I have always loved Jenna and I had this idea in my head for a while. I also like Teen Wolf and basically mashed up the characters Lydia and Jenna for this story.

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Jenna blinked and sucked in the air around her. It felt like she had just broken through the water surface and was in desperate need of air. She looked around. Somehow she knew exactly where she was, even if she couldn't for the life her explain why she had ended up standing in a cave under the old Lockwood cellar, looking at a coffin.

Something had drawn her here, but she couldn't explain what that something was. She heard strange things, has for a while now. The problem with that was that she seemed to be the only one hearing them. What she heard weren't exactly words, but Jenna was almost certain that it was a voice speaking to her.

The coffin in front of her looked new, that meant it couldn't have been here for long. For some reason Jenna had the overwhelming urge to open it. She wondered who might be buried down here.

As Jenna walked closer to the coffin that was calling to her, she heard that voice again, louder this time. The strange sounds almost sounded like words now, but she couldn't make sense of it.

When Jenna finally stood in front of the coffin, her hands automatically went to the lid. She didn't know why it was so important to open it up. When she tried to lift the lid, she couldn't. Even using all her muscle strength, she couldn't open the coffin up. Not even a little bit.

Jenna sighed and stepped back. All of this was crazy. She should get out of here, go home and pretend that none of this has ever happened. She could do that, she was good at that.

When she turned to leave she heard the voice again, but it still made no sense. Someone was trying to tell her something, but she couldn't understand. It was making her angry now.

"Shut up! Okay, I cannot understand you, just stop."

The voice got louder. It felt like it was right inside her head now. Jenna scrunched up her face and tried to counteract the pain in her head by pushing her hands against it with all her strength. Eventually it got too much and Jenna screamed as loud as she could.

When she had finally stopped screaming, she felt drained of most of her strength. She could barely hold herself up on her feet. Jenna made it over a couple of steps and let herself sink down to the ground, breathing hard. She thought she had heard someone saying something like 'break the spell'.

A click caught her attention and she looked over to the coffin. The lid slowly opened and Jenna's breath got caught in her throat. Even if she had wanted to scream again, she had nothing left in her to do so.

This has to be a dream, Jenna thought. This can't really be happening.

The occupant of the coffin rose and sat up. It was a middle aged woman with long blond hair. She was wearing a dress that looked like it had seen better days, maybe even a better century. She looked like someone right out of the Middle Ages.

When she turned, Jenna leaned further back, but was intrigued none the less. Who was this person and why was she lying in a coffin hidden away in a cave. Also, why wasn't she dead.

The woman got out of the coffin and stretched her body.

"Thank you for helping me, Jenna. I will not forget that." Her voice sounded friendly, but there was something in her eyes that told Jenna she might not be a friend at all.

"How do you know my name?" Of all the questions she could've have asked, that came out of her mouth first.

The woman laughed in a way a mother might laugh after her child asked an adorable but silly question. "I have to go and meet my family now, but we'll see each other again."

The woman left and Jenna blinked, wondering if she had completely lost her mind.

Now you might think this would be the oddest thing that has ever happened to Jenna, but really, it was only one of many odd/scary things that have been happening to her lately.

It had all started when Jenna had stabbed herself in her kitchen. She remembered being on the phone and then she took the kitchen knife and stabbed herself in her stomach. Luckily, she had missed any major artery. After a brief hospital stay, she was able to go home again.

Afterwards people tried to make her believe she had walked into a knife, which struck her as odd because she couldn't understand why they were all trying so hard to cover up what had really happened. Even stranger, she had let them believe that they had convinced her, thinking maybe she was the one remembering incorrectly.

Since that day nothing had been quite the same as before.

A lot of things had been going on at home that Jenna couldn't make sense of. Elena had gotten more secretive and Jeremy, well, he was basically still the same untamable teenager who hated the world and everything in it.

And let's not forget that her Alaric's, her now sort of ex-boyfriend, supposed dead wife, Isobel, isn't as dead as Jenna was made to believe and also turned out to be Elena's birth mother. To top it all off John Gilbert is Elena's biological father.

It can't get any weirder than that, Jenna had thought, but that was before she had taken a hike through the woods in the middle of the night without even realizing that she had done it.

Much like today she hadn't woken out of her trace until she was where she had been drawn to. That night she had found herself in front of a shallow grave. Who knows what had possessed her to actually start digging, but that's the story of how she found the corpse of her old friend Tyler Lockwood. She had screamed her lungs out once had realized who it was and started running back into town as fast as she could.

Jenna hasn't told anyone about that night. She had wanted to, but how was she supposed to explain how she knew where to find the dead body of Mason Lockwood. He wasn't even officially missing. A few days later, Hikers had come across the unearthed body and reported it to the authorities. At least Mason had been able to be buried properly.

The scariest night she had had so far was a couple of weeks ago. She was sleeping uneasy in her bed, tossing and turning. Jenna had this feeling that something bad was about to happen. Her dreams changed from one thing to the next until she finally focused in on one thing. Elena was standing in a circle of fire. In the other two circles beside her lay two dead women and Stefan lay unconscious on the ground. Someone was chanting something, but Jenna was only focused on Elena.

When the fire died down, a man stepped up behind Elena. Why she wasn't running away, Jenna couldn't understand.

"Go to hell," Elena said before the man's face changed and he sunk his teeth into her neck, draining her of all her blood.

When Elena's lifeless body hit the floor, Jenna woke up and screamed so loud she was sure she would be waking the whole neighborhood. With a feeling of dread she tried to find Elena the next morning and when she had found her at Stefan's she was relieved to see her niece alive and well. From Elena's face, however, she knew immediately that something was wrong.

John Gilbert had died the previous night. They said he had suffered a heart attack, but Jenna never really fully believed that story. It felt like the whole walking into a knife incident again.

The odd things just kept piling up. She should probably talk to someone about it, but how was she supposed to do that without having them commit her.

Jenna shook her head to clear out all the crazy thoughts. She got up off the ground and made her way back to the outside. Blinding sunlight greeted her and she winced. Seems like she was in for another hike back home.