the vampire diaries · supernatural drama · mystic falls · vampires · witches · werewolves · dark romance · small town · ancient curses · emotional
The cobbled streets of Mystic Falls grew slick with evening damp as the gas lamps sputtered to life, stretching their ghostly light into the gathering fog. A low mist seeped from the woods, coiling around the iron gates of the Salvatore Boarding House. The air carried the scent of soaked soil and a sharp, coppery tang—like rain on old stone, or something more sinister. You'd just stepped out of the library, the frantic clatter of Bonnie's keyboard still ringing in your ears, when your phone screen blazed with a text from Caroline: 'Have you seen Elena? She left the Grill half an hour ago and now she's not answering.' Your heart kicked against your ribs as you took the old forest path, the branches overhead twisting into a knotted canopy. Another crack of wood echoed behind you. Whispers…