She scrambled along the trees, her boots scrapping across the forest floor as she trudged on forward, sluggishly. She leaned heavily on the trees, her hand tracing along the rough bark using it as her support. Everything in the corners of her vision was inked out and could barely see anything but as she continued to move forward almost dreamily; lights began to shine out brightly like mini suns. She shielded her eyes as if she were to fend off an attacker. As soon as the lights got close enough, and voices and music boomed throughout the area; all her senses became jumbled up. Her mind felt disoriented, and without realizing it she was concealed in the shadows where the trees had thinned out; border lining where the festivities were being held.

A sharp ringing noise cut through to her, causing her to wince and promptly place her hands over her ears. She glanced down and found the offended noise was coming from her jacket's pocket. As she pulled out a small device made of metal but with an illuminated screen that held a Picture of a man with short honey brown hair with tantalizing dark chocolate brown eyes, a half-smile, half-smirk lit up his handsome face. She squinted her eyes down at the screen where it said his name but couldn't quite make it out, pressing her finger to the ringing device and sliding the answer bar to the side.

"Hello?" She whispered hoarsely, which startled her, since it felt and sounded like sandpaper.

A male's voice responded immediately, "Elena? What happened? And where are you?" He bombarded Elena with questions. It took her a few moments to recover her grounds and answer.

"Umm, I'm near the festival, I think? I don't feel so well." Elena swayed dangerously, ending up slamming into the tree she was using as a crutch. She then decided to all but slide down to the floor, not wanting to constantly make sure she won't end up on her face. The phone still clutched in her left hand. She tried to focus on what the man was saying but it kept swimming in and out like a breaking signal, all she was able to make out was.

"Stay right there. I'm coming. Don't move. See you in." And that was it. Elena laughed humorlessly saying in her head, 'where would I go feeling like this? Feeling like I was dying.' Ending up coughing which racked her whole body. She gazed down at her hands; that was noticeably covered in a dark crimson that she acknowledged as her blood. 'Scratch that, I don't feel like I'm dying. I am dying.' Elena thought to herself bitterly. She leaned back her head on the tree, her face tilted towards the starry but moonless night; she had her hands placed on her lap while her legs were splayed out in front of her. Elena felt calm despite her body wearing itself out and being in engulfed in pain from the bite she managed to receive from one of Klaus' stray hybrids. She then pulled her gaze from the sky's beauty to the beauty and comfort that she felt when everyone laughed and were having fun, unknowing of all the craziness and death the supernatural brought onto Elena's life, her family 'that was in the single digits, only consisting of her and her younger brother Jeremy, her friend's lives 'that have risked everything just to save her, they became her close family too'. And every other unlucky person who got caught or dragged into the cross fire, Elena felt it like it was her own fault that other people were dying. Dying for the doppelganger; Elena grimaced. 'I'm just bringing death no matter where I go. That's the curse of the doppelganger, we cannot escape death.'

Elena didn't know how long she stayed like that but it wasn't for long as she felt a pair of arms envelope her and pick her up. She blinked her brown doe eyes repeatedly at the shadowed figure that now held her. Her arms had hung limply over his own; she was about to say something but another feeling of nausea swept over her and she retched forward to place her head over his arm as she vomited, she leaned back feeling a lot weaker then she had previously. Elena could no longer move a muscle in her body without blacking out for a bit. But as she slowly lost consciousness, she felt the breeze caress her as the man holding her gingerly against his chest flitted off to somewhere. But the scent that wrapped itself and settled around Elena assured her that she was safe. Because she knew that scent, it was from a younger Original brother. Then she drifted off.

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