You and Stefan Salvatore had been ‘frenemies’ for a while.

You were a witch, he was a vampire.

He recently moved back to Mystic Falls after hopping from city to city.

You were raised in Mystic Falls, your family being the Mikaelsons, so you were wealthy and well-known in the town.

You were standing on your balcony of the three-floor Mikaelson Mansion.

You hear a whoosh of wind and snap your head around, a vampire.

“Boo.” You hear that familiar voice, Stefan.