I was in my chambers, gazing at my oliba coloured skin in the mirror, while brushing my luscious dark brown hair. These were traits I was fortunate enough to inherit from my mother as they did not run in my father's side of the family. Oh my mother. How I wished I had known her.
I didn't know much about her. Only that her name was Tatia Petrova and she had died when I was just a baby at the hands of my very own grandmother, a very powerful witch named Esther. Esther had wished to end the rivalry between two of her sons. For this reason she used my mother in a sacrifice ritual which transformed...
She gracefully placed her warm, loving hands on his neck.
“It will be ok,” Elena spoke softly as she looked into Damon’s gorgeous blue eyes.
“We Nawawala Stefan, Elena, it will never be ok,” He sinabi with anger and guilt in his throat.
“I know,” Elena was sad, but held it back because she knew that now that Stefan was gone she needed to be strong for both her and Damon, “But you can’t blame yourself, Damon, this kind of stuff happens, it happens all the time, and lets face it, it’s bound to happen again.”
“But it was all my fault, I’m the reason my brothers dead,” Damon felt...