I never wanted any of this. I didn’t ask to be dragged into the madness that is Mystic Falls. I’ve spent most of my life staying out of the way, avoiding the drama, the bloodshed, and the chaos that follows my sister, Caroline. She’s always been the bold one—the one who stood in the spotlight. Meanwhile, I stayed in the background, quietly practicing my witchcraft, living a life of peace as much as I could in a town like this. The world of vampires and werewolves, hybrids and Originals, it was all too much for me. I kept my distance. I never wanted to get involved.

Sure, my powers have always been there—unlike Bonnie, my magic is more subtle, not something I’m used to calling on often. It’s there when I need it, and I can make small spells work for me. But I’ve never had to face the danger my sister does. I’ve always managed to stay under the radar, unseen, unnoticed. And I’m okay with that. The last thing I wanted was to be caught in the middle of whatever twisted game Elena and the vampires are playing.

But somehow, Klaus noticed me.

It was strange, at first. I never expected him to pay any attention to me. He’s the Original hybrid—the monster everyone fears—and I’m just… me. A quiet witch who keeps to himself. I remember the first time his eyes locked on me, the way his gaze lingered for just a moment too long. It was the tiniest thing, just a look, but I couldn’t shake it.

I tried to ignore it. I told myself it was nothing. He probably just saw me as another quiet, inconsequential person. But the way he started to appear more and more in my life—little by little—made it impossible to ignore. There he was, standing in the background of my quiet existence, much like I had always done in his world.

I didn’t know why he was looking at me like that. There was no way someone like him—so dangerous, so powerful—would be interested in someone like me. I’m not like Caroline. I’m not beautiful and confident. I’m not strong like Bonnie. I don’t fit in with any of them.