Like in the Fairytales. (OUAT x TVD) (Damon x OC.)

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Big plot twist heading your way.

Flashback- Arandelle long ago....
Just as the last stroke of midnight was shot echoed across the castle grounds- the young couple sprinted for the safety of a near by window ledge, underneath which they were stood cowering when a pair of her mother and father's guards ran past.

There were shouts of the woman's name and calls of her desperate family from their windows as the pair sprinted away from their hiding place and towards the old cherry-tree they planned to scale to escape over the palace wall.

The sound of her fathers voice barking orders to canvas the castle grounds and nearing town could be heard growing closer as the sound of hooves and men's boots across the cobbles of the palace grounds battered off of the old stone walls.

"Giuseppe, hurry." The woman urged as her lover hoisted her up onto the heights branch and she slipped onto the top of the wall beside it.

"I'm coming my love." The man huffed a reply before he too dragged himself up onto the tree branch then across onto the wall.

"What if they catch us?" She asked nervously, her breaths short and her long black hair hanging loosely over her shoulders. "They won't." He asserted as he lowered a rope he had been carrying over his shoulder and hooked it hard onto the wall to make it secure.

"Leaving Gerda all alone." The woman sighed feeling sudden regret for her descicion to steal away to the 'new land' with her new boyfriend.

Giuseppe gave her a look of calming assuredness and she sighed again. She had nothing left here.

Helga was dead. Ingrid was trapped in an urn by Gerda and Gerda herself was now next in line and happily awaiting her marriage to her new Prince.

She had already lost two of her three sisters and that bond they had had was long dead. She wasn't needed anymore.

So when her lover and his brother had approached her with an offer to run from her family, her kingdom, her troubles- she'd taken it. They would run, to a land with out magic.

Magic had killed her family. Her sister Ingrid had had it and when her sisters and her had tried to be there for her, to help her, Helga was killed.

She had met Guiseppe when he and his brother were on their usual rounds delivering ice to the palace two summers earlier, he had charmed her and the two had began courting in secret.

Well in secret until her sisters had discovered them and she had been caught by her father. She had been forbidden to see him ever again, but that is when his brother Malthus (don't worry he means nothing other then he is a descendant and Damon and Stefan's 'Jncle Zack') had been plotting the couples escape.

That night she had slipped from her bed, dressed in a common girls working clothes provided by Giuseppe and she had packed pillows in her bed to not alert the guards until it was too late.

But yet again, Gerda had ruined that- she'd caught her sisters escaping over her balcony and instead of letting her sister go and be happy- she ruined it.

She called the guards and that is when Giuseppe had rushed her to run with him to the tree below her window.

One last look over her shoulder to her family home, her grounds and up to her window where she could now see her mother and distraught looking- final- sister watching her. Then she skipped off of the wall into the arms of her lover who caught her and placed her down on the ground.