After 90 years of running, it had to come to an end. She found herself in Mystic Falls, a place she'd be dreading to go to but it was bound to happen. Luna Salvatore, the youngest Salvatore, arrived in Mystic Falls. Little did she know, her coming t...
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Walking through grasslands and gravel roads felt like fitting torture for Luna's afterlife. If someone were with her, she'd be complaining. With each step, she groaned, and her body started to feel the effects of not feeding.
She didn't know whether to expend her energy or not, pushing herself across state lines until she ended up in Mystic Falls.
She'd gotten lost several times. Luna had grown too accustomed to the modern age, so being thrown a century into the past felt too foreign. Her surroundings felt weirdly unrecognisable, even though she'd been there when the foundation for the buildings was laid.
Maybe it's the lack of people, she rationalised, conjuring up any excuse to make herself feel a little better.
Once she'd reached the Mystic Falls vicinity, it was evident. Regardless of her being in a hellscape, the ground always glittered with mysticism; It was no doubt why she'd been lured there.
Luna was incredibly cautious. She knew someone was here, too, and as always, all roads lead back to Mystic Falls.
Her first stop was her home. She trudged through the snow, but it didn't bother her. The only thing that bothered her, like an itch under her skin, was knowing she wasn't alone. Luna hadn't decided whether that was worse than complete isolation.
Candlelight broke through a window on the second floor of the old Salvatore manor. She considered turning back. She could pretend she didn't see the message left for her.
Luna was convinced her thoughts had been broadcast once a figure appeared in the doorway, wearing an archaic dress and not moving, just staring.
Now there was no way out. Now her presence was confirmed. Luna didn't know whether to move towards the figure or if she should wait to be approached.
There was a moment where everything stilled, and Luna broke it. Her boots crunched under the snow coating the ground, and she walked forward with confidence she'd manufactured.
There was no one else around except for the figure glaring at Luna, which hadn't moved an inch since revealing itself.
The hope that maybe she was hallucinating crossed her mind, but the closer she drew, the figure materialised into the outline of a person.
The rough edges were clearer, and whoever, or whatever, it was didn't dissipate into the backdrop of darkness.
Once she was close enough to make out a face, Luna had been paralysed with a sensation she hadn't felt in years. 'Mother?'
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Klaus avoided the compound during the day. He would be out killing Strix, drinking constantly so the buzz wouldn't fade and cursing the city and everyone within it.
