The Petrova Fire | The Vampire Diaries

Step 7: A Doppelgangers Destiny

"Lydia." Damon stated.

"Damon," I said, slightly bending my head to the right as I look up to him from the couch.

"Welcome back amongst the living," He said, "Or the dead, so to speak," A wide grin appeared on his face. I hear someone chuckle in the background. It came from the brown haired man - the one I hadn't met yet. As if they could hear me think, Damon turned around towards the man.

"Ah, Alaric," He started, laying a hand on the man's shoulder, "Meet our own Elena... Lydia Stephard,"

He earned a glare from Stefan by saying that, but Damon seemed to completely ignore it.

"Hi," said the man who was introduced to me.

I don't respond. Instead, my eyes are focused on Damon. He said my last name. I never told him my last name. I know I didn't because I hardly tell people my last name because it's my dads and I'm still not comfortable with people connecting me to him. Not since the divorce anyway. Nevertheless, I shouldn't be surprised that he knows it. I mean, it's Damon. The same man who snatched me away from my life barely 24 hours ago and locked me up in a cellar. And all that just for fun. Yeah. I definitely shouldn't be surprised that he found out what my last name is.

"Are you going to tell me why I'm here?" I spat at him instead.

He lets out a chuckle. "Hm. Little Miss. Feisty."

"Damon," Stefan interrupted, sighing, "just tell her."

Damon rolls his eyes and makes a motion with his arms as if he's saying, "fine, whatever". He starts walking towards the table - the one with liquor bottles - and starts pouring himself another drink. Jeez, this man really does drink a lot.

"Okay, the story you're about to hear goes waaay back. It starts with a beautiful young lady - named Katherine Pierce." Damon turns around to face the rest of us, then continues, "Only she was actually a bitch but no one really knew at the time." He grinned and took a huge sip from his alcoholic drink. Stefan cleared his throat and starts talking for Damon.

"Katherine lived around 1864." He said, ignoring my mouth which was now shaped in a 'O', "The Salvatore brothers - generations before us - knew her. We still have an old photo of her - of Katherine - laying around here somewhere. The brothers were really fund of her,"

"Blah blah blah... skip to the part she actually wants to know, Stefan!" Damon interrupted. I roll my eyes at him. He always seems to think he can just call the orders for everyone. Stefan luckily seemed to ignore his brother.

"Then one year ago I started high school again and I met this girl, Elena,"

There's that name again. Damon mentioned it before. Who is she?

"She caught my attention because she looked exactly like Katherine. Then after doing loads of research - going through every journal and every book from the 1800's - we found out that they're... well, that they're doppelgangers."

"Doppelgangers?" I chuckle. Did I hear that right? "As in clones?"

Damon and Stefan share a look over my response.

"They don't just look similar like twin sisters look similar, Lydia," Alaric adds, "They look exactly alike."

In the corner of my eye, I see Damon holding out his phone in front of him.

"Doppelgangers," He clears his throat, "'a look-a-like or double of a living person, often portrayed as a paranormal phenomenon.  Other traditions and stories equate a doppelgänger with an evil twin'." Damon read out loud.