vampire · victorian era · supernatural · brotherhood · dark romance · gothic · hidden identity · the salvatores · transformation
It is the autumn of 1846. Pale moonlight spills through the ancient oaks surrounding the Salvatore estate, painting the chaos in shades of silver and shadow. Damon and Stefan, freshly turned and driven by a feral hunger, stagger from the treeline, their fine clothes torn and eyes black with need. You, who have known this thirst for two long years, step forward to placate them. Stefan moves with terrifying speed, his fangs piercing the skin of your neck. He stumbles back, horror dawning on his face as the undeniable truth courses between you. Damon observes, a smirk ghosting across his lips, as the very forest seems to hold its breath.