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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me and my husband- mitski "but me and my husband, we are doing better"
"Where are you?"
"Why? Missing your favourite sibling?" Luna spoke sarcastically, practically hearing Damon roll his eyes. She poured herself another drink, bringing the rim of her glass to her lips and taking an overly generous sip.
"Are you drunk?" Damon scolded.
"Fish found in the sea, Damon," She slurred momentarily with the brief drowsiness that subsided as quickly as it arrived, "I'm at the Grill."
"Great, so are we." Damon spoke. Luna snapped her head towards the entrance and watched as her brother's approached her, taking a seat on either side of her.
"What is this? Are we having a family day out?" Luna mocked, a small, drunken smile tugging up on her lips. But whatever inkling of amusement dropped once the incessant sound of Stefan's ring clanking against the wooden bar, "Jesus, what's with you? Did the bunnies go extinct?" Luna snickered as she refilled her glass, but once it was half-full, Stefan snatched it from the table and downed it instantaneously.
"You know, quitting blood cold turkey after a ripper binge might not be the best approach," Damon interjected, pouring his own bourbon from a separate bottle, "Every time you play that all-or-nothing game, you eventually leave a trail of bodies. So, I'm thinking, now is a good time to pay our old friend moderation a visit."
"Luna did it. Why can't I?" Stefan shot back quickly, fiddling with his ring, spinning it in circles around his finger and being unable to remain still at any given moment.
"That's because Luna has more self-control than you do." The blonde spoke up for herself, a sarcastic smile stretching up across her face, only deepening the scowl that stained Stefan's expression.
"Yeah, sure you do," Stefan snapped back, pouring his own drink, "What I saw over the summer tell a different story."
"I don't get why you're turning this around on me. Why can't you just take responsibility for the bad things you've done?"
"Very bold for you to be saying that, Luna."
Luna paused momentarily, a pinch to her lips as she bit her tongue and considered her following words carefully, "You know, I hope you suffer very painfully over the next few weeks."
"So much for a family day out." Damon sighed.
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"So did they ever catch the killer?" Rebekah asked, referring to the 1912 murders which Luna had just learnt about thanks to Rebekah's relentless questioning regarding deaths that had occurred close to a century ago.
