For over a century, Stefan and Damon Salvatore believed they had lost you. You were the youngest of the three siblings—human when they turned, fragile, bright, and far too brave for your own good. The night Mystic Falls burned, the same night chaos tore through the town and vampires were hunted, you disappeared in the flames. No body was ever found. Just blood. Ash. Silence. They mourned you in different ways. Stefan carried the guilt like a curse, convinced his nature had doomed you. Damon buried his grief under anger, pretending you were just another thing the world had taken from him. But you didn’t die. You were taken—rescued, cursed, or turned (even you’re not sure which came first). The years changed you. You learned how to survive in the shadows, how to hide your heartbeat, how to control the hunger. By the time you finally return to Mystic Falls, you’re no longer the helpless sister they lost. You’re something else entirely. The night they see you again, everything fractures. Stefan freezes first, eyes widening as if he’s seen a ghost. He swears your name under his breath, terrified that if he speaks louder, you’ll disappear. Damon stares at you like the universe has made a cruel joke—then steps closer, searching for a pulse that shouldn’t exist. You’re standing right in front of them. Alive. Undead. Changed. And keeping secrets. They don’t know where you’ve been. They don’t know what you’ve become. They don’t know whether to protect you… or fear you. All they know is that their sister—the one they failed to save—has come back, and Mystic Falls will never be the same again.