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chapter one. — "another time, elizabeth." ════⋆͛♡⋆͛════
ELIZA PEELED OPEN her eyes to peeling paint. It was nothing but old furniture and dust flying everywhere. As soon as she gained consciousness, everything rushed into her brain, finding Regina's dead body, hurting Chris, and being kidnapped, too.
Eliza's eyes drifted to the side, jumping out of shock. A complete duplicate of her lay unconscious beside her.
The only name that could be placed to the face was Katherine Pierce, there was no way this was Elena Gilbert. Her twin, her childhood best friend. Just even thinking about her triggered the tears. They slid down her face with ease as she faded into the last time she tried to see her.
Eliza was filled with unbridled joy. She would finally get to see her sister after six and a half years of writing letters, crying out for her twin, and her adoptive parents denying her access .
She went to knock but the door swung open to see Miranda and Grayson getting ready to exit. "I didn't know we were going somewhere." She laughed nervously, scaring them. They jumped out of surprise, like they weren't expecting her.
"Elizabeth, we are truly sorry but tonight isn't very good anymore." Miranda spoke first, feigning a grimace.
Eliza's nervous smile dropped instantly, an angered look replacing it. "I drove fifteen hours by myself from New Orleans to Virginia in a beat up mini-van that kept breaking down only to be denied seeing my twin sister for the 137th time, no exaggeration, may I add, in six and a half years. Are you joking?" she seethed. Grayson sunk in guilt while Miranda held her ground.
"Another time, Elizabeth." It was getting hard to keep the fake smile.
Her anger had seemed to reach its boiling point, the vein in her forehead appearing as if it were going to burst was a clear indicator. "Elena just saved you." Eliza swiveled around , shuffling down the stairs and back to her car.
She didn't hesitate to open her car and empty her car garbage on their front lawn before getting in and driving off.
Eliza quickly snapped out of her depressing trip down memory lane, realizing she was tied up. Her wrists are bound against her lower back, and so are her ankles. She lifts her eyes once she hears footsteps approach, and she sees an older male, an complete stranger.
