Eerika Mikaelson

The Doppelgänger's Pain

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Warning: This chapter will be very emotional (at least it was for me), but please do not take any offense from it. I do not mean to offend anyone! I believe we all cope differently, and we all cope the way for a reason! xoxo

Eerika strolled lazily through the streets of Mystic Falls, making her way to the Salvatore house. Her purple pumps, that Rebekah picked out, clacked softly and the cracking cement. She and Stefan had become closer over the time of her return. They were not best friends, there was still the obvious tinge of distrust mixed into their relationship, but they had formed somewhat of a friendship. She was different from the other Mikaelsons, and the Scooby Gang had eventually accepted that fact; well, most of them. Elena was never cruel to her, but she made her dislike towards the other brunette known. Elena looked at the Mikaelson witch with cool eyes, due to the fact that she held nothing but distrust for the Original. Eerika found that understandable, but the clear mistrust the Petrova gifted her with did cause her slight annoyance. Eerika soon arrived at her destination and glided to the front door.

"Knock, knock," she hummed, while opening the door. "Okay, let's get serious, veggie-vamp, you have fallen way too far down the rabbit hole an- oh, hello, Petrova."

Elena's head snapped up at the sound of the silky voice. Her eyes narrowed slightly, as she straightened her posture and stood up from the living room couch. "Gilbert."

Eerika's plum colored lips twitched into a slight frown, but almost immediately returned to a gentle smile. "Right," she corrected, "My apologies."

Elena's posture remained stiff, while her eyes remained guarded. "What are you doing here, Eerika,?"

Eerika huffed at the suspicion that laced the doppelgänger's voice. "I came to see Stefan."

Anger and confusion flared in the brown eyes of the Gilbert girl. "Why would you come to see my boyfriend?"

Eerika's own eyes narrowed at the accusation in her tone. She was far from perfect, she knew that, but, especially with her parents' pasts, she would never take part in an affair. "Listen closely, darling, Stefan and I are just friends. I would never disrespect myself in that way, nor would I ever become involved with someone who already is."

Elena smiled a tight smile. "You would know a lot about that, wouldn't you," she snapped. A cold gush of wind pushed through the now open window and brushed across the walls. The lights flickered, an action that attracted the duplicate's attention.

"Well," Eerika breathed, "I see you've heard a thing or two about me. Be careful, sweetie. I may be the most merciful sibling out of the bunch, but I am still a Mikaelson, and I do still have the Mikaelson temper."

"Half Mikaelson," Elena huffed, standing tall, yet shifting nervously.

"You sure are a confident one," Ria chuckled. Her eyes were cold, no hint of emotion was smeared in her green orbs.

Elena looked at her in uncertainty, but was obviously not going to shut her mouth. "I know a lot more about you than just two things."

The witch merely raised a brow challengingly. "Oh?"

Elena nodded her head. "I want you to stay away from my friends, Perdita."

Eerika froze. Chunks of ice ripped through her veins and pain leaked through her spine. "You know nothing," she whispered, her voice was low, dangerous.

"I know you're trouble. You cause chaos wherever you go. I know about your sorry excuse of a mother. I know about your father and step mother. I know you married at the age of 14, and I know that something bad happened to you. I know you're a witch. I also know that you're fake. You smile that bright, happy smile, but underneath that cheerful façade is a sad girl who's lost her way. I guess your tribal name truly is fitting, lost one."