The Salvatore Mikaelson

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Notes café, London

Ever since the mysterious call an hour ago, I can't stop thinking about what the man said. Information about my family.
My family history is one that is long and complicated.

      
  
Its 9:00 right now and I begin to gather my things and walk out of the café to a book shop down the street called Gatsby Reads.

   
Its an old book shop from the 1920s. I usually come into the shop when I need to gather my thoughts. I walk into the shop and greet the owner, Francesco.
His great grandfather founded the store in 1924.

     
I walk up the dark wood stairs and it takes me to the restricted section.
A place I haven't been in nearly half a century.
The restricted section is the second floor of Gatsby reads and can only be accessible if you have a key. Many years ago, Don, Francesco's grandfather handed out exclusive keys to only a handful of people.

   
   
I was one of those people.

   
   
I remember him as if I saw him yesterday. He had brown hair and always wore buisness attire. I remember his thick Italian accent and his timeless smile. It doesn't feel as if he's been gone nearly a century.

   
   
The restricted section had mainly supernatural history. Don did his research on the supernatural since he was convinced he had seen a creature with yellow eyes in a forest decades ago in his native country, Italy.
The section also had a variety of potions textbooks and family archives.
I was looking for something specific. My own family archive.
I was never interested in my ancestery, until now.
  
   
  
I had limited information, only memories.
    
    

I walk allong the dirty shelves tracing my fingers on each name.
Don Rossini had my family archives because he was in charge of keeping track of births and deaths of people in Italy. My family originated from Italy. When he moved to the United Kingdom he took all of his documents with him.
  
   

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"Vindi, Vindi." Don gestured for me to come forward.
"I give you something but you must promise not to tell anyone Bella."
"Don, I promise I won't tell."
"Ok Bella I trust you."
He hands me a dark key.
"Donatello, what is it?"
"Bella, I won't be here forever, it's the key to the archives."
"No but I can't accept this."
"Of course you gonna accept it, now take it and leave, you will need it one day."
"Grazi." I take the key and plant a kiss on his cheek before leaving.
"Ciao Bella."
I turn around and flash him a smile before turning the door knob and walking out of the door.

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That was the last time I saw Don Rossini.
That night he was murdered.
No one knows how.
  
   
  
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I look at each name, Sacramentá, Savarinni, wait. I take two steps back. I read the names again. The book was supposed to be here.
As I begin to walk towards another section I peer back at the shelf.
Aha! I walk back to the shelf and stand on my tippy toes. I take my hand and reach behind the books. My fingers touch a thick leatherbound book. I pull it out.