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This is not what I was expecting my day to turn out. Waking up with a headache is normal. The smell of rotting furniture was weird but normal. It is somewhat dark and strange but okay, sometimes normal. No, it was books, yes you saw that correctly: books were the strange thing I woke up to. Next was a girl I had never met before in my life. She looked familiar, but it was at the tip of my tongue. Next was the couch I was on; I don't usually sit on them at home due to living with six other kids. Use your imagination to fill in the blank. The boarded-up windows should have been a hint, but sadly, it's normal for me. I'm a foster kid who lived in ten different houses, and guess what? They were all strange in their own way.

I got up to walk around a bit, but everything was spinning. I guess my headache is worse than I thought. I heard footsteps coming my way. I didn't move, but whoever it was was right next to me. I slowly looked up, and low and behold, I have been watching too many Vampire Diaries because why else would ROSE be looking at me?!

"Stop moving. You're only going to make it worse for yourself."

That's not what happened. I'm dreaming because there is no other explanation. So I did something stupid. In my defense, I thought I was dreaming or hallucinating.

"You stupid girl, why would you do that?!"

Ugh, blood tastes nasty.

I should start over. Let me introduce myself. My name is Angel Smith. I know it's divine. And as you already know, a foster kid. So far, from what I remember was at my foster house trying to keep a low profile because my foster parents suck. If they don't see me, all will be well… Yeah, that was not the case. These parents didn't care for us. We were just extra money for them. Plus, it is easy to control when things don't go their way.

But the only good thing there is the free TV, which is good for sharing a home with six other kids. Thankfully, we all agree supernatural shows are superior. My favorite would have to be Supernatural, but Vampire Diaries does come close.

I keep going off-topic. Sometimes, I wonder if I have some type of ADHD because that would explain a lot... Right! I woke up the same as usual, made breakfast for the parents and the kids, and avoided Gabe like the plague. He's the foster dad, and Linda is the mom. Gabe is a fat, ugly waste of a human being who is always drunk, yelling as if everyone in the house is deaf, throwing beer bottles and food at the kids, me more so than the others. I have a scar on my shoulder from a broken bottle, plus a few others. And he gambles a lot and expects us kids to get jobs and give him the money. Although not much better, Linda is pretty, has a good job, and washes regularly. I guess ugly recognizes ugly because Linda has a horrible personality. The definition of a Wicked Foster Mother with anger issues, jealousy, a God complex, and an ego. At least Gabe is predictable. All he does is eat, sleep, and gamble. Linda, on the other hand, is a toss of a coin because it's more than likely she has some sort of bipolar disorder. Whenever she returns from work, we always hope she's in a better mood because if it's a bad day, goodbye food, warmth, and skin.

Right, sorry, my mind wandered again after breakfast. Linda left for work, I got the kids ready for school, and Gabe was always on the couch watching a game and drinking a beer this early in the morning. It was Friday. Fridays are supposed to be happy days, with no homework, enjoying the weekend, and being a kid or teen. It was supposed to be a good day, but nope, not in this house because Fridays are adult days. Gabe and Linda's friends come over to play poker or check on this happy family. But mostly, they wanted to see us and see how we would react to certain things they would do. To see how far they can push and get away with. It's a living hell.

I guess, in a way, I'm like Cinderella; I do a lot of cooking and cleaning. I also take care of the kids and Gabe. Well, I stay out of his line of sight. Anyway, I get the kids and myself ready for school. There are three little ones in elementary, two in middle school, and the rest in high school. Luckily, the schools are near one another just in case something happens, and it's easy to grab and go. Okay, that sounds bad. Ignore that last part. This is because Gabe and Linda will not pick us up unless someone is in the hospital or dying.

I really hate my brain sometimes; we go to school normally, but there is a problem: it's a half day. Half days mixed with Fridays equal torture for us when we return to the house of horrors. At least no homework for the weekend. I picked up the littles, and we walked to the house, but not before stopping at a gas station for ice cream with the money we hid, and it took a little longer to get home. On the way back, it started to rain. We older kids picked up the little ones and got to the house a bit faster than we liked, but we had the littles to think about because they get sick more easily than the rest of us. The party is in full swing at the House of Horror, and it's only two p.m. The first thing that happens is alcohol is poured on us, and second, Linda is acting like a caring mother. That should have been the first hint that something bad would happen tonight. Third, Gabe invited all his friends, and they looked at us like we were food. I got the little ones showered, changed, and ready for bed; yeah, I know it's the middle of the day, but I don't trust the adults downstairs. I told the littles it's a game, and they better not come down or open the door unless it's our secret knock. Thank god they understood that. The rest of us showered and prepared to be servers for the rest of the night.

Remember how I said Linda can have bad mood swings? Yeah, this was one of the nights that ended in blood. The party was loud, smoky, and smelled like beer and other substances. It was bad when a very drunk man tried to force your foster siblings to go either upstairs or outside with them, and they tried to fight or escape. I quickly got them out of that situation, but now the attention is on me. I hate attention I just want to scream and get away from this living hell. I want my birth parents to see what happened when they gave me up, but that was just a dream to be in a loving family because my reality was being a servant to these people who treat us like slaves, no worse like we are not human. Fifteen hours into the party, we had to clean with Gabe, who was knocked out on the couch, and Linda was staring at me with a glass of wine. She dismissed the other two and had me get close to her.

"Tonight was a disaster. Sometimes, I wonder why I married that man, and then I remember I was young, dumb, and so in love. But now all he does is sit, gamble, drink, and look at you." Linda sipped her wine. I stood there frozen. Her sickly, sweet voice activated the flight or freeze mood. I can't fight. I've always been too weak. I wish I could be strong like the characters in a TV show. Linda lightly touched my face with her perfectly manicured nails before she tightly held my cheeks, cutting into them and making them bleed. I can't breathe. The smell of blood is too much.

"I don't like you. I don't like your hair, eyes, face, manners, personality… so sweet and pretty but so disgusting. I just want to destroy it all, and then maybe I might just like you. A poor little orphan girl jaded by the world. The same as me, find someone who will give you the tiniest bit of affection and love you forever. Yes, you will be just like me."

Her red nails dig deeper into my skin, but I feel my blood running down my face, dropping to the floor. I'm frozen, afraid to even breathe. Next thing I know, I'm on the floor with blood over my hands and right next to me. My face hurts, as does my shoulder, hip, and leg. Is that glass? Yep, a piece of glass in my hand, and then everything went dark.

So yeah, this is my normal. Scare of my own shadow because of abusive parents and their friends. Once I wake up, I go to the bathroom, where my clothes, bandages, and food await me. My siblings understand I get the bulk of the special treatment and try to help as much as they can. I look into the mirror to see the damage this time. I take a minute to see the pretty Linda was talking about, but I don't see it. I'm just another girl with dark brown flat-wavy hair, dull green eyes, and tan skin. The only thing unique about me is the beauty mark under my eyelid. It looks like a tear that will never fall. All I see is an average fifteen-year-old looking back at me. Now it's time for the rest. The beginning of a black eye, bloody scratches on my cheek, a cut on my forehead, and a bruise on my chin. Moving my eye site down my neck is fine. Thank God. My shoulder is sore but not dislocated, with bits of blood here and there from falling on glass, a big bruise on my hip, and glass shraps in my palms. It's not the worst, but it's still pretty bad. I cleaned up the blood, carefully removed the glass, and put some medicine on. Can't shower just yet, not while they're still here. I change into my most comfortable clothes and eat the food. I sneak back to my room and let out a sigh of relief once the door closes. I crawl to the window, and every weekend, I look up for the brightest star to wish on. One day, I'll know the names of the stars, constellations, galaxies, all of them.

"I wish upon a star to take me away and let me fly into the sky where a family awaits me. I wish for love, peace, trust, and warmth. Please let me wake up to a world without fear, pain, cold, and abuse. Please, please, please." I looked up at the star I wished on. I guess I was more exhausted than I realized because the star looked to be brighter. As if it were coming closer, the pain in my body got worse to the point I slumped on the window. All I could do was watch the stars. As my vision was filled with light, I fainted.

What is your wish?

To be loved and free.

And so you shall be.

My eyes flutter open. The blue sky above me never looked so beautiful. The sounds of laughter were so pure and joyful that I could cry. The smells of fresh food, cut glass, and sweet honey were enchanting.

Am I in heaven? Did I get my wish? Am I free?

It's so peaceful here I could lay here forever.

"Hello darling, I know this side is tempting, but you must move on. It's not your time yet."

If I had been aware of my surroundings, I would have noticed the house next to me and the woman on the porch, but I was so comfortable that I didn't. But I did hear I have to move on. I don't want to, but lying on someone's property without introducing yourself is rude.

"Sorry, ma'am. I'll get going."

"That's not what I mean, sugar. I still have a lot to live for. Maybe you'll see this place again one day, but I hope not for a very long time."

"I don't understand."

"That okay. I'll help you." I felt the mysterious woman grab my hands. "Close your eyes. Picture yourself moving across a line. Find something that you can hold onto from the other side. And pull yourself towards it. Don't fight it or let go. Just hold onto it."

I followed her instructions and crossed a line. I saw another person, this time a man. He held out his hand, and I took it but didn't let go.

"Good luck, sweetheart. It will get worse before it gets better!" I knew she let me go. Who was she? Oh no! I didn't introduce myself I forgot to. I hope she doesn't think I'm rude. Once I see her again, I will. But what does she look like? I don't remember.

I pulled myself to the man before I could get a good look; darkness covered my sight, and I fainted again.

So yeah, that's what I remember so far. Fun right? If I can figure out how I got into a TV show, that would be swell. Back to my stupid idea, but once again, I thought I was dreaming or hallucinating. I jumped over the stair railing to wake myself up, but no. Instead, I have a concussion, possibly a broken arm, and more bruises. Yeah, like I said, stupid. Rose-Marie still can't believe she's in front of me; she made me drink her blood, and again, blood tastes nasty. Ugh!

"Gross!"

"Perhaps that should teach you from running away and jumping off the stairs."

"Why did you take me?

"You were in the way and couldn't be compelled."

"Oh…"

"Be quiet."

"Okay, um, just one thing: I'm gotta be sick."

"You're fin- really!"

I may have thrown up on her shoes; blood makes me queasy, and that happens. Something tells if I apologize too much, she might actually kill me. They were pretty shoes.

Okay, I need to think because if Rose is here in an abandoned building, I'm guessing that's Elena, and the man is Trevor. Wait, this must be when Elena meets Elijah. Oh boy, this is going to be interesting. I can hear Rose and Trevor upstairs. Elena should be waking up soon. I creep up the stairs to listen in.

"How's the girls?" Rose asked.

"Still passed out, and the other one is quiet, almost like a statue," Trevor said.

"You didn't touch them, did you? Especially the younger one."

"Give me some credit." He scoffed, "So, did you call him?"

"No, I called one of his contacts. You know how this works."

"Did you or did you not get the message to Elijah?"

"They say he got it."

"Wonderful, and what?"

I was so busy listening that I didn't notice Elena was in front of me. Her eyes widen at the site of me. I don't know what that look means, but I think she might know me. That's weird. Elena mouths, are you ok, and I nodded. She's listening to the conversation, too.

"So that's it, Trevor. He either got it, or he didn't. We just have to wait."

"Look, it's not too late. We can leave it here. We don't have to go through with this."

"I'm sick of running!"

"Yeah? Well, running keeps us from dying."

"Elijah's old school. If he accepts our deal, we're free."

I try to keep Elena from waking too much, but nope. Elena makes noise.

Rose sees us and says, "You two! There's nothing around here from miles. If you think you're getting out of this house, you're tragically wrong. Understand?"

"Who's Elijah?" Elena asked.

Oh, no one important. He's just one of the original vampires who likes wearing suits, making deals, and finding loopholes. He fell in love with Tatia and Katherine but protects you because you're entertaining. He also vigorously and possessively protects his family.

Rose said, "He's your worst nightmare."

That too. Man can be scary without changing his expression. Hmm, I wonder who's worse in all the Mikealsons besides the parents because they suck. I go back into the room Elena and I were in. Rose walks in and places paintings and such to block out the sunlight when Elena rejoins us.

"Why am I here? Why did you take my little sister? She has nothing to do with this." I forgot Elena can be annoying when she turns into a vampire; it's worse- Wait, sister?! I'm Elena's sister! What is going on? I didn't see the mountain of books because I tripped over them.

"Anna!"

"I'm okay. Sorry." Well, I guess my name is now Anna; it's not too far off from Angel. Maybe I can get her to call me Angel? We'll see.

Rose shakes her head, already regretting having me along for the ride. "Kid, please just sit down, and you. You keep asking me these questions like I'm gonna answer them."

"Why won't you?" Elena asked.

"That's another one."

"You got me; you have both of us, okay? It's not like we can go anywhere. The least you can do is tell me what you want with us."

Elena really wanted some answers. I mean, who wouldn't ask questions, especially if you wanted to know if you're going to die or not. I know Rose just wants to be free with Trevor and stop running. Making a deal with The Originals can help a little, but one has to be very specific, or someone will die. Like Trevor will because Rose didn't say him by name, only hers. I wonder if I should tell her so she won't be alone or have to rely on Damon and Stefan. Uh oh, lost in thought, I got sidetracked. I think I missed a few things. Oh well. Oh, they're talking Lexi.

"...I know of them. A hundred years back, a friend of mine tried to set me up with Stefan. She said he was one of the good ones. I'm more of a sucker for the bad boys, though, but I digress." Rose said.

I couldn't help myself, "You knew Lexi? Huh, small world."

"It Depends on who you ask." Huh, Rose is a lot nicer to me… I wonder why.

"Who are the originals?" Elena asked.

Rose sighed, "Trevor and I have been running for 500 years. We're tired. We want it over. We're using you to negotiate ourselves out of an old mess."

"But why me?"

"Because you are a Petrova doppelganger. You're the key into breaking the curse."

"The curse?" I asked, and then I remembered Klaus's curse and the one that's made up. What was it called again?

"The sun and the moon curse?" Yep, that's the one.

Rose nods, "Oh, you do know your history."

The curse is said to release those who hide in the shadows can walk in the sun. And those who turn whenever they want and not during a full moon. But it's a fake. Klaus needs the moonstone, a witch, and three sacrifices: the blood of the doppelganger, vampire, and werewolf to break his curse. He planted the fake curse worldwide so others could find it for him. That's a clever idea, I'm not gonna lie. No one knows but The Originlas and me… That's, yeah... not going to think about it. I feel sick again. Listen to Rose and Elena talk. Yeah, that will get my mind off of it.

"Tell me more." Elena pushed for more information because this helped her more than anything the Salvatore brothers had ever told her in the past year. But then again, they didn't know about the Originals or werewolves until this year.

Trevor arrives, "Captivity has made her pushy, eh? What do you want to know, doppelicious?"

"Who were you running from?" Elena asked.

Before Trevor said anything, my mouth opened, "It's quite obvious they made an enemy of The Originals and want to make a deal so they won't kill them. But what did you do?"

"Smart little lady. Yes, I pissed them off. Rose had my back. And for over half a millennium, they wanted us dead." He throws a book at Elena's feet to scare her little. "As for what I did…"

Rose stares at Trevor like a disappointed mother, "He made the same mistake others did: he trusted Katerina Petrova."

"Katherine."

"Mm. The one and only. The first Petrova doppelganger." Rose nodded and walked behind Elena to leave for the other room.

Trevor places a book back on a growing pile, "I helped her to escape her fate, and now I've… sorry, we've been marked ever since."

"Which is why we're not gonna make the same mistake again." Rose and Trevor leave the room, and now it's just Elena and I.

"How are you? I'm sorry this has been confusing. I tried to keep from you for a while."

"Thanks. It's just weird that they would take me too. If I understand this right, only you are needed. So why am I here? To make sure you listen? I don't get it. Are there more vampires in town? Does Jenna or Jeremy know? What else have you been keeping from me?" Okay, I admit I placed that a bit thick, but if it works for Elena, maybe it will work for me.

"I don't know. I didn't even see you at the ball, and yes. Damon and Stefan are vampires, and Caroline is too. Jeremy knows, but Jenna doesn't. And once we get out of here, I will explain everything. I promise." Elena pulls me into a hug. I stiffened. I wasn't used to hugs, but it felt good, so I slowly hugged her back.

"I'll keep you to that."

"Come on, you should get some sleep." Elena pulled me to sit on the couch and rest my head on her should, but something was poking me on my back. I give it to Elena and place my head back on her arm. Elena opens the paper and finds out it is from Bonnie, who sent it to them by magic. It says that Stefan and Damon are coming. I don't know how long I was asleep, but I woke up to Trevor running down the stairs, yelling that he was here. I opened my eyes to a cleaner room filled with low, dim lights and very little natural light.

"He's here! This was a mistake." Trevor yelled to Rose.

Rose puts a book bag on a chair, "No, I told you I would get us out of this. You have to trust me."

"No! He wants me dead, Rose!"

Rose points to us. "Oh, he wants her more."

I can tell Trevor is having a panic attack, "Huh! I can't do this. You give her to him. He'll have mercy on you. But I need to get out of here."

Rose calms him down and keeps him from losing his cool, "Hey! What are we?"

Trevor exhales, "We're family. Forever." Rose nods to reassure him. We all jump when we hear someone knocking on the door.

Elena notices their expression, "You're scared."

I raised an eyebrow at her, "Aren't you? I'll have to be crazy not to be." Sometimes, I forget why I like and dislike Elena. She can be selfless and selfish and believes the world orbits around her because the Salvatore Brothers do. I wonder if I can change that.

"Stay here with her, and don't make a sound." Rose leaves to open the door and greet Elijah.

I remember this part: Rose tells Elijah that she wants her freedom and that she has some information about Katerina Petrova and how she isn't dead and survived, but he already knows this and wants to know if she's here. Instead of Katerina, Rose tells him she has her doppelganger. Elijah is known for his honor and deals, but one has to be careful about their words, or he will use loopholes. I watch Elena pace around the room, holding onto the paper Bonnie wrote to her. We hear them arrive at the main room. Elena's scared and turns her head. Elijah looks at her. He's surprised and rushes over her. He looks at her and smells her neck. When I first saw this show, no lie, I thought he would kiss her. Also, I may or may not have rooted for Elijah to be with Elena at first, but now I don't know.

"Human. It's impossible. Hello there."

"Wow, that's not weird at all." Of all the times to open my big mouth.

Elijah turns to me. "Well, who do we have here?"

Elijah was suddenly in front of me. I will never admit that I squeaked. Did I jump a few feet in the air? Yes. Yes, I did, but tell me, who wouldn't?! Especially when one of the most dangerous vampires is in front of you. I'm surprised I haven't fainted yet! I flinched when his hand touched mine. It was different from having someone roughly grabbing me to holding my hand gently. Is this why people hold hands? Huh, his hand is warm. I thought it would be cold. He also has green in his brown eyes. I don't understand the expression in his eyes… Why are they warm but sad? Why does he look at me like I'm important because I'm just a normal girl with the only interesting is a tear-drop beauty mark and my name…

"Angel?"

How does Elijah Mikealson know my real name?