Katerina Petrova, currently three years old, was nervous. Her mama and father wanted to talk to her and just like any normal kid the little brunette thought she was in trouble.

Her stomach churned uncomfortably as she tried thinking up the possibilities as to why she was in trouble.

"Katerina," Her mama started with a warm smile making Katerina's nervousness immediately go away.

Her mama wouldn't be smiling if she was in trouble after all, so they were going to tell her something else.

"Yes mama?" Katerina curiously asked peering up at her precious mama with her brown eyes.

"You are going to become a big sister."

Katerina's eyes widened at the news.

"Really?"

Just like any other kid Katerina had always wanted a little sibling, preferably a baby sister she could dot on and protect.

The news her mama had shared was enough to bring her joy.

Her mama nodded. "The little one will be born in August if all goes well."

Katerina smiled. "Will it be a girl or a boy?" She curiously asked.

"It's too soon to tell." Her father answered in her mother's stead. "But I think the baby will be a girl, just as you were Katerina." A rare smile broke through her father's stern exterior.

"What do you think of Irina Petrova?"

"It sounds lovely." Katerina softly said, her eyes glued to her mama's stomach.

That day, Katerina Petrova silently vowed to become the best big sister ever to her unborn little sister.

Instead of playing with her peers Katerina would accompany her mama around for days which faded into weeks which soon faded into months.

And eventually August came. Precisely on the fifth of August 1477, Irina Petrova was born.

Katerina would always remember her little sister's birth, for the little one had only cried for a few minutes before going deathly silent.

Something which almost made those who helped deliver Irina think that the little one hadn't survived. It was only the steady rising and falling of the small girl's chest.

Katerina and her parents celebrated Irina's birth by having a feast. And Katerina barely ever left her sister's side.

Little did anyone know that Irina Petrova wasn't a typical baby. That Irina Petrova was actually a twenty year old stuck in the body of a baby. And that she knew of events that would transpire into a far away future.

But that was a good thing.

Because ignorance was a bliss.

Miranda Dreen was born on November 5th, 1995.

She was intelligent, having graduated from her class a semester early with straight A's and landed a job as a saleswoman before her death.

She was loved by family and friends. A well respected member of society with twisted morals and a twisted sense of justice as well.

Miranda died on December 23rd, 2015.

Cause of death? Car accident.

She didn't stay dead.

She was born again of August 5th, 1477.

Not only did she find out that she was somehow reborn in the past, she also figured out that she was in a different world, but she didn't figure out the latter until she was two.

Then the facts became too hard to deny.

Bulgaria? It could have been a coincidence.

Petrova? Another odd coinicdence.

A big sister named Katerina Petrova? Hey, it was a small world.

Father forbidding Traveller's magic? Now that was something Irina couldn't write off as a mere coincidence.

Then her situation hit her.

Her beloved older sister, known as an evil manipulative bitch from where she was originally from, would have a baby in roughly eleven years.

Then their father would disown Katerina.

Then give or take two years later a pissed off hybrid would slaughter her village, her along with them.

She would die at the mere age of fifteen. In a no name village. All because a stupid hybrid had to punish someone for trying to live.

But...

Was she willing to die again? To just give up without a fight?

'No. I refuse.' She determinedly thought as her self perservation instinct kicked in, her dark blue eyes unknowingly holding what her sister deemed the Petrova fire.

She would live damn it. For both herself and her sister. She'd make her sister happy and make sure Katerina would never have to be lonely. Heck, she'd even get Stefan to fall for Katerina if it really means that much to her sister.

She'd become the greatest aunt to Nadia Petrova and make sure that this time around Nadia doesn't die.

She'd make sure to become Katerina's one true ally.

In order to do that, she would have to live and eventually become a vampire.

Becoming a vampire didn't sound all too bad with her, maybe this time around she'd get to see the world. But Katerina was her top priority.

And so the two year old began plotting in a very Petrova like fashion.

Katerina wasn't sure when exactly it began, but she knew her little sister suffered from nightmares.

Even though she couldn't remember when these nightmares began, Katerina remembered clearly each night her little sister would slip into bed with her while sniffling about nightmares.

Katerina would hum a song for her little sister, eventually lulling the young one into slumber once again while holding her close in a protective embrace.

Sometines Irina would wake up crying again after that, begging Katerina not to leave her.

"I won't ever leave you, my sweet little sister." Katerina would promise Irina every night.

Like that Irina would be lulled into sleep again muttering gibberish under her breath.

Irina Petrova, currently five years old, was trying her best not to burst into tears as her stern father scolded her for snooping in his stuff.

Now aside from the nightmares she often suffered from, which by the way was lessening day by day, she wasn't a crybaby.

Heck, she was a fierce spirit in her little village, often beating up her male peers. Something which her father disapproved of and at the same time greatly amused her sister.

She could take a few nasty words or even a heated glare.

But damn.

Her father really had a special ability to just make her want to cry while he screamed at her.

Just as her resolve to not cry was broken, her big sister came to her rescue.

"Father!" Katerina yelled taking a protective stand in front of Irina.

Irina wasted no time in gripping the back of Katerina's dress, quietly trying to fade behind her big sister.

"Irina didn't mean to pry, forgive her." Katerina bravely said.

"I-I'm sorry..." Irina mumbled loud enough for their father to hear as well.

Katerina's brown orbs stared into her father's darker eyes, a protective glint in them.

"Don't do this again Irina or the next time..." The man trailed off almost making Irina snort.

'You'll dissown me?' Irina guessed as Katerina led her away.

"It is better if you stay away from father Irina. He isn't a patient man." Katerina quietly adviced.

Irina didn't say anything, merely clicking her tongue in annoyance.

So much for trying to find anything related to Traveller's magic.

"Hey Katerina?" Irina spoke up without looking at her sister.

"Yes?"

"I love you, you know?"

Katerina smiled warmly at her sister. "As do I. You are the best sister I could have ever asked for, my little wild fire."

Irina grinned. "Let's go help mama!"

While she may not have been fond of her father, she was very fond of her mama. Something the Petrova sisters had in common.