Prologue.
I’m not an angel, and I never was.
My name is Mara Bennett, some kind of legendary witch at the 20´s. I was the most powerful of my family, always proud of being a Bennett, until something happened.
I became a vampire.
Who saved me? No one.
Who helped me? No one.
Who made me a killer? Klaus and Rebekah Mikaelson, with some help of Stefan Salvatore on his wild times.
But that wasn’t me. I repeat, I’m not an angel, but I’m not a killer too. Or well, not for bad.
I’m never in the story, so I’m taking my revenge, going to that Mystic Falls, with those fake friends, trying to fix what I did yesterday.
Maybe it can be good.
Maybe.
