[ REWRITING ]
After 90 years of running, it had to come to an end. She found herself in Mystic Falls, a place she'd be dreading to go to but it was bound to happen. Luna Salvatore, the youngest Salvatore, arrived in Mystic Falls. Little did she know...
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Flashback
'Damon!' Stefan whispered yelled, frantically shaking his brothers shoulders, looking over his shoulder in the spare seconds where Damon began to come to his senses.
"What? It's the middle of the night." Damon questioned in a raspy voice, turning back into the comfort and warmth of his bed, his back towards the younger Salvatore. His groggy state made him oblivious to his brothers obvious panic.
'It's Luna,' Stefan whisper-yelled, grabbing Damon's shoulder and forcing him to face him. Only then, upon seeing his brothers eyes glistened over and his face moulded into a grimace, 'We have to go get her. Get up.' Stefan seethed quietly, picking up a plain white shirt on his brothers chair and throwing it in his direction.
His words seemed to be like a bucket of ice water being thrown over him; he'd never gotten dressed faster in his life. He neglected any jacket, his shoes in his hands as he crept down the stairs trying to avoid facing their father.
'Which way did she go?' Damon breathed out as his eyes scoured his surroundings the minute his untied shoes hit the gravel.
Stefan shook his head in a panicked state, 'I-I don't know. She just ran. She could be anywhere.'
"Okay, just...' Damon trailed off, lowering his voice to encourage his brother to do the same, 'Come on. We're looking for her.'
Minutes bled into hours, and to no avail, they searched the surrounding forest. Behind every tree and inside of every ditch. Every dark corner was a sliver of hope, only for it to be crushed instantly, "Stefan, this is hopeless. We must go back before Father notices we are missing as well." Damon reasoned quietly, looking up at the sky as the pitch black begin to fade into blue.
"No, Damon! We have to keep looking! She's our sister! You know for a fact, if the situation was reversed, that she wouldn't give up until she found us!" Stefan yelled, tears threatening to spill. Damon's mouth clasped shut at his brother's outburst.
The elder brother looked around cautiously as Stefan's voice echoed through the woods, "Stefan, it is cold out. She's probably on her way back now."
Stefan looked over that his brother, in disbelief at his willingness to abandon their younger sister, "And if she isn't?" He spat, his brows raising slightly.
"Stefan, I assure you we will find her. Father will definitely send people out to find her, we will go out and look for her. Maybe even Katherine will help." Damon reassured him, drawing closer to his brother and looking deep into his eyes.
