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𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗿, 𝟭𝟴𝟱𝟮
Damona was not a religious person, nor had she ever believed that there was some sort of mythical power that could lead a person to be given another life. Some people call it reincarnation or being given another chance at life. Damona called her situation a joke but she wasn't laughing at it. Purgatory was another word that came to Damona's mind because she was neither in heaven nor hell, just alive. It was like a deity went there you go Damona and boom a new life. Honestly, Damona doubted that she would have changed my belief if not for experiencing the situation herself.
Now to explain her situation in simple terms. The black haired beauty woke up in the vampire diaries decades before the main plot began. Even if it sounded very farfetched like something out of fictional book but Damona was living proof of the phenomenon. The vampire diaries tv show was filled with more supernatural drama that put Twilight to shame. Damona personally had never watched the vampire diaries although her friend did, filling her in on all the major details of the tv show. In her opinion it was more like a rant. Damona's friend was particularly fond of a man called Damon Salvatore. The black haired woman laughed at the similar names.
Damon Salvatore. Some would describe him as sex on two legs while others would call him a dick, but he was a hot dick, nonetheless. In Damona's opinion, Damon Salvatore was a man that was dealt with a terrible hand in life and so in return he lashed back at the world. But that did not excuse his terrible behaviour towards others though, he was not the only one dealt with a crappy hand in life. And just because he was hot does not mean he should get away with it. Oh, who was she kidding being hot gives you a free pass at life as seen in many tv shows.
Why was Damona even thinking about Damon Salvatore? The two most important things about Damon Salvatore were that A he was a fictional character from the tv show the vampire diaries. Fictional meant not real, despite some people wanting to deny it. And B, Damona was a hundred percent certain that Damon Salvatore was a boy. So then why was Damona currently sitting on a large bed in the Salvatore mansion? This situation all started on the black haired girls thirteenth birthday, when the memories of her past life sprang on her, hitting on her like a truck or a carriage. It took a one week coma before Damona had finally sorted through the memories to a reasonable standard.
As much as it would have been fun to experience a male body and test all the parts out. Damona didn't think that she would have liked to be in a males body permanently, Damona admitted to herself that she probably would have gone through an identity crisis, and she doubted that people would accept herself coming out as trans female in the middle of the nineteenth century. Tough luck to them, Damona would have pulled off an amazing Grell. The towns people would probably accuse her of witchcraft or something equally stupid, just because you do not understand it does not mean that its evil. Why are people stupid?
Damona shook her head to the side, pulling herself out of her inner rant of people's stupidity. She turned towards her bedside table and picked up a fancy looking mirror decorated with small gold butterflies on the back. She had to admit that she looked beautiful for a thirteen-year-old. Call her a narcissist but she did. "Damona, you look better," said Lily Salvatore, Damona's new birth mother, she walked into the room with a trusted maid Mary following behind her. One that Damona's father hadn't slept with yet, due to not being up to his standards or in other words she did not have the correct skin tone.
Yep, Damona's father is a typical bigot of this time period along with being an abusive asshole and a misogynist. The black haired girl couldn't wait until the man died and what better way to die by his pride and joy, Stefan. People can think of her as cruel for setting her future ripper brother on their father once he is turned but do she care? No. He can rot in hell for all she cared. Damona's father was not a nice man, far from it. He used to physically abuse her but since she was growing into a beautiful young lady, a good-looking item that he could sell. He refrained himself from physical abuse, unfortunately, her mother wasn't as lucky.
"I feel better, mother," answered Damona, giving the frail woman in front of her a smile, she seemed pleased by the answer which made the black haired girl feel happier. Lily tried to help the situation, but sometimes trying was never enough. Damona slipped out of the massive bed, walking over to Mary, who helped Damona out of her night wear. On the bottom of the bed laid an off-the-shoulder white dress with blue flowers. The dress was made with expensive material that only a rich family could afford. "It's not too tight, is it madam?" Asked Mary, holding the strings of the corset in her hands. Damona shook her head at the maid, she could still breath so that was a good sign.
When Mary finished adding the additional touches to Damona's outfit, she went on to brush Damona's hair, putting it into a respectable hairstyle. Damona looked into the mirror pleased with the look. She spun around, making sure that she could move in this outfit. Lily gave a small clap at the scene. "Does it look pretty?" Damona asked her with a shy smile, still getting used to having her additional memories. "You're growing up to be so beautiful Damona. It feels like yesterday when I first held you in my arms, my daughter with the most beautiful blue eyes. Soon you will marriage and start your own family," told Lily with a smile.
Marriage was a touchy subject for Damona. With memories of a time when a majority of woman were not sold off in a marriage or could fall in love with anyone they wanted. She didn't know what to feel about. Uncertain and anxious comes to the black haired girls mind. She was not looking forward to marriage, but it was to be expected as daughter of a wealthy family and one of the founding families in Mystic Falls. Damona nearly snorted at that, she knew at least two families that were here in Mystic Falls before hers. Damona once argued with her father on the subject of marriage and that only ended with her earning a bruised face. 'You should never question me' Giuseppe's warning rung through Damona's mind, she shivered slightly as she touched her check, remembering that night.
"Mother is it wrong that I don't want to get marriage," told Damona, walking alongside her mother as they went to the music room. It was time for Damona's music lessons to the black haired girls joy. The maid, Mary remained in Damona's room to it up. The black haired girl looked up at Lily's face, wanting to see her expression. The only marriage life that Damona's mother knew was with Giuseppe and that was disappointing.
From her memories, Damona's mother was always nice to her even if she did something controversial for a Lady of this time period, Lily was always there with her arms opened and welcoming. "Thats okay. I'm sure that you will like the idea in time as you grow older and more mature," answered Lily with a strained smile. "I hope that you will marry someone better than your father," she whispered the last part to herself.
"I hope so too," hummed Damona, realising the two new presences that were walking up the stairs. It was Stefan, Damona's younger brother, following their father around like a little duckling. Was she jealous? Nope. Did she speed up to not have to deal with them? Yes, since she didn't want to deal with her father. What did Damona think of her younger brother... she didn't know. Damona never really spent much time with him in all honesty but they did have meaningful talks every now and again.
Lily greeted them while Damona walked on ahead, she stood outside the music room with a grin on her face. If there was one thing that she liked about her new life it was the increase of musical talent. Damona learned how to play the piano and violin. Lily arrived a few minutes later. "Shall we go inside?" Asked Lily, pushing the door opened for the both of them to enter. "Lets," replied Damona with giddiness. "I think I'm going to start with piano today." The blue eyed girl looked at the black grand piano, sitting in the middle of the room.
