She didn't have a name. At least, not one she knew. She only knew what her father told her and she tried her best not to listen to him.
Her father was an older man. One filled with anger and resentment. His name, she knew. Samuel 'Sam' Alderidge. He used to be a powerful man, he led the Alderidge coven. However, that all changed when his daughter was born.
The witches knew from the very beginning that she was different. Though it wasn't until she turned five that they knew the reason.
She was a siphoner. An abomination. A mistake.
So they threw her and Samuel out. That was the last time she saw sunlight. Until now.
She was lying on the blood-covered floor in her tattered clothes when she heard bangs come from the upper floors of the house. She figured her father was just drunk. He usually was.
Eventually, the banging stopped. The house was filled with silence, the only sound being footsteps coming closer to the basement.
They were different from her fathers, they were softer.
The door jiggled, though it didn't open. It was locked, it was always locked. Her father was the only person who owned the key.
It only took the person a few seconds to realize it was locked before they broke the door down. The act shocked the girl, whoever it was had just completed what she had been attempting to do for the last ten years.
A man walked in, he was young, maybe 20. He had brown hair and what looked like green eyes. She couldn't tell.
He slowly walked inside, seeing the girl cowering in the corner. He could smell the blood. She was covered in it.
"Who are you?" He questioned as he walked closer to her.
She didn't answer. She was never allowed to speak.
"Do you have a name?"
She didn't answer. She was never allowed to have a name.
"Can you talk?"
When she didn't answer, he sighed, kneeling down beside her.
"Are you okay?" He asked, earning a small nod.
"Why are you down here?"
Her eyes widened, fear filling them as she attempted to flee only to be stopped by the man.
"Was he keeping you down here?"
She nodded, fear filling her eyes. He sighed, moving down to her level, placing a hand on her shoulder, "I'm Stefan Salvatore. I'm going to take you somewhere safe."
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