*AN- I do not own the Vampire Diaries or the world any of the known characters come from. I only own my OC's and any original ideas that you see incorporated into this story. ATTN: I just found a wonderful Beta by the name of Casey who is currently helping me slowly rewrite this fic and fix any mistakes. So, if you see the first few chapters looking a lot better then the ones that follow; that is why. Also, I love constructive criticism, so please to let me know what you think. I am working on my own original work so I could use the help fine-tuning my writing.*

Looking back, there isn't a doubt in my mind that I was ever 'normal.' Even as a child, I could see and do things no one else could. It never scared me, however — to me, it felt natural to be able to do what I could.

For many years, I grew up thinking everyone was as 'special' as I was. My mother always told me I had an active imagination, that the things I told her I could see and do, were all in my head. The more eagerly she insisted that my abilities were the product of my imagination, the easier it made my decision to keep my newfound skills to myself. I was fearful of what she would say or do if she ever found out that none of it was in my head.

Although I feared being found out, I never truly thought anyone would view my abilities as something that should be feared. I remember the day I first showed someone my skills as clear as crystal. That day, I learned that to be abnormal wasn't a good thing. That day, I lost the filter of innocence I had to shield my childhood from the horrors of the human condition. That day, I learned you can never truly trust anyone.

It was an average day, like any other. The sun was shining brightly; I remember the way it felt seeping into my skin as my fraternal twin sister Elena and I climbed the trees beside our house. We climbed the trees in our yard almost every day. Even with the day starting as average as any other, it just happened to end up a defining moment in my childhood - all because a swift gush of wind and a few strands of errant hair caused my sister to lose her footing.

It's funny how quickly a few minor things can come together and change your life forever. I watched helplessly from the lower branches as she tried to brush her hair from her face, causing her to lose her balance and fall. I screamed her name as she plummeted towards the ground, her fingers grasping at the empty air as if to catch a stray branch and save herself.

If I close my eyes, I can still see myself rushing to her at the sound of her cries. I can remember the abrasiveness of the tree bark underneath my palms, scraping and scratching my skin as I dropped from the tree. All other thoughts had left my mind as adrenaline coursed through me; I needed to get to my sister.

I had always been protective of Elena. I was born first, even if it was only by mere minutes, so I always viewed myself as the elder sister — her protector. When I finally reached her at the bottom of the tree, she was sprawled out on the green grass. Her legs bunched up around her middle as she gasped in pain. I held her in my arms as she cried, telling her everything was going to be alright, to take a deep breath and try to relax. I gently lifted her arm to find that it was turning a purplish color and was twisted in a way that I knew, even at such a young age, was unnatural. Her pale face was screwed up in agonizing pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. I wanted so badly to help her, to take her pain away. Somewhere deep inside, I knew I could do something to ease her suffering. I was nervous to show her my abilities, but I couldn't see her in such pain and do nothing. If anyone were to accept me for who I am, I was sure it would be my sister.

I placed my small hand on her arm and closed my eyes. I imagined her arm healed, back in its rightful place as it had been only moments before. Dark blue light poured from my fingertips, and her bones maneuvered back into their rightful postion.

Elena gasped and pulled away from me quickly. She held her arm against her chest in shock, staring at me wide-eyed and fearful. She looked down at her freshly healed arm with hesitation, then screamed.

"W- what are you?" She shrieked, rising to her feet and stepping backward away from me, "Some kind of-of- monster?"

My heart broke. Did she really think of me as a monster? I had tried to help, and I scared her. I never expected my own sister to turn against me like that. My blood began to boil, my heart pounding violently in my chest; I was so angry. I stepped toward her, ignoring the way she flinched back, the disgust plain on her pale features. I slammed my fist square into her face, enjoying the crunch against my knuckles as her nose shattered. Blood poured down her front as she stumbled backward, falling onto her bum.

"You FREAK!" she hissed. "You're a freak, Elara!"

I earned a nice sentence of four weeks locked in my room for punching my sister. My parents didn't believe it when Elena told them what had happened to her arm. They thought we had been playing and it had gotten out of hand. There was no possible way I could've healed a broken arm; it was impossible.

They could deny the possibility of Elena's recount of her arm injury, but the proof of her broken nose was right on her face. That one I couldn't deny and didn't particularly want to. I was angry at my sister for what she had said, and as far as I was concerned, she deserved what I did to her in return.

Being whatever I was, I started to be very careful about who I trusted. If a member of my own family couldn't accept me for who or what I was, I feared no one could. From that day forward, I never said another word about the things I could see or do. My sister showed me that I would be viewed as something scary or unnatural. Telling anyone could potentially bring me one of two things: pain or punishment. I chose to keep to myself from then on — I was afraid I would hurt someone again. I didn't want to be the monster my sister accused me of being.

Our relationship never mended. We started doing everything separately after that day, instead of together; I honestly doubt she even remembers why. As we grew, she found her own group of friends, and I found mine. Well, I found one; Caroline Forbes. She had been my sister's friend before she was mine. She and my sister are still friendly, but they aren't nearly as close as we are.

At first, I couldn't stand Caroline. I could hardly handle being in the same room as her. But, the more she bugged me, the more I started to like her. She had a fiery personality, one that you couldn't help but be drawn to.

So, that's how my life went. I hid away until Caroline showed up, dragging me out to a party or school function that I really didn't want to go to. I'd rather stay home buried in a good book, but Caroline would have none of that.

That is until the Salvatore's moved back into town. I had known from the minute Stefan knocked into my sister in the hallway at school that he wasn't human. I could feel it, and not to mention, I had seen him before. He had showed up in one of the many memories I had received of my past lives. I'm not yet sure how many times I've lived and died, but I know it's numerous.

Every night, the memories come to me like nightmares. For the longest time, I thought they were until I was visited by one of the spirits that haunt me. Throughout my many lives, I've seen different spirits — some dead, some trapped in limbo, or the 'in-between,' as I call it. It's my way of saying they are stuck in a realm somewhere between life and death.

This particular spirit, Rebekah, was my personal favorite. We had been friends quite a few times in my colorful history. Her spirit form had plagued me off and on for as long as I could remember. She isn't exactly a ghost, but someone who tends to get stuck in the in-between, thanks to a very long story full of family drama. We'll get to that later.

I've always been drawn to her and her family. I don't really know why; I have only unlocked a few of my past lives. It's a painful process that I cannot control, and when it happens, it can take me days to recuperate. It's like being forced to eat even after you're full. The headaches are the worst part, I'm plagued with migraines that leave me feeling like I've had hot pokers pressed into both my eyes.

So when Stefan showed up, I knew exactly who and what he was. Rebekah had come to me the night before and told me everything was about to change. She told me that once again, I was going to be drawn into her family drama.

Great, that was just what I needed!

Even without Rebekahs warning, I had remembered a bit about Stefan. I had run into him before, just as I had the Mikaelsons. I was sure he had come back to town the minute he heard there was a doppelganger, of the woman who had sired him, Katherine.

Lucky me, this specific doppelganger happened to be my sister. Note the sarcasm.

Thankfully, he hadn't noticed me playing creepy stalker at the other end of the hall as he spoke to Elena for the first time. I made sure I steered clear of him the entire day. It hadn't been easy, we all shared the same classes, but I made sure to play hooky.

I wasn't sure if he would recognize or remember me, but I didn't want to take the chance of him giving me away in front of Elena. I had worked really hard to keep my typical, average girl cover, and I did not want that ruined by anyone.

Especially by some vampire who wanted to stalk my sister because she looked like his ex-lover.

I needed to speak to him alone, so that's what I planned on doing. I would follow a vampire home, knock on the door, and ask to chat.

Smart right?