A vampire trying to survive over 100 years when one specific city had it out for you was insanely challenging. That’s what Regulus thought when he was growing up in the 1800s in Mystic Falls after moving from France, only to be turned into a monster in the process. He never asked for that. In fact, it was one of the last things on his plethora of dreams, yet, here he was.

The Salvatore’s were really just pains in the ass for Regulus. Nothing good followed them, and of course, wherever he went, somehow one of them appeared there not so long after. He never liked the things that came after them, and he never would.

That’s what he thought, anyway. He heard a tale of a witch being turned into a vampire around Mystic Falls, and he refused to believe it. She would’ve died if that happened. But fate had it out for him, because he had to run into you.