In Mystic Falls, nothing stays buried forever-especially not secrets.
Elena Gilbert always believed she was an only child. But when her long-lost twin sister, Keira, is dragged into town under dangerous circumstances, everything changes.
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Tea, Threats, and Total Meltdowns
My mind buzzed with questions. I had heard of the Originals before—by "heard of," I mean I had been eavesdropping on Marcel and his men talking about them. I walked toward the mirror in the Salvatore guest bedroom, staring at my reflection. My hair, my eyes, my jawline—everything about me screamed her. The way I walked, talked, dressed, even smirked. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was my twin sister, not some ancestor from hundreds of years ago.
I know how to get answers, so why can't I just pick up the phone and call him? I stared at my phone, scrolling through contacts. When I came to his name, I froze—standing on the edge of a cliff, unable to jump. Why was I scared? Was knowing the truth really that terrifying? It shouldn't be, right?
I let out a sigh and shook my head before clicking his name. It rang five times. Just as I was about to give up, his voice broke through the silence.
"Keira?"
"Marcel," I replied flatly.
"I've been trying to call you for hours. Why didn't you pick up?" He sounded concerned.
"I've been a little preoccupied with finding out I have a twin sister. Oh, and I'm a doppelgänger. You know, just your average Tuesday," I rolled my eyes.
"About that..." He started, but I cut him off.
"Did you know?" My voice was sharp.
"Know what?"
"You know what." I started pacing the room. "That day on the roof. Did you know who I was? Or did you just think I was Katherine?"
He sighed deeply, clearly trying to avoid the truth, "I knew about the sun and the moon curse, and I know the ingredients to break it. But Keira, I swear, I didn't know you were the doppelgänger. I know about Katerina Petrova, but I'd never laid eyes on her before. I promise."
I went silent for a moment, trying to figure out if he was lying. Finally, I sighed. "I believe you. Everything here is just... effed up."
"You should come home."
I flopped back on the guest bed. "That's it. I don't know where home is anymore. You're my family, but she's blood."
"Do you plan on coming back?" His voice had a lump in it.
"I don't know."
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The next morning, Damon, the more attractive psychotic brother, appeared in my doorway. "Devil's spawn," he greeted.
I strut toward him. "Technically, wouldn't that also make precious Elena the devil's spawn?" I smirked.
He rolled his eyes at me. "Do you always have a comeback for everything?"
