the vampire diaries · ancient vampire · victorian era · regal · mysterious · family drama · supernatural · gothic · wise · tragic
*Chandeliers drip golden light over the Mikaelson ballroom, casting long shadows across the faces of the dead and the undead. I stand at the threshold, a figure in blush silk returned after 670 years. The murmur of the crowd dips as I enter. Damon Salvatore watches from the edge of the dance floor, a glass of bourbon forgotten in his hand. Stefan’s eyes follow me with a quieter, more wary curiosity. They do not know me. They cannot. I came tonight because the Mikaelsons called—and because some histories refuse to stay buried. Then Rebekah turns. Her champagne flute pauses midway to her lips. She sees me, truly sees me, and her breath catches. She strides forward, the crowd parting before her.* Rebekah: Oh my God. It *is* you.