Past. Present. Future. Werewolf. Witch. Vampire. Who am I? What am I?
I'm Elena Gilbert's twin. Do I know about the supernatural? Yes. Am I a witch? Yes. A Doppelgänger? It's complicated...
'Why are you here?'
'Because I love you... Always and fore...
It's been a whole month since the kidnapping-Vicki-turning-into-a-vampire adventure. My life's levelled out a bit more and I was the calm and cool person I was when I returned to this haunted town.
I hadn't really seen or heard from either of the Salvatore brothers. I tended to leave the vicinity whenever I felt their presence come near me.
I know, being a witch made me strong but...
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The feeling of being helpless as you were detained by a vampire for a day and a half, watched a man you called your uncle die, watched the burning of several people as well as watch as your little brother's crush was killed and turned into a vampire fledgling right before your eyes put a downer to my mood. It is also the first time, since I rediscovered myself, that I have felt weak.
I was never a weak child growing up so feeling helpless like that, pulled me away from reality for a while.
I went to school when I felt like it but I did spend a lot of time completing and speeding ahead in my medicine course.
That's where we are now really.
Living the monotonous life we lived before...
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I woke up that morning and did the usual routine that we had gotten into.
I should get Jeremy up, he said he was going somewhere early today so he must not want to be late.
"Sorry." I heard my sister say as I walked up the stairs.
I heard my brother reply, "Oh, no , it's cool, I'm done."
"You're up early." my sister said as I scooted past her into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bath tub.
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"Where are you going Jer?" I asked him with a knowing smile as he looked at me through the mirror.
My dear brother rolled his eyes and replied, "Police station. They're organizing the search party for Vicky, so..."
