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New Beginning Chapter Thirteen

My boots squished into the earth as I leaped from the last porch step and took off into a run. My mind was already becoming that of a hunter, something I was grateful to have experience in. I was taught to hunt by the best; Kol Mikaelson was a force to be reckoned with, and if you got on his wrong side, there was nowhere you could hide.

During one of my many short lives, Rebekah, Kol, and I had teamed up in an attempt to cure me. Of course, it didn't work, and when we realized nothing would stop what was coming, we decided to enjoy our time together.

I joined Kol in the hunt for a vampire who had betrayed him. It had been exhilarating, and I learned a lot. Kol had been a brilliant witch. I was never allowed to practice with him when he was human, I was separated and taught on my own. Esther never allowed me to practice with the family.

Yet, I had still found time to spend with Kol even without practicing magic, and we got along very well. I loved his attitude and adventurous nature. When I had the opportunity to see him again, I was overjoyed. Although he was no longer able to practice, he was still able to teach and was just as talented in that.

I stood in the front yard, my senses heightened as I took everything in. I could smell Vicki in the air, her perfume and sweat mingling with the scent of the damp air around me. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. In my mind, I could see her stumbling down the stairs of our front porch, her shirt partially tucked into her jeans, her mascara smeared. She was wild and unfocused, reminiscent of a trapped animal. I zeroed in on her and watched as she looked left and right, her hair swinging around her, green eyes frantic. She took out her phone and dialed a number, speaking to someone I could not hear, before running down the street to her right. I started to follow her, my eyes still closed, until something hard took my wrist and stopped me. My eyes shot open, and I circled, wrapping myself around the back of whoever had tried to pin me, squeezing their neck, my ineffective teeth bared threateningly. My body and mind were both still feeding off Vicki's fear. I snarled menacingly, my magic swirling around me, waiting for my command. When I finally focused and came back to myself, I realized who and where I was. I looked down and saw Stefan in my arms, my teeth near his jugular. I could hear someone growling lowly and looked around us, trying to identify who was making the sound before I realized it was coming from deep within my own throat. I quickly dropped him and stepped away, wholly mortified.

"Wow, Stefan, I am so sorry. I was mirroring Vicki," I explained, toeing the ground.

The moon shined brightly above us, casting Stefan in an otherworldly glow his skin opaque, his eyes shining brightly with mirth. "It's ok, Elandra. I'm still getting used to the fact that you're a witch. You've just never pegged me as the magical type. You were always so demure. I should have known you were casting," he half-heartedly laughed.

I frowned at him with a huff and placed my hands on my hips, narrowing my eyes and motioning towards the direction Vicki had escaped towards. "Use your puppy nose and sniff her out, Bingo," I said.

Stefan ignored my weak dig, but his nose twitched, and we both followed Vicki's trail. I reached in my pocket to pull out my keys when Stefan retook my wrist. I looked up into his green eyes and narrowed my own. "Listen, Mr grabby. If you like that hand of yours where it is, I would move it. Now,"

Stefan bit his lower lip and shook his head with a smile. "I'm sorry, El. I was just going to say we don't have time to drive. It's dark now, which means Damon is out. I can take you. It's faster," he said, motioning towards his back.

My mouth popped open, and I scoffed loudly. Caroline would have fainted in delight. "Like hell, you will, Edward. I am not riding you," I said, blushing after I realized that I was shouting.

I tightened my hair and tried to ignore my reddened face, positive he could smell it. "I can manage without you. I have an idea of where she went,"

I raised my hands, now sparkling in the night like blue-tinted fireflies. Stefan looked at my hands in astonishment and reached towards them. His hand hovered near my own, and he moved around them, feeling my magical signature. To him, it would feel like a mild electrical current.

"That's incredible. It feels like I'm standing near an electrical storm," he said, his eyes shining.

I smiled at his wonder and shook myself out of it. "Stefan, I understand my craft is different from what you have seen before, and I'll show you whatever you wish to see, but it'll have to be some other time, okay?"

His eyes focused, and he snapped out of it, quickly stepping away from my hands. I lowered them to my feet and whispered an incantation. A blue glow spread from my ankles to my knees and then disappeared with a bright flash of light.

"Okay, I'm ready,"

He eyed me distrustfully and reached for my hand. I brushed him aside and raised my eyebrows with a smile.

"She's at the cemetery," I said soberingly.

I looked ahead of me and put one foot forward, and with a flash, I was gone, moving at speed I had only seen vampires go before me. I mentally thanked Kol for the spell and hoped he could hear me in the in-between, where Niklaus had him trapped along with Rebekah. I just wish he could visit me as she did.

I mentally shook myself and focused on the image of the shocked vampire beside me. He made a funny picture. His spiky brown hair was blowing in the wind, his mouth hanging open as he stared at me, green eyes wide in shock. I pointed ahead of us and back at his eyes, hoping he understood. All I needed was for him to smash into a tree. The wind swept across my face as the world blurred around me. Houses, cars, and people becoming nothing more than flashes of distant light. It was beautiful and hypnotizing. This wouldn't be such an adverse side effect of vampirism.

We both slowed down as we neared the cemetery. I stopped in front of the gate abruptly and swept my right hand across my legs. With a swift incantation, the spell was gone, and I was back to regular human speed. I hoped we hadn't wasted too much time. I didn't want to be responsible for Vicki killing someone. If she was going to become a vampire, and chose not to use blood bags, I at least wanted to make sure she chose some terrible murderer to eat.

A burst of air beside me revealed Stefan's presence. "It's going to be ok, El,"

He ran his finger across my cheek gently. I took his hand in mine and shook my head, moving it from my face. Hinges groaned as I pushed the massive wrought iron gate open. I avoided Stefan's concerned expression as I stepped through the threshold of the cemetery.

"Let's go find her," I said calmly.

I could hear the leaves crunch beneath Stefan's feet as he followed directly behind me. The air around us was still, no sound came from surrounding nature, as if every nearby creature knew a stronger predator moved amongst them.

I could feel Vicki was here — her pain was palpable. She was scared, her memories were finally flooding back. I stopped a few feet from a crypt where I saw Vicki, sitting with her forehead against her knees. I turned around to face Stefan, who had dutifully stopped behind me. I placed my hand on his chest and pointed to her location through the trees.

"She needs you, Stefan. I don't think I will be able to do anything for her right now,"

If she needed to be hunted down and killed, or if she needed to be taught to hunt herself, that was something I could help with, but Stefan was better with the touchy-feely stuff.

"She needs a friend Stefan and her, and I never got along. I was friends with Matty," I explained with a shrug.

I nibbled on the inside of my cheek and pushed him forward. I watched as he slowly inched towards her through the trees. He was perfect for the job, even from this distance he looked kind and gentle. No one would know that underneath his handsome exterior, he could be a ripper — a stone-cold killer. Vampirism could really be a curse if not handled correctly. The person had to accept who and what they were, or it would go horribly wrong. Maybe not right away, but eventually, they would break.

I watched closely for any signs that she would attack and was satisfied until I heard a sudden ruffle of leaves. I looked around. That sound hadn't come from Vicki or Stefan; he was still talking with her, and she was still crying uncontrollably. I looked around quickly, someone was here, someone who shouldn't be. I walked towards Stefan, who was busy with Vicki and hadn't heard a thing.

"Will you take me home?" Vicki asked, her voice thick with tears.

I looked down at her, her face was smeared with dirt and tears, and her hair in disarray. Stefan sat next to her, his face a mask of pain. He was always so emphatic and kind; her pain was becoming his own.

"Ok," he said with a nod.

I looked around us and tried to figure out what had changed. I knew someone was with us, but who — and why? I could feel a pending disaster. My breathing became ragged, and I couldn't focus. Pictures were forming in my mind, and I was having trouble grasping what they meant. Stefan moved to stand, and suddenly, I knew what I had to do. I moved my hand towards him and pinned him to Vicki's side with my magic. He looked up at me in shock, and my eyes widened in panic. This was going to hurt.

"I'm so sorry, Stefan," I said.

I heard the rustling before the gunshot but kept my eyes on Stefan and my hand outstretched. Before the shot went off, I looked into his stunned eyes and then to Vicki.

"Don't let her feed," I said, my voice monotone.

The sight had taken over, and I was no longer myself. It was the worst part of being an original witch. I hated having the smattering of visions. It was like seeing through a view-master toy. I could only see pictures and only for a moment before the next one sped by. The loud gunshot echoed around us, and I felt a familiar white-hot pain rip through my chest, right near my heart. I tried to gasp for air but couldn't. I peeled my eyes from Stefan's and looked down at the blossoming burst of color on my shirt. The red was staining the black quickly. I lowered my hand and released Stefan from my spell just as another gunshot echoed. I turned my head to see the shot hit Stefan in the shoulder.

I fell to my knees and looked at Vicki, who was looking at me in agonizing hunger. I wanted to laugh. Was this going to be how I died this go around? Death by baby vamp? With intense strength, I forced myself to look away from her and find Stefan. A few feet from me, he was lying on the ground. The man who shot us lowered himself beside Stefan. He had a wooden stake in his hand and placed it directly above his heart. Vicki was shouting, but I couldn't hear a word. I pushed myself to my feet, and with all the strength I had left, I wielded my magic and flung it at the man. The stake in his hand lit on fire with one bright burst of light. He screamed and dropped it to the ground. He looked at me in shock, and I waved lightly as I fell to the ground. He took another from his jacket pocket and positioned it above Stefan's heart again. I was done. There was nothing more I could do to help. Vicki moved to take the man's hand, but there was no need. With a flash of black, someone was on the man's neck feeding on him roughly. I smiled and closed my eyes. I was fading, I knew what it felt like. Death and I were good friends. Heck, I've died more than the Winchesters. Loud panicked voices filled my senses, but I couldn't make out who they belonged to.

"Elandra! No, No, baby, please! I can't do this without you, not again."

I wanted nothing more than to reach out to that voice, but I couldn't move. My arms were dead weight, lying somewhere beside me. My entire body felt like lead. I felt something wet against my lips and moaned softly. Was I already being reborn? That was quick.

"Drink baby, please."

I knew that voice, didn't I?

"You can't leave me. Not yet. I just got you back," the voice sternly said.

I kept my mouth closed, refusing to allow the rebirth. I was too tired. I shouldn't feel this tired. I hadn't even been allowed to see Niklaus in my last life. They dangled the idea in front of me and then killed me, and they had tortured me with the sight of Damon. I guess that was their gift to me. I felt angry and cheated.

"Please, Elandra. Baby, please drink," the voice pled.

That voice, I knew it.

Damon.

Damon was the only person who ever called me baby. I could live for Damon. Slowly I opened my mouth and drank the bitter liquid, coughing when my throat refused to swallow. I felt a tug at my chest as something was ripped from me and screamed as the pain rippled through me.

"What the hell!" I shouted, sitting up quickly.

Colors morphed into images, and I saw I was still in the cemetery where I had been shot. Where Stefan had been shot. I turned my head and saw Stefan lying on the ground where I had last seen him. He appeared to still have the bullet in his shoulder, and he had lost a decent amount of blood. I looked down at myself and saw my shirt was ripped open and blood was smeared all over my chest, stomach, and arms. I looked around me until I found Damon standing behind me. His face was morphed into a painful image of grief. His eyes were twin pools of sorrow, his hands covered in blood, a bullet in his right palm. I stood slowly and allowed him to help me when he rushed forward.

"Easy Elandra," he whispered, looking me over.

I laid my head on his shoulder and hummed lowly. "I feel weak," I lifted my head and looked into his oceanic eyes.

"My magic is spent," I said.

He placed his thumb and forefinger on my chin and lifted my head. "You just need rest. I fed you my blood, so you need to be careful, but you almost died, El," he said his voice breaking.

I ran my fingers across his cheek and pushed away from him.

"I'm ok, Damon, but you won't always be able to save me," I said quietly.

I rubbed his shoulder and slowly walked to Stefan, who was groaning on the ground where Damon had left him. I lowered myself to my knees and leaned over him.

"Oh, Stefan. I'm so sorry," I said.

I looked over at Damon and pointed at my bag. He picked it up and gently tossed it to me. I pulled out a black water bottle and handed it over to him, shaking it gently. Noticing the light swish, he eyed it warily.

"I don't drink human blood," he said, laying his head on the ground.

Damon stood above us, his eyes cold and hard. "Did you seriously drain yourself just in case Stefan ever needed a blood boost?" he asked between gritted teeth.

I sighed. My head throbbed painfully, and I stuck my fingers into the bullet hole on Stefan's shoulder, earning a pained hiss. "No, I did not. That is animal blood," I said, digging around for the bullet.

They both looked at me in shock, and I shrugged. "This would be so much easier with magic." I felt something and ran my fingers around the edges, getting a good grasp, and pulled up, yanking the bullet from his wound.

He lifted his head, squeezing his eyes shut in pain. I stood and walked away to allow Stefan a moment to drink his blood in peace without human blood in his grasp.

"Where did you get the animal blood, El?" Damon asked.

I watched closely as Stefan gasped, fighting through the final spasms of pain. I wiped the blood from my hands and onto my jeans and looked at Damon. "I'm resourceful, and I knew he would need it eventually. I am not planning on dealing with Ripper Stefan in this lifetime," I whispered.

His eyes shot up into his browline. I walked back over to Stefan, who had the bullet in his hand.

"It's wood. They know," he said gravely.

Damon leaned against a tree behind me and folded his arms against his chest. "Well, if anybody is going to kill you, it's going to be me," he said, wiping the remainder of the blood from his face.

Damon pushed himself from the tree with his foot and moved to Stefan, who was still lying flat on the ground. I stood next to him, ready to stand in between them if necessary, despite my powers weakened right now.

"My ring?" he asked his outstretched hand palm up.

Stefan looked up at him, his face still pained, and lifted his lower body enough to get into his pocket. He pulled out Damon's ring and handed it over. Damon snatched it quickly and placed it on his middle finger with a crooked smile on his face. He looked down at its placement as if seeing it for the first time. I rolled my eyes and looked away just as Stefan did the same.

"NOOOOO!" he yelled, rolling over and reaching towards Vicki.

I looked over at her and sadly shook my head. She made the exact picture I had seen in my mind. She was using both her arms to hold her upper body weight as she leaned over the man, her hair hid her face as she drank heavily from his neck.

"Nooooo Vicki," Stefan said, his voice full of regret. He looked over at me and laid his forehead down on the grass. "I'm so sorry. I failed you all," he said.

I walked over to him and sat down, running my fingers through his hair. "No, you didn't. Vicki is a vampire. Nothing can change that now," I said.

When Vicki heard her name, she slowly looked up. Her mouth and chin were covered in dark red blood. Her face was shocked and pale, she had blood caked in the ends of her hair. She ran the side of her hand over her mouth, her body swaying.

"I'm sorry," she gasped, her hands shaking.

She stumbled to her feet and ran in the opposite direction, startled sobs wracking her body. Stefan rolled back over and looked up at me, his green eyes glassy.

"Oops," Damon cockily said, looking the very picture of ease.

He had known precisely what spilling that much blood would do to someone on the brink of the change, and he couldn't care less what he had done to the poor girl. I looked at him, not hiding any of the anger I felt and stood, slapping him in the face.

"Damon Salvatore, I am ashamed of you. You should be ashamed of yourself. Whatever happens to that girl is on you. This game you are playing with Stefan has come to my doorstep, and I swear to god if it gets my sister killed, I will hunt you down and put a stake through your heart myself,"

My voice was full of anger, and I stood foot to foot with him staring up into his eyes. His face was angry and wrathful, but I wasn't scared of him. I had met worse, and the man before me had been one I loved and wanted to spend my life with.

"No matter what you mean to me. Even if I have to wait centuries to find out the outcome. Elena is my sister, my family — and you better damn well remember that."

I helped Stefan to his feet and looked into his eyes as well. "Everything I said to him goes for you as well. You knew what would happen when you took his ring and started this whole thing,"

I walked away from them both and stepped on something hard. I looked down and noticed a gold watch below my feet. It looked familiar, but my mind was too fogged to place it. I leaned down and picked it up, flipping it over in the palm of my hand. It was cold against my skin, and even with my weakened magic, I knew it was more than what it seemed. I pushed it into Damon's chest with a sigh.

"Something tells me this will come in handy eventually," I said.

He took it and looked it over as I walked away from them. I waited at the gate, holding my torn shirt closed against the wind. Finally, Stefan stepped beside me, my bag in one hand and the black water bottle in the other.

"Thank you for this," he said, shaking the empty bottle.

I nodded, my eyes drooping slightly. Noticing, he bent down and put both hands on either side of my face.

"You ok? Damon's blood should have worked better than this," he said worriedly. I leaned into his embrace, too tired to care, and sighed. "I'm ok. His blood worked on my wounds, but my magic is half my life force, and I'm weakened on that front as well," I explained.

Damon walked up from behind Stefan, his face brooding.

"Is there any way I can help?" he asked.

I looked over his shoulder at Damon and watched his expression as he eyed his brother thoughtfully. "I either need to be with my own kind, or I need sleep. I think the easiest to accomplish would be the latter," I said with a half-smile.

Stefan released me and stood up straight. "Ok, let's get you home,"

I stood shakily, using Stefan's muscular forearms to brace myself, and then held my shirt to me. Damon noticed my plight and grumbled lightly. "Here," he said, taking off his black leather jacket and handing it over.

I smiled and took it from him, pulling it on and holding out my hands. "I've wanted to wear this since the first day I saw you wear it!" I excitedly said, unable to care or hold back at that moment.

Stefan coughed lightly and put his hands on the back of his neck, looking away. Damon chuckled, and I frowned before looking down and noticing my shirt had fallen open, revealing my black lace bra again. I closed the jacket around me and laughed.

"Sorry," I said.

Damon stood next to me and put his arm around my waist. "That's ok, El. I didn't mind one little bit," he said, leaning into my ear.

I bit my lower lip and slowly pulled away, swatting his arm.

"Let's get you home, Elandra," Stefan said, pulling me away from Damon.

I looked up at him and worried my hands. "I'm going to need help this time, Stefan," I groaned.

Stefan smiled brightly and laughed. "That's ok. I got you," he said, placing his hand behind my neck.

In a flash, Damon had him pinned to the gate his hand around his throat. "Don't think I won't kill you, brother," he snarled.

I rushed up behind them and took Damon's arm, pulling him off Stefan. "What the hell was that?" I barked

"Do you honestly think I would let him carry you anywhere dressed like that?" he asked his face inches from my own. "You're half-naked and weak. There's no way he is taking you away. You'll be unprotected. And don't think I haven't noticed how touchy you two have been with one another," he spat.

He pulled me closer, lifting me into his arms and wrapping the jacket around me tightly. He looked over at Stefan with a smirk. "I'm taking my Elandra home. I'm sure I'll see you there," he said before speeding us away.

The world flashed by us quickly, and I buried my face into his chest and closed my eyes. What the hell had happened back there? My body and mind were too weak to process anything. This was no time to try and register the details, so I decided to go with it until sleep could bring back cognitive Elara. The wind around us slowed, and the loud whooshing sound left only ringing behind as we stopped in front of my house. Elena was sitting on the porch swing, her feet underneath her. I watched her swing back and forth for a minute before I pushed myself forward and slid out of Damon's arms. I shakily stood almost feeling as if I were on the swing with Elena for a moment. Damon held my elbow to steady me, and I squeezed his other hand in thanks. The wind changed, and Stefan was behind me, his hand on my shoulder.

"You ok, Elara?" he asked.

Elara?

He rarely called me that.

"Yeah, I'm ok, just woozy. Lena needs me. She is worried sick," I said, heading for the porch.

Damon huffed and followed Stefan, who was only a hand's reach behind me. Elena had her hand on her forehead, her face stained with tears. She obviously had been sitting there worried for a while. Her head turned as we approached, and she noticed Stefan's blood-stained shirt. She jumped from her seat and ran to Stefan, gasping.

"You're bleeding, Stefan,"

She ran her hands over his chest, checking him for injuries. I stood back beside Damon and watched them, almost envious of their relationship. I sometimes missed having someone to love.

"No, it's ok. It's ok, I'm ok," Stefan reassured her.

Elena took his arm and pulled him into an embrace, holding him tightly against her. "I couldn't stop her. I tried," Stefan whispered.

Elena pulled away and looked up at him aghast. "What does that mean?" she asked.

Stefan looked down his hands still in hers. "She fed, and then I lost her," he said.

Elena's mouth fell open, and she gasped in fear. "Oh, my god," she said, turning away from him.

I knew what that look meant, she was already formulating her own plans, plans that would end up putting her in the path of danger. I put my hands on my face and silently moaned. Damon rubbed my shoulders, and for once, I didn't worry about what it meant, I just let it happen. I was so tired.

"It's ok, I'll handle it. I'll find Vicki, and I will show her that she can live like I do. I will make sure that she does not hurt anybody, Elena. I promise you," Stefan said.

Elena turned back towards him and almost laughed her nerves on edge. She pulled her hair away from her face. "What do I tell Jeremy and Matt?" she asked.

Matt?

Oh, Matt, he was going to lose the last bit of his family.

I stepped away from Damon and walked up to Elena. I pulled her away from Stefan and into my arms. "It's ok, Lena. We will protect them," I promised.

She hugged me tightly, and I looked over her shoulder at the brothers who had started it all. I knew what Elena wanted to say to Stefan, and I hated it. For them both. They really did need each other, and regardless of his part in everything, she would be safer with him in her life. Niklaus would be here soon, and she would be in even more danger then they knew. I could only do so much when he showed up. I wouldn't have much time, and with our past, I would be less of an asset and more of a liability. At least when he showed up, she would have someone to protect her. I looked away from Stefan's eyes and met Damons. I tried to express what needed to be said, and when he closed his eyes and backed away, I was sure he got it. I looked back at Stefan and gave him a pained smile.

"I will always be here for you," I whispered so only he could hear.

I leaned down to Elena's ear and told her that I would be waiting in my room when she needed me.

"Thank you, Ellie," she gasped, tears in her eyes.

I glanced one last time at Stefan and stepped inside, allowing my sister to break his heart.

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