Chapter 1

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What if your love was forgotten. Would you try to get it back or protect your love. Imagine how Taysia felt. She had been forgotten. She had been courted by one of the most dangerous werewolves to be known, George Lockwood. She had been a human in 1864, born in England and imigrated to the small town of Mystic Falls. Not until she had turned 5 had she met the Salvatore's and when had turned 18 was betrothed to Stefan. But she was quite taken with the man of 21 with eyes of a lake and a smirk of a snake charmer. But this man acted as if he were a child. Damon. But he was in love with a girl of 17 named Katherine. Taysia continued to court George Lockwood behind her Guieseppe's back. One day George dissapeared. It came closer and closer to Taysia and Stefan's wedding and she was scarred. She tried to run from it all but ran right into Katherine, Pearl and Pearl's daughter, Annabelle. Katherine was accompanied by Damon.

Yes, This is my story. You may be asking why is she talking in thrid person because my story is a dangerous one. If you value your life you'd stay away but since you've not stopped reading I guess you want to know what happened. I'll continue. I tried to run away from them but turned around straight into Katherine. "I see that someone's trying to run. I should've killed you when I had the chance." She smiled. I turned to look at Damon and looked at the ground.

"Katherine. I'm sorry but I do not love Damon or Stefan. I love no one. I loved one once but he was in love with another." I said looking up at her eyes defiantly. She smiled at me and then looked at Damon.

"We all know that you're quite taken with Damon but were courting George Lockwood. But Damon's wrapped up in, who might that be, oh right, me. So be a good little girl and-" She looked me straight in the eyes. "Go jump in the lake and don't try to resurface. Pearl, Damon, Annabelle shall we watch?" She said. They all got up and followed me to th lake where I had spent most of summer sketching Stean and Damon playing in the water. I turned to see them watching me.

"Go on the bridge and JUMP." Katherine demanded. I nodded and walked. I got on the railing and put my hands above my head. I let only my toes touch the railing and then let go. As soon as I jumped, I felt a pair of strong arms holding my waist. I looked up to see Damon. I wriggled out o his hold and fell into the water. I let myself go deeper and deeper thinking about Damon. Every single momnt with him played through my head. I elt arms around my torso and this time I saw Stefan. I coughed up the water and leaned up and hugged him.

"Sh, Taysia, your okay. don't worry." Stefan said. I let go and he took my home on my horse Ginger.

"Good morning Miss Katherine. Miss Bennett." I said in a smug tone towards Katherine but a kind and gentle tone towards her maid that she treats so poorly. Stefan took me to the barn where we stored any clothes that I thought Guieseppe wouldn't notice missing from my drawers incase I played in the lake. Me and Stefan were best friends and shared everything that we thought. It had been that way since we were 5. I took Ginger and he took Mezzanotte. We both love riding our horses. I was 5 when my Mother had bought me Ginger. That was a few months before some animal killed them.

"Stefan has your Father every spoken about... Demons? He hasn't anything to me and I was almost killed by one last night." I said. He chuckled at me.

"Taysia, since when are you, one to ask questions that make you sound dumb?" Stefan said teasing me.

"Since now, you big horse dung." I said sticking out my tongue.

"Yes, Father has talked to me and Damon about demons. Damon seems to be... uninterested in them." Stefan said. I shook my head. He was defiantly interested in them. One to specific, Katherine.

I got off of Ginger after a bit. I walked her to the stable and handed her to stable boy. I walked down to the house. I saw Katherine and Damon at her cottage. She looked at me with her chocolate brown eyes set in a glare.

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