The Doppelgänger Mikaelson

Ivar strolled down the quiet streets of Mystic Falls with Alyssa by his side, the cool evening air carrying the faint hum of distant conversations. The town was peaceful tonight, a stark contrast to the chaos that seemed to follow the Mikaelsons everywhere.

Alyssa suddenly stopped, her eyes narrowing as she spotted someone in the crowd. "Ivar," she said, grabbing his arm. "Look."

Ivar turned his head lazily in the direction she was pointing. Among the scattered groups of people, Elena Gilbert stood, her familiar face striking even in the dim light. Ivar didn't so much as blink. Instead, he gave a small nod and continued walking.

Alyssa stared at him, incredulous. "That's it? You're not even surprised?" she asked, catching up to him.

Ivar shrugged, his hands in his pockets. "Should I be?"

Alyssa stopped in her tracks, realization dawning on her. "Wait... you knew, didn't you?" she asked, her voice rising slightly. "You knew she was alive, and you didn't say anything."

Ivar paused, glancing back at her. His expression was calm, unreadable. "What would've been the point?" he said simply.

Alyssa's jaw dropped. "The point? I don't know—maybe the fact that it has everything to do with why Klaus can't make hybrids?"

Ivar's silence was all the confirmation she needed. Alyssa ran a hand through her hair, piecing it together. "That's it," she muttered, a smile spreading across her face. "The doppelgänger's supposed to be dead for the spell to fully work. That's why Klaus's hybrids aren't turning. Oh, this is going to be interesting."

Ivar started walking again, unbothered by her excitement. "Interesting isn't the word I'd use," he said.

Alyssa fell into step beside him, still grinning. "Come on, Ivar. The Originals going up against Elena and her friends again? You can't tell me that won't be fun to watch."

Ivar shook his head slightly, his tone measured. "Not the Originals," he corrected. "Just Klaus."

Alyssa raised an eyebrow. "Just Klaus? You're saying the rest of you won't get involved?"

"We won't need to," Ivar replied.

Ivar glanced at Alyssa as they walked. "Klaus will find out one way or another," he said. "And the moment he sees her, he'll act. That's who he is."

Alyssa folded her arms, walking a step behind him. "Of course he will. But come on, Ivar, you're telling me the rest of you won't get involved? Don't all the Originals love a bit of chaos?"

Ivar stopped, turning to face her. His gaze was steady, his voice calm but firm. "We're not Klaus's lackeys, Alyssa. We're his siblings. If he wants to drag Mystic Falls into another mess, that's his business, not ours."

Alyssa nodded slowly, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Fair enough. I know you're not his minions. I just thought the Mikaelsons couldn't resist a little mayhem wherever they find it."

Ivar sighed, shaking his head. "You think you know us too well," he muttered, stepping away from her and continuing down the street.

"Maybe I do," Alyssa called after him, her grin widening. She paused, then added, "I'll catch up later. There's something I need to take care of first."

Ivar didn't stop or even turn around. "Do what you have to," he said, his voice trailing off as he disappeared into the growing darkness.

Alyssa stood there for a moment, her mind already racing with possibilities. A mischievous spark lit her eyes as she turned in the opposite direction, heading back toward town. Whatever she had planned, it was bound to stir the pot even further.

Alyssa walked back to the spot where she'd seen Elena, her eyes scanning the area. She raised her hand and waved it in the air. A faint shimmer appeared on the ground, and glowing footprints began to form—Elena's trail. Alyssa smirked. "Gotcha," she muttered before starting to follow them.

The trail led her through the quiet streets of Mystic Falls, winding past houses and shops until she reached Mystic Falls High. Alyssa stopped at the front gates, raising an eyebrow as she looked up at the building.

"A school?" she said, chuckling to herself. "This is where the great Elena Gilbert is hiding out?"

She pushed open the doors and stepped inside, the faint creak of the hinges echoing through the empty halls. The fluorescent lights flickered, casting long shadows across the polished floors. The glowing footprints continued, leading her down the corridor.

Alyssa strolled casually, taking in her surroundings. Lockers lined the walls, some adorned with stickers and old tape. It felt almost too normal—a far cry from the chaos she'd expected.

Eventually, the trail stopped in front of a classroom. Alyssa tilted her head, her lips curling into a sly smile. "Well, well," she murmured. "Let's see what we've got here."

She pushed the door open quietly, stepping into the dimly lit room. Her eyes scanned the space, landing on Elena sitting near the back, her head down as if she were lost in thought. Alyssa leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms.

"You know," Alyssa said, her voice cutting through the silence, "for someone who's supposed to be dead, you're not exactly hiding very well."

Elena's head snapped up the second she heard Alyssa's voice. Her eyes widened in shock, and she quickly stood, instinctively stepping back toward the wall. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice trembling slightly.

Alyssa smirked, pushing off the doorframe and taking a few slow steps into the room. "Relax," she said, her tone light. "I'm just here to take a look at the not-so-dead doppelgänger. Figured I'd see for myself what all the fuss is about."

Elena's back hit the wall, and she swallowed hard. "How did you find me?" she asked, her eyes darting toward the door as if considering an escape route.

Alyssa laughed softly, shaking her head. "Oh, please. You think you can hide from someone like me? I just followed your trail—literally." She gestured vaguely behind her. "Honestly, Elena, you should've been more careful."

Elena's hands clenched into fists at her sides as she tried to steady her breathing. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice firmer now, though the fear was still evident.

Alyssa tilted her head, studying her. "What do I want? Hmm... that's a good question." She took another step closer, her smile never wavering. "I guess I just wanted to see what the girl who's causing Klaus so much trouble looks like up close. You know, the one keeping his precious hybrids from working."

Elena's brows furrowed in confusion. "Hybrids? What are you talking about?"

"What she means Elena is that you are supposed to be dead."