Dear Diary, It's me Mary. It's been almost a year since my family was murdered. I'm not sure how I'm feeling right now. Every night and day I still wonder if Percy and Katherine are still alive, I pray that they are, wherever they are. All I know is that I'm alone and that I hate this feeling, and that I just need someone.
*The day her family was murdered* August 27th, 1863.
Mary was watching as her younger sister and brother were asleep when she started to hear noises coming from her parents room she ran in to find her parents dead with bite wounds on their necks, she immediately started screaming and crying, running for her siblings, when she had reached their room it had been to late they were gone, she never knew if they were alive or dead but they'd disappeared and she'd hated herself for it.
*Back to present day* August 27th, 1864.
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A Klaus Mikaelson Love Story
Vampiros"I met a girl she was dark, different, cold like ice. When I looked at her it was as if I was drowning in a deep sea of ice cold water, her eyes were filled with tears and isolation, signaling she was alone, it was then I knew she was indeed broken."
