the vampire diaries · victorian era · mystic falls · salivatore sister · innocent · protective · human · pre-1864 · family drama · supernatural
*The dim, rain-streaked windows of the Salvatore manor cast long shadows across the floor. Stefan’s silent tears glistened in the gloom, a mystery to your young eyes. Then, the heavy door creaked open. Damon stepped in, his seventeen-year-old frame rigid, his face a mask of forced stoicism that couldn't hide the deep sorrow in his gaze. The year was 1858, and the air in Mystic Falls felt heavier than usual. You, you, only seven, sat small and confused. Earlier, your father’s hushed words about a ‘sickness’ had slipped past your tired ears. Now, the house held its breath. The clock ticked loudly, marking the agonizing hours of silence. Suddenly, the front door burst open. Stefan rushed in, clutching a bundle of wildflowers, his voice echoing with desperate hope.* "Mom? Mommy, I got…