The Salvatore Boarding house
Mystic Falls, Virginia
"Stefan."
"Emily how, but, wait. " Stefan pulls away from the hug
"Are you a, no it can't be."
"Yeah I am." I sigh "But you are too."
"Yeah. So um, come in." He motions me forward
The house is all dark wood and stone interior with plush, velvet sofas cabinets filled with gold tableware and floors lined with Persian rugs.
The place looks like it's stuck in 1864.
"The place looks great."
"A little too 1864 for my taste, but thanks. So here's the living room."
The room is lined with bookshelves filled with old books and the room is covered in a slightly orange light produced from the large fireplace. Stefan and I then take a seat on the leather couches.
"So how've you been?" Stefan asks intently
"I've been good, how about you."
"Great actually, I've just began to settle here in Mystic Falls." He exclaims with a grin on his face.
"Yeah I've heard you're in school."
"Oh yeah I enrolled at the local high school when I came, but I've kind of been in and out. So how about you what's going on in your life what have you been up to?"
"Well, I'm actually living in England."
"Wow, England that's so cool. What brought you to England?"
"Well I'm actually in University there."
"Oh yeah I remember you telling me you wanted to go to school when you were little. You said you wanted to be a doctor. So what are you studying?"
"I'm actually studing Forensic Anthropology and Shakesphere."
"Wow Forensic Anthropology, that's so interesting. And I also remember you always asking me to read Shakesphere to you before bed."
"Stefan." I shake my head. "I told you that when I was five, that was so long ago, I can't believe you even remembered that."
"Of course I remember, I remember everything from when you were little, you we're my favourite sibling." He pauses, looking around the room
"But don't tell Damon." He laughs
I even find myself laughing, of joy, I haven't talked to Stefan in years. Our laughter is silenced when a tall, pale, dark haired man walks into the room, glaring at Stefan.
"Stefan, I heard that and I can't pretend I'm not offended." He says with a smug grin, leaning against a wood column.
"Damon?" I gasp.
"Ok so the big bad brother doesn't get his hug?" He says sarcastically arms outstretched
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FanfictionMystic Falls, where the supernatural mix in the human world, where family and traditions come between each other and where the dead are very much alive. The Salvatore Vampires, Stefan and Damon have no idea what is in store for them when a long lost...
