𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲

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⊰ ┆𝗣𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲 ━ the beginning

𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗔 𝗦𝗔𝗟𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗘 was a child, she always knew she was special

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𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗖𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗔 𝗦𝗔𝗟𝗩𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗘 was a child, she always knew she was special.

Not the kind of special parents told their kids just to make them feel good about themselves, but generally special.

She walked with confidence, and had such a sweet aura, that only the darkest of souls wished to have.

Angelia had been taught everything she knew from one person.

Damon Salvatore

Her father figure, he had raised her since she was barely five to the present time and he loved her and her brother Alec with all his heart.

He truly did, even if Stefan Salvatore always thought he was heartless after what Katherine Perice did to him.

Truthfully raising two supernatural teens in the same house wasn't the easiest thing to accomplish, but Damon made it look easy.

Damon Salvatore currently sat in his living room reading a book in silence the only source of sound being the cracking of the fire coming from the fireplace and the quiet snores of his son.

On the other side of the room sat Angelia Salvatore on the floor, her feet crossed with Alec Salvatore's head resting on her lap.

Angelia's hands tangled in his brown locks as her hands massaged his scalp. Alec's eyes were sealed shut as soft snores left his pink-tinted lips.

Angelia's stare was set on the floor in a complete trance.

Her fingers slowly combing through her brother's hair, her thoughts were a complete mess, she hadn't even noticed her natural grey eyes slowly turning to a glowing silver color.

Her vision blurred complete as she left reality, shutting her eyes for a moment and opening them again, she was no longer in her house she was in the woods.

The woods she knew all too well.

Home

Her bloodline always took her back to it's origin, it took her to their pack territory.

She often met with her great grandfathers, they spoke and conversed with her in spirit form.

And it was safe to say they all looked like Alec, brown hair and green eyes.

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