In 1864, there's another woman appeared inside the Salvatore's life before Katherine and her name was Rosalyn Cartwright. To the Salvatore, she was everything until one fateful night changed it all. She was killed by Stefan to complete his transitio...
The day where my heart been stolen for the first time...
The day where I lay my eyes on her...
...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
It was a peaceful day here in Mystic Fall. After a long dreadful cold winter, spring started to make its way through the land. The melting snow watered the dirt beneath them, giving life once again to the land around them as small plants started to emerge from the ground with leaves spread out proudly towards the sun in triumph after surviving the harsh winter. In the vast deep blue sky, the sun could be seen peaked shyly behind a large pure white clouds as birds sang beautifully in the woods nearby a huge manor located on the edge of the small town, announcing the return of spring. Not far from the woods, two young men could be seen chasing each other around in the field as they made their way to meet their father who waited for them at the front of their house.
"Hey! That's cheating!" shouted one of the young men as he ran after the other one, desperately trying to catch up with his older brother. The older between the two laughed at the attempt as he glanced over his shoulder at his baby brother, "All fair in love and wars, Stefan," he said, pushing his legs forward as he turned his attention around to see their father standing not far from them.
At the front of their manor, stood none other than Giuseppe Salvatore, the father of the two young men. He smoothed the wrinkles on his suit and couldn't help but turned his head at the sound of his sons' laughter not far from where he stood. An angry frown instant appeared on his rugged face as he narrowed his cold deep blue eyes and harshly told them to fix themselves up. Both of the young men quickly fixed their appearances, wiping any dirt away from their clothes and faces as they went up to their front porch to stand beside their father as they watched a horse-carriage slowly made its way to their manor.
The youngest of the two brothers, Stefan nudged his older brother lightly on his ribs with his pointy elbow in attempt of catching his attention and leaned closer to the older man, "Do you think she's pretty?" he whispered softly to him with his forest green eyes went back and forth between their father and his brother, secretly hoping he wasn't heard by the oldest Salvatore as he eyed the carriage stopping before them.
Damon who had been caught in his musing, rolled his eyes fondly at his brother's eagerness to see the said maiden mentioned by their father last night who would be staying with them and nudged him back in returned on his ribs with a pointed look, "Hush! Stefan!"
