━━━ 'right. and then she stole your credit card and spent all your money so you had to commit fraud the entire way back'
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𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 a
girl from a broken
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(among the living)
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' Orion. He used to be a powerful man, one that led the infamous Orion coven. But, due to certain circumstances and new knowledge, that all changed when his daughter reached the ripe age of five years old.
The witches had known from the very beginning that she was different. Though it wasn't until she let out a surge of power after a single touch that they knew the reason.
She was a siphoner. An abomination. A mistake.
So, they threw her and Samuel out. And that was the last time she saw sunlight. Until now.
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Her head pounded as she was thrown across the small room. Hand prints were indented in the skin of her arms and legs but she didn't even notice as the man walked towards her before striking his hand across her face causing blood to fall from her nose.
A tear slipped from her eye as he gripped her chin, holding her face harshly as he stared down at her with aggression. "You don't exist," he told her before letting her go, causing her head to hit the concrete floor as he walked out, shaking his head.
Three painstakingly long hours had passed, not that she would know. It's not like he would allow her to have a clock.
Silent tears fell down her cheeks as she laid on the hard floor, blood seeping out of the wounds that littered her skin, the worst being the stab wound that had opened from his last beating. Her hand clutched the wound on her abdomen tightly, doing her best to ignore the way thick blood seeped through her fingers.
The only thing covering her from the cold air were her tattered clothes but even that didn't stop her from violently shivering.
As she was about to close her eyes, ready to give in to the urge to let death take her, she heard multiple bangs from the house's upper floors. She sighed, figuring her father was just drunk – he usually was.
Not long after though, the banging stopped. The house was filled with an eerie silence, the only sounds being footsteps coming closer to the basement and the quiet squelching of blood from the wound on her side.
The steps were different from her father's, softer and didn't leave a resounding echo with every step.
The door jiggled yet it didn't open. It was locked, it was always locked and her father was the only person who owned the key.
It didn't take long for the unknown person to notice the door was locked. They had so quickly realized it that in a matter of seconds, she heard the lock smash into bits before the sound of small pieces of metal crashing against the concrete floors filled her ears.
She couldn't dwell on the small crashes for long because as soon as the sounds began, the door busted open, the hard metal slamming against the wall to the left of her.
The act had shocked the girl and filled her tired mind with a sense of jealousy. 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, the girl noted, maybe twenty. He had brown hair and what looked like green eyes. She couldn't tell, her vision had begun to go blurry.
He slowly stalked inside, a murderous look in his eyes until they fell upon her, the girl cowering in the corner. He immediately smelled the blood. She was covered in it. The entire room was.
"Who are you?" he questioned as he walked closer to her.
She didn't answer. She had never been allowed to speak. She wasn't even sure if she remembered how.
"Do you have a name?" he asked again.
Once again, she didn't speak, not knowing the answer to his question.
"Can you talk?"
When she didn't answer again, he breathed out as he knelt beside her. "Are you okay?" he hesitantly asked, his eyes glancing over her shaking body and seeing the dried blood that lined her exposed skin before seeing her nod.
"Why are you down here?"
Her eyes widened and fear flooded them as she attempted to flee only to be stopped by the man. His arms wrapped around her waist, loose enough not to hurt her but tight enough to stop her from running.
He felt tears stream down her face, falling down her skin before they fell like raindrops onto his skin.
"Was he keeping you down here?" he asked as he slowly moved her to face him.
Her hysterical eyes met his as she looked up. Her body still shook rapidly in his arms as she slowly nodded.
She watched with blurred vision as he glanced around the room, his eyes taking in the small enclosed space. His eyes were calculating as if he was making a decision. It didn't take long, only a few moments, before he looked back down at her and placed a delicate hand on her shoulder.
"My name is Stefan Salvatore. I'm going to take you somewhere safe."
A/N This story is dedicated to my beautiful wife xObsessedxGirlx. Thank you for loving me
