Anastasia

Annabell

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When I awoke I was no longer Anastasia, I was Anastasia but I wasn't, I looked around to see a completely different place, as if I had teleported to a different body, and a different place, but as well as my own memories I had a different set of memories, I was no longer in control of my body or mouth

"Annabell, come quick, Isabella is having the baby" Damon told me, I, as Anastasia, wanted to ask him what he was doing there, and who Isabella was, but Annabell already knew the answers,  Damon was a good friend to Annabell, and Isabella is Annabells daughter, Annabell has three children, two boys, David, who is named after his late father, and Frederick, whom she loves dearly, and she has one daughter, Isabella, who is married to Franklin. I ran out of the house towards Isabella's house, Annabell knew where the house was, I opened the door and walked in to see Isabella screaming, but not because she was giving birth but because her husband was stabbing her, he had the baby in his arms wrapped in a blanket, I ran to my daughter as her husband moved from her. I tried to heal her, using my powers, but I could not concentrate, The next words to come out of my daughters mouth sent me into a rage.

"He will kill her, my baby" she died, pointing towards her husband, I screamed, or Annabell screamed I stood up and just as Franklin raised the knife to kill his daughter I sent an electric current from my left hand towards him, he ducked and ran outside through the back door, leaving his daughter on the dining table, the front door opened I looked behind me to see my sons and Damon, knowing my granddaughter would be OK with them, I ran after Franklin, but by the time I caught him we were in the town square, I produced a fire ball in my right hand and threw it at him, the first one missed so I produced another, and threw that, I kept throwing them as fast as I could produce them, after a while I was commanded to stop by Thomas Birch, I looked towards Franklin to see his charred remains, I had been in such a rage that I burned him without realising, Thomas sentenced me to death, no trial, no jury, he told me I committed a crime by killing a man, I tried to explain what he had done.

"It matters not what he did to your daughter, she probably wasn't as innocent as you make her out to be" without hearing a word, without letting me speak he threw fire balls at me I cursed, and screamed

"I will return, I will avenge my death, that is a promise, Thomas, I will kill you!" I screamed as I took my last breath.

I gasped, choking as I sat up, I couldn't breath, the air wasn't getting to me quick enough, someone was kissing me, soon I calmed down, and kissed back, Damon stopped kissing me

"Welcome back" he smiled

"Damon? how dare you kiss me, I'm a widow, what would people say?" I said it before I could stop myself

"Widow?" Damon got up off the floor, "You're only twenty two, when were you even married?" He seemed so confused, I remembered now, I was Anastasia, not Annabell, my head hurt, I held my head in my hands

"No, I'm not married, I was never married" I said more to myself than Damon but he heard, he came to me again and kneeled, holding my hand in his, I stared into those blue orbs again finding myself getting lost in them, it made more sense now, these were not my feelings, at least not entirely, they were hers, they were Annabells. Without thinking I bought our hands to my mouth and I kissed his hand my lips lingered on his hand.

"Explain" he whispered, I moved my mouth away from his hand unwillingly, and I proceeded to explained how I had the same memories as Annabell, and when he didn't believe me I told him things that only he and Annabell knew, things like how Damon had confessed his love for Annabell but she never confessed hers, how she always said she didn't like him that way, but the truth was she probably loved him more than he did, but she was always worried about what people would say, what the coven would say, and most importantly, what her kids would say. Damon shook his head, "how?" He asked wanting to know how I got her memories, to which I shrugged