Victoria Rose Lillian Salvatore. Even in death, she remains pure of heart and unable to hurt a fly. Who's her father, you may ask? Why, it's Damon Salvatore.
When Victoria and her uncle Stefan move back to Mystic falls, as it always does, death foll...
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🅑🅛🅞🅞🅓🅨 🅐🅝🅖🅔🅛
Back in my home town. Mystic falls. I grew up here, and somehow, funnily, it's the place I hate the most. I used to love it here, then I had to leave it behind.
I had to watch as everyone left. And then we had to leave, the hunger overcoming any morals present in uncle Stefan at the time.
It's crazy, how things change.
How people change.
My loving father, the good brother, turning bitter with rage for his brother. A rage that only grew, not taking a moment to even flicker. The rage consuming any decent quality, even whenfaced with his own flesh and blood.
People can switch up so quickly. But not only people, vampires.
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Stefan Salvatore was standing to the school receptionist, who was going through his and his niece's school forms.
While Stefan had his back fully turned, all concentration on the woman in front of him, Victoria stood facing a poster about a bonfire happening soon. The poster being on the wall to her left. She was paying no attention to the conversation before her at all.
Though having heard a conversation about her, she started paying attention to that rather than the poster.
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