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, her coming t...
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the night we met-lord huron "oh take me back to the night we met."
New Orleans - 1867
Despite the obvious target plastered onto Luna's back as she walked through the French Quarter, a result of her association with the Mikaelson's, she strode through the dimly-lit streets like she owned them. However, the root of her confidence was a necklace Nik had gifted her, imbued with magic she was itching to siphon from. But she had promised herself she would only use it when completely necessary.
As the walked, the cold, metal necklace against her chest that acted as her only protection had slipped away. Her hands reached up to her neck in a panic, her eyes scouring the ground beneath her and retracing her steps carefully.
Suddenly, she felt a force push her into an alleyway. And that force wasn't human, it was magic. Luna groaned in pain as she tried to focus her vision to see who had attacked her. She saw three figures approaching her slowly and she tried to sit up, but she must've broken something.
"Luna Salvatore." One of the voice spoke, getting louder as they approached her.
"What do you want?" Luna groaned, failing to hide a grimace. The three only got closer to her and finally she could see their faces, but she couldn't recognise them.
"Klaus killed my sister," One of the witches started, crouching down in front of the Salvatore, "And since you're vulnerable without your precious necklace-"
"You'd decided to come a kill me." Luna finished, her vision blurring. She tried to keep her voice as steady as possible and push the fear away, but she couldn't. She didn't want to die. But the witches were right, she was vulnerable.
"Please, don't." Luna begged, shaking her head. She tried to look for an escape, but it was a dead end. There was nowhere she could run to, this was her fate. She was going to die.
Luna's eyes followed the witches movement. She saw her reach into her pocket and pull out a silver dagger. Luna tried to move back, but the pain in her chest stopped her. She hissed in pain and she turned back to look at the witch, who had an evil grin on her face.
"Apologies, this is probably going to hurt." She said as she pressed the dagger to her neck and slit her throat. Luna's hands went up to her neck as she gasped for air. Her hands were stained with crimson as she fell back.
She fought to keep her eyes open, knowing if she closed them she'd be consumed by darkness. But after a mental battle, her eye lids started to feel heavy and she could no longer keep them open. It was as if someone was forcing them shut.
Just before she lost consciousness, she remembered something.
