𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 ✧ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇ ᴅɪᴀʀɪᴇꜱ

𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮

𝟏𝟖𝟓𝟎, 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒, 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐀

THEY SAY EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON. And I think it should appear with a manual when it finally does come. Because I, for one, would very much like to know what's happening with me.

My name was NORA ROSEWOOD. I was a member of the British Institute of Interior Design at the age of 24 and was doing pretty good with my life until an unfortunate event happened. I know I am using the past tense, but that's because I died, you twit.

Anyways, that's not the sad part. The unfortunate part is when I realized I am reborn into a TV show that I used to binge-watch on my weekends. It's a CW show called "THE VAMPIRE DIARIES." And it has two spin-offs.

And I am not freaking ok with it.

I mean, who wants to be reborn in a world of vampires, Witches, Werewolves, Doppelgangers, Heretics, travelers, Hunters, Sirens, Silas, Cade, Hybrids and other shit ton of supernatural creatures. And most of their moral compass doesn't really point north. Half of them are judgemental hypocrites, and the other half are narcissistic psychopaths with just a speck of redeemable qualities.

And so, as soon as I realized how screwed up I am, I prayed to every living god out there to transport me to some different universe, where people can't kill me in just a blink of an eye. I wasn't even bargaining at this point. I would gladly be reborn as Cinderella stepsister if it means I don't have to live in fear every day of my life.

But something tells me prayers aren't gonna show me any mercy. Because I was freaking right here, reborn in Salvatore's household as Nora Salvatore on April 22, 1843. My elder brother is Damon Salvatore, and my younger brother is Stefan Salvatore.

Imagine my hysteria when I suddenly noticed the facts about the world I live in. My first thought was to run away, of course, and it is even now, but my 4-year body isn't in any position to help. And so, I started crying my eyes out.

Which, in return, gave my not-so-sadistic-father Giuseppe Salvatore a reason to hate me with a fiery passion. Because as soon as Stefan was born a year ago and is named Stefan Salvatore, I recognized just how real this all was, and my wailing was the only thing that was heard within the walls of the Manor. And it has become pretty annoying pretty fast to my father.

Though Damon tries his best to console me with cute little antics of his, I still have this fear...deep inside me, that doesn't help much to the situation.