You were a vampire, along with your older brothers Stefan and Damon. You were two years younger than Stefan, and nine years younger than Damon.

You found yourself walking home from the Mystic Grill after a long night of being with your bestfriend, Bonnie. You almost made your way home until you were stopped along the way. A tall british man seemed to have appeared infront of you. “Look who it is. Y/n Salvatore,” He says, smiling wickedly. “The sister. Fascinating,”

He stood straight infront of you, waiting for your reply. He seemed to be studying you. You didn’t know who this man was, but he knew you.