At first, Elena thought she was dreaming. Everything was extremely cold and dark and she certainly wasn't wearing any clothes that would keep her warm.
She heard noises of some sort of party nearby and thinking it would be a good idea to find people that could help her, Elena stood up and followed the sound of the partying.
Eventually she became aware of her surroundings. She had woken up in a forest. A forest that seemed vaguely familiar to her except everything was so much more new and fresh. It seemed like the trees were only just planted yesterday, although she knew that wasn't possible.
"Excuse me, miss? " I heard a voice call from behind me and swiftly turned around to see a much younger, very familiar face.
"Stefan? " she asked him, awestruck and highly confused about how this happened. They were fighting to get him back from Klaus and yet here he was walking towards me in a very old-looking outfit.
His eyes widened, "I'm sorry, have we met? " he asked me and I shook my head.
Whatever was happening certainly wasn't normal. Stefan wasn't usually like this, in fact if he did anything, he would be trying to frustrate her, not completely ignore her existence.
Then it hit her.
Everything seemed fresher, Stefan looked younger and was wearing old-fashioned clothes.
"What year is it? " she asked him, walking backwards cautiously as he began to walk closer to her.
He frowned, "It's 1864, do you need somewhere to stay miss... " he seemed to be asking for her last name and he almost said Gilbert.
She knew that wouldn't have been smart so she was trying to think of whatever name hadn't been related to Damon's past.
"Donovan. " she said as he nodded.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Donovan. " he said, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it.
I was still completely terrified of how I time travelled all the way back to 1864. How is time travel even possible? She asked herself, shuddering at the thought of how she got here and how she was going to get back.
There was no time to think things over as Stefan was asking her more questions that she didn't have the strength to answer.
"Do you have anywhere to stay? " he asked her and she shook her head, running a hand through her hair.
He looked down at her outfit and coughed at what she was wearing.
She looked down herself and realised she was wearing a much ripped up dress that was probably not the smartest thing she could do in this time. Outfits were very important here and if she was wearing the wrong sort, it could be very disrespectful.
"Would you like to use my coat? " he asked her and she nodded, she was extremely cold and it would be nice to have something to warm her up.
"Thank you. " she stated as he wrapped it around her shoulders.
He seemed to stare at her for a little while longer and surprisingly, she didn't stare back. In fact, she didn't feel anything towards this Stefan which was strange since back in her time, she was fighting so hard to get him back and now that she did get a caring Stefan back... It didn't matter to her.
Then she remembered something.
If this was Stefan back in 1864, he must be a human if he's out here all alone.
That meant Damon was here. And his words from the night he was going to die, replayed in her mind.
You should've met me in 1864. You would've liked me.
It was time to find out if she would.