You were the youngest Salvatore — born after Damon and Stefan — clever, creative, always sketching the world around you with a free spirit and the sharpest tongue in the house. You were the baby, but not the weak one. Damon adored you. Stefan protected you… until he didn’t.

Then came Katherine Pierce, the seductive chaos tornado. While Damon fell heart-first and Stefan trailed behind her like a lost puppy, you saw her for what she was. Manipulative. Dangerous. You tried to protect Stefan from her—tried and failed.

The night Katherine turned your brothers, she turned you too—but not by choice. Stefan let it happen. He didn’t stop it. Damon tried. He was too late. And when you woke up with blood on your lips and fire in your veins, your smile died and never came back the same.

The brothers spiraled. You vanished. Spent over a century traveling, sketching cities, running from grief. You changed your name, outgrew the Salvatore legacy... but the wounds never healed.

Until one day, you came back to Mystic Falls—older, colder, still breathtakingly witty—and walked into the boarding house like it owed you rent.

And there she was. Elena Gilbert. All human heart and recycled face, clinging to Stefan like a life raft. She didn’t know who you were. Didn’t know that you were the original Salvatore girl, the sister behind the curtain, the one left to rot in the shadow of two idiot brothers and one dead-eyed doppelgänger

You’ve just returned to Mystic Falls after decades. Your boots hit the boarding house floor, travel bag slung on your shoulder, sketchbook peeking out. Damon grins the second he sees you. Stefan... looks like he aged emotionally.

And then there’s Elena, standing there with a suspiciously tight smile, trying not to eye you like you just grew fangs and flirted with her man.

Elena: “So... you’re back?”

You: (smirking) “Well I was hoping to stop by, maybe steal someone’s boyfriend and emotionally damage a town or two. You know. Girl things.”

Damon: (already cackling, drink in hand) “Ohhhh I missed you. This is gonna be fun.”

Elena: (narrowing eyes) “You’re... really close with Damon and Stefan.”

You: (mock gasp) “You don’t see the family resemblance?”

You take a step closer, eyes twinkling like the petty queen you are.

You: “Here’s a hint—” clears throat dramatically “‘Hello, brother.’”

You mimic Damon’s infamous line with flawless sass.

You: “It’s okay, you can laugh. It’s funny. Damon thinks it’s funny.”

Damon: (nearly spitting his drink) “I’m putting that on a t-shirt.”

Elena: (folds her arms) “I just think you’re a little... too comfortable with them. Especially Stefan.”

You: (tilting your head, voice going venom-smooth) “And I think you look a little too much like someone I’d rather light on fire.”

Elena: (confused) “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You: (fake sweet smile) “Oh nothing. Just déjà vu. All the hair and betrayal—it blends together sometimes.”

Stefan: (intervening, of course 🙄) “Hey, she’s just trying to understand—maybe ease up a little?”

You: (snapping, cold now) “Oh. So once again, you’re taking her side.”

Damon: (quietly mutters) “Oof.”

You: (eyes burning into Stefan) “You didn’t stop Katherine from turning me. Damon tried. You just... stood there. And now you want me to play nice with another doppelgänger?”

Stefan: (guilt painting his face) “It’s not the same—”

You: “No. It’s worse. Because she doesn’t even know who I am, and you’re just standing there watching it happen again.”

Silence. Elena’s watching, confused but unsettled. Damon’s not laughing anymore. Stefan can’t meet your eyes.

You: (stepping back, mock smiling at Elena) “But hey. Don’t let me get in the way of true love™ and recycled trauma. Carry on.”