New Orleans, 1942
Samuel Salvatore, dressed in fine clothes fit for a man of his standing, walks around the city of New Orleans.
The locals, for whom he is a legend in their on right, living among them for almost 30 years and never aging a day, know better than to stand in his way.
On behalf of his brother, Klaus Mikaelson, Sam stayed in New Orleans after him and his family were forced to leave, looking after the city and another man who, considering he behaves like Klaus' son, may as well be Sam's nephew.
As he walks around the city, much to his surprise, there is a man bumping his shoulder against him.
It wasn't on purpose, yet the locals around them quickly seize the other man and the woman at his side.
Local #1 : Monsieur Salvatore, shall we throw him in the cells?
A low chuckle escapes the man's throat.
Male : How do you know who I am?
Female : Not here, Stefan.
Sam's eyes widen in shock. He knew his brothers were alive, yet he never actively searched for them. He found piece with the fact that he has a new family, the Original Family.
But now, in the midst of New Orleans, his new home, of his city, he bumps into no one else than his long lost brother.
Sam : They weren't talking to you. Let the boy go.
The locals do as Sam ordered them to do. His brother and his friend turn towards him.
When seeing the face he hasn't seen in 74 years, the face of his brother, a light chuckle escapes his mouth.
Stefan : Who are you?
A smile forms on Sam's face.
Sam : I'm Monsieur Salvatore.
Stefan : So am I. Stefan Salvatore.
His smile just keeps on widening.
Sam : Oh, belive me, I know.
Stefan's eyes narrow, while Sam averts his attention to the woman next to his brother. He takes her hand and presses a kiss onto it.
Sam : And who may you be, darling?
Lexi : Lexi Branson.
Sam : Lexi. Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.
She smirks at Sam, visibly much to Sam's amusement.
Sam : So, Stefan. Tell me, how have you been these last few years. It's gotten really quiet about you since you stopped ripping heads off all around the country.
Both of them take a step back, seeing as Sam smiles them down with a knowing smirk on his face.
Stefan : How do you know about that? Who are you?
The smirk on Sam's face turns even more cocky, finally deciding to drop this huge ass bomb on his brother.
Sam : You don't recognize me? I'm deeply hurt, Stef. Well, admittedly, I'm almost unrecognizable without all those scars and bruises father gave me.
His eyes narrow even more as he takes a step forward, realization finally starting to settle in.
Lexi meanwhile looks at the man in front of her like he's a snack for her to taste, yet she seems confused.
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THIRD'S THE CHARM | The Vampire Diaries x Male OC
FanfictionThe Vampire Diaries x Male OC This is the story of Samuel Salvatore, the third and youngest Salvatore brother. His past is plagued with pain and misery, so when he goes to Mystic Falls with his brother Stefan, he hopes to leave all that behind and s...