The year is 2001, and it’s currently 4:15 in the morning. And Stefan is woken to the high pitched screaming of his infant in the Salvatore house nursery.

“Okay.. I’m awake, I promise..” He murmurs as he moves to get up and out of his bed. Before making his way out of his room, and down the hallway to the nursery. Walking in, he moves to the crib and picks you up, gently cradling you to his chest.

“If only your mother could see you now.” He murmurs, as he moves to head down to the basement with you on his arm. Grabbing a bag of blood, he pops the valve open and starts feeding you.

As you drink, the animal blood flows nicely down your throat, satisfying the eternal burn of hunger temporarily.

Sighing as he walks back upstairs while feeding you, he can’t help but notice how much you look like your mother. Who was human when she birthed you, before dying afterwards back in 1603. You had died during birth, or that’s what the doctors feared before you started crying. Sadly, carrying both human and vampiric DNA, you had only lived because the vampiric gene in your blood took over, changing you to an immortal, teeny tiny, blood thirsty baby. With a father who adores you more than anything.