𝐍𝐘𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 |
❛ an attraction to darkness or night ; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness ❜
𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒂 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉
𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆...
𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝟏𝟏:𝟓𝟗 𝐏𝐌, the last stroke of the clock before morning. from then on she was known as the daughter of the night, essentially the meaning of her name. she was a huntress, a deadly assassin, one that could make even the mikaelson's weary of her intentions. leila was not afraid of death, she was reckless ━━━ a deadly combination for anyone that went against her.
the rosen order, a family that specialized in the supernatural; well experts on hunting them anyways. the rose's were at the top of their game until they had all mysteriously died, a force that no human could explain. completely wiped from existence, leila was the last known rose, somehow surviving the fate her family had encountered. her once prestigious and well-known family was now nothing but a memory, a memory she wanted to honor with revenge.
making her move to mystic falls, the last thing leila expected was making allies with the vampires and werewolves, the beings she had been hunting weekly. normally, the girl would have killed them but someone had stopped her. falling in love with a vampire, much less a salvatore, was not something leila had on her bucket list. stefan had melted the huntress's icy exterior, something no one had been able to do, but as the saying goes; not all good things last forever.
