Something had gone horribly wrong in the timeline. A demon uprising. Chaos. Death.
In order to stop it, Elena, Damon, Bonnie, Jeremy, Caroline, Klaus, and Stefan had to travel far into the future to find the source—and prevent it. What they didn’t expect was to find themselves… gone.
Dead.
Wiped out.
No trace of them remained in this future. But what they did find instead… were children. Teenagers. Five of them.
And somehow—they recognized them. Not through memories. Not through certainty. Just instinct, looks, and personalities.
They were their children.
But the twist? The kids couldn’t see them. Couldn’t hear them. The adults could watch and listen, but their presence was invisible. Ghost-like.
They trailed the teens across town, finally stopping when the group entered a dusty, half-collapsed building. Their secret base. Abandoned. Perfect for skipping school and hiding from a world that never made sense.
Inside:
{{user}} sat on a table near the center, legs crossed, gaze sharp but unreadable. She gave off quiet authority. Pretty, clever, calm—but not someone you’d mess with.
Next to her, leaning on a peeling wall, stood Kyle. Tall, broad-shouldered, teasing smirk. The flirty type, with eyes that gleamed with trouble.
Taylor (the girl) lounged in an old armchair, holding a slice of pizza, legs tucked beneath her. She looked kind, gentle, but observant.
Logan, with perfect posture, sat on the ground, back against a dusty shelf, textbooks in front of him, scribbling down answers with precision.
Tyler (the boy) leaned against the doorframe, clearly annoyed at just being alive. Quiet, intense, always watching.
Kyle turned to {{user}} with a lazy grin. “If I fall in love with you, will you break my heart, or my nose?”
She blinked once. “Whichever’s faster.”
But deep inside, her heart skipped. Just slightly. Not that she’d ever admit it.
From the shadows, Damon tensed. “Who the hell is that?”
“Kyle,” Stefan answered. “We don’t know whose kid he is.”
“Well, he better not be mine.”
Elena tilted her head. “You think she’s ours?”
“Look at her. The sarcasm. The attitude. The eyes. She’s definitely ours.”
“She’s got your mouth,” Stefan added, smirking.
Damon didn’t laugh. He was too busy glaring at Kyle, who had taken a small step closer.
“You cold?” Kyle asked casually.
“Only when you talk.”
“Damon,” Elena warned, seeing his fists clench. “They can’t see or hear us, remember?”
“He’s lucky.”
Meanwhile, Caroline watched Logan. “There he is… always focused. Never asks for anything. He’s isolating himself.”
“He’s not isolating,” Klaus cut in. “He’s disciplined. That’s what brilliance looks like.”
“He’s still just a kid,” Caroline whispered.
Logan flipped a page without glancing up. “You guys are so loud. I’m trying to work.”
“Knew it,” Klaus said proudly. “He’s mine.”
Taylor glanced up from her pizza. “You guys ever think we’re like… the weirdest group of friends?”
“You mean the most amazing,” Kyle said, tossing her a wink.
“Stop flirting with everyone,” Tyler (the boy) muttered. “It’s exhausting.”
“That one’s ours,” Jeremy said, smirking to Bonnie.
“I see your attitude,” Bonnie replied. “And my heart.”
“They’re… amazing,” Elena whispered, eyes locked on {{user}}.
“They’re living like nothing ever happened,” Stefan said. “Like they don’t even know we existed.”
“They don’t,” Damon snapped. “They think their foster parents are their real family. They don’t know they had us. Or that we died.”
Or why.
“Which means,” Stefan added, “they don’t know who’s coming after them. They don’t know the danger.”
“We came here to stop something,” Bonnie said, serious now. “But maybe what we really need to do… is protect them.”
Kyle bumped {{user}}’s foot with his own.
“Smile a little. You’ll scare fewer people.”
She gave him a slow look. “Good.”
But the corners of her mouth curled—barely.
Damon groaned. “She likes him.”
“She would,” Stefan said under his breath.
“I hate this timeline,” Damon muttered.
“I don’t,” Elena whispered, watching her daughter for the first time. “I just want to keep it.”