow before clearing her throat and saying, "That is precisely why I've asked you to come here. I am going to send you three back in time to see if you can alter the past. Altering the past means altering the future. If you alter the future, everything changes; people, events, etc. I want you to go back in time to the year it all changed," She began to chant in an unfamiliar language---Latin, maybe---and the trio instantly took a collective step back.

"Hold on, I did not sign up to be someone's guinea pig for time travel," Damon barked but Esther didn't listen and the next thing they all knew, they disappeared from the foyer of the Mikaelson manor to an unfamiliar setting.

"Damn it. Never trust a witch," Damon snarled as they dropped onto the ground somewhere. Rising and wiping off the dirt on his jeans, he stood up and looked around.

"Where the hell are we?" Damon asked, taking a look around at the strange scenery. Carriages with horses were everywhere, the women dressed in elegant clothing and the men with appearances of what looked to have been royal fabric. The fact that little villages were everywhere didn't help him deduce anything.

"These are all noblemen and noblewomen," Stefan murmured, half to himself and half to Damon.

Elena, who was standing next to him, looked at him curiously. "Noblemen and noblewomen," she questioned. "But...that places us somewhere in the 1400s, doesn't it?"

Stefan nodded, the confusion warring with the interest. "Yes," he confirmed.

Damon, meanwhile, locked his eyes on a particular woman up ahead. She was wearing an emerald green dress that flowed to her feet, a dress that had sleeves that hid her arms from view. Her curly chocolate hair bounced with every step she took and her face was alight with the excitement for the scenery that only a newcomer could possess. Her brown eyes were shining just as equally as she smiled and curtsied politely to all that approached her. Even though she was only one girl amongst a sea of several others---elegant and peasant---Damon instantly knew where they were.

"No way," he mumbled, never removing his gaze from the girl standing only a few feet away.

Elena and Stefan, hearing his quiet mumble of surprised, also turned their heads and focused on the person in Damon's line of sight. "Stefan," Elena gasped, her eyes wide as saucers, "That's...."

"I know," Stefan said grimly, watching as the familiar girl caught their gaze and began to walk over, that kind smile still painted on her pretty face.

The trio stood, frozen, as the girl---the very human girl---reached them and, with a soft expression of gentle friendliness, curtsied for what seemed to have been the thousandth time today and introduced herself with a highly detectable English accent, "Hello, you must be new to town. My name is Katerina Petrova. What is yours?"