Katherines POV:
The screams were unbearable.
Horrifying.
As if she felt nothing but pure, biting pain ripping through her very being.
The night air was filled with the sound of bones cracking out of place, like the process werewolves go through when shifting but this, this was much, much worse.
Then suddenly it stopped.
It all stopped.
The screams, the cracking. Everything.
It felt as if time stood still as her body fell, limp to the ground, no movement going through it at all almost as if she had just given up. Complete and utterly.
Damon and I stood staring at her body in shock neither of us knowing exactly what to do as every disturbed tendril of air slipped back into it's designated place.
Everything going back to normal and yet being so very, very wrong.
Damon started to approach her body when her eyes suddenly sprung open, wide and fearful yet angry and menacing, a secret promise of pain and torture deep within them.
We all jumped back in shock yet again.
We've all seen this before and last time was not good, no one needed a repeat of that.
Stefan talking was like a gun shot sounding in the silent night air, all heads snapping to his. Even hers.
"I'm going to take Elena home." Stefan mumbled before running off into the night without so much as a glance back but I knew he was worried beyond belief about his only sister.
I glanced at Damon to see what our next move would be but all I got in response was a shrug.
From a distance, I watched on cautiously as Damon approached the red eyed, dangerous looking woman.
I didn't stay far for very long.
Running quickly to Damon's side I held back her head as she went to try and bite him.
Keeping a firm grip on the top of her head I ran at the same speed as Damon, who was caring her gently in his arms, still the caring brother as always, until we reached the Lockwood's old underground estate.
Not a word is spoken as we try incredibly hard to get her into one of the cells without hurting her too much but also trying to not let her bite us.
We both knew how bad that could be.
Eventually we managed to maneuver ourselves so that we could carefully lay her in before running out and locking the cell door.
Hopefully she'll calm down and even better; get back to normal.
Hours passed with her snapping and clawing through the metal bars before finally, as if exhaustion had decided to finally make itself known, she collapsed on the floor, breath calming and her face looking as peaceful as ever.
Even in my head I couldn't muster up the courage to call her by her real name because this wasn't her.
She didn't try biting her best friend or her brother and she certainly didn't have blood red eyes like that of a rogue.
This wasn't her. This wasn't Layla.
Laylas POV:
My eyes started to flutter open yet all I could see was darkness.
Thoughts in my head rattled around cluelessly, no straight thought or idea sticking to a path, everything aimless, messy, confusing.
A groan escaped my mouth as I struggled to sit up properly wondering why there were bars in front of me like in a cell...
Wait, why am I in a cell?!
I sat up from my uncomfortable position and turned to my right looking for anyone I might recognise.
Hopefully I hadn't gotten arrested again...That would be awkward to explain since I have no clue what I've done.
My eyes almost immediately landed on a sleeping Katherine and Damon spooning?
I felt my eyes widen as a lazy grin slipped onto my face at how cute they looked together, if only they could both see that they were meant to be together but they're both stubborn as hell.
I cleared my throat loudly trying to get their attention but when that didn't work I resulted to shouting.
"HEY! WAKE UP!"
They both shot up comically looking around confused even though we were the only three here so it really wasn't that confusing.
Their eyes settled on my grinning form behind the cages and they slowly looked at each before staring questioningly at me, neither moving away from the other.
"Layla?" Katherine mumbled, slowly getting up and taking hesitant steps towards me.
I stared at her like she was utterly insane.
"Yeah genius, think you could let me out of here?" I asked, staring at her like she had grown two heads.
Damon quickly stood up walking towards me much less hesitant than Katherine but still cautious.
Seriously, what had I done?
"Layla? You're not gonna try and bite my head off again right?" Damon asked, an annoyed look in his eyes as he remembered something.
Try and bite him? What was this guy smoking? Seriously?
I sighed in frustration, "No Damon now let me out of this freaking cell!"
"I think she's fine, let her out." Katherine stated, turning away from us to examine her nails, she wasn't so great at showing her feelings towards people even me.
"Don't give me orders." Damon mumbled under his breathe before unlocking the cell and stepping back for me to walk out.
I walked out of the cell stiffly, my back aching in protest as I stretched it out wincing slightly as it cracked.
"Do you remember what happened last night?" Katherine asked staring intently into my eyes having turned back from her nail inspection.
I shook my head slowly as a negative, deeply regretting it afterwards.
"Shit." Note to self don't shake head after a night you can't remember the next morning.
"Basically you started screaming and your bones started cracking and..." Damon started off but I tuned out after a single number, or date to be precise, came into my head.
1241.
"Damn! Damon, Katherine sorry but I really got to go." I shouted as I ran back at full speed to the boarding house ignoring both set of voices protesting my disappearance.
As soon as I got home I raced upstairs to my bedroom, ignoring the shocked outburst from a worried looking Stefan, and instantly logging onto my laptop.
I waited impatiently as the laptop took a while to log onto my homepage but as soon as it did I instantly typed in 1241 events into the google search bar.
Scrolling down the results page I looked for anything significant that had any link with a girl named Lillian but came up short.
I sighed in defeat and leaned back in my chair, my mood deteriorating immediately.
Why would Lillian tell me 1241 knowing I know absolutely nothing about it but then not give me anything else to go on.
It just didn't make sense.
Nothing made sense anymore.
Ever since Klaus had appeared back in Mystic Falls my life had gone from tolerable to increasingly downhill.
In some ways I really wish my life was how it used to be, just with Klaus in it as well sadly enough.
No matter how much Klaus had ruined my normal I would never regret him coming back into my life because at the end of the day he will always be the one I truly and uncontrollably love.
My eyes drifted close, my body reaching out to the darkness when an image popped into my head; a man.
A man in a bright, golden cloak.
Who was he?
Why did I recognise him so quickly?
'Don't worry my sweet. You'll know everything soon enough. In time it will all become clear. Now sleep...sleep...sleep...
Darkness once again consumed me, my body not as willingly succumbing to it but welcoming it all the less.
I hardly felt it when my body hit the floor this time, the darkness already becoming my best friend.
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