"The queen had to be born of betrayal, the loop hole to refrain from such power. At the time of your birth, conniving two children at once was worth shunning of the mother. To hide this secret, your mother offered her second born to a coven of witches. These witches knew of the queen prophecy, and made all towns people refrain from shunning, in wonder this child would be queen." She says, and I nod.
"Wait, if I'm a queen, why did I grow up with the crappy life I was given?" I ask. "Your father found of this prophecy, and broke you in hopes of you not achieving your true status." She says, and I smirk. "Alright, so what does this mean for me?" I ask. "You will forever be queen and legend to all supernatural. Even in your death, will your life continue." She says, and I smirk.
"I'm a queen." I say, and she nods. "Yes you are, love. Now, it is time for you to return to your kingdom." She says, then I fall to the couch, my vision no longer.
XXXXMy eyes open, and I see darkness. I then move to stretch my stiff muscles, but I'm blocked by a wall. I feel around me, and see I'm in a box. I roll my eyes, and feel movement. The lid of my coffin moves, and I see a bright light. I shield my eyes, and sit up. I look around, and see I'm in the Salvatore family crypt.
I slowly stand up, and stumble towards the wall. I then see a sign that reads Gracelyn Genevieve Salvatore. Mother, sister, lover, friend. May our fallen angel Rest In Peace. I roll my eyes, and see the sign is faded. I scrunch my nose in confusion, then stumble out of the crypt.
I walk around town, and see things I have changed a lot in the past two months.
I find myself at the boarding house, so I walk in. There I see a blond sitting on the couch, on the phone. "Um, excuse me, what are you doing in my house?!" I ask her rudely. She visibly freezes, and I hear three wooshes. There I see Damon, Stefan, Caroline, and Elena Gilbert standing directly in front of me.
"Genevieve?" My twin asks cautiously. "Hello, brother." I say, and he smiles. "That's defiantly her!" Elena Gilbert says, and I sneer at her. There's a woosh, and two pairs of strong arms wrap around me.
I hug my two brothers, and they start crying. I chuckle, and feel a rib almost break. "Hey- hey guys. I'm about to stop breathing." I say, and they pull back.
Damon looks at me intensely for a few seconds, then opens his mouth. "How are you a human?!" He asks. I sigh, then hang my head low. "It's a long story. Get everyone here, and I will explain to you all one time." I say, and they nod, then grab there phones.
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Deadly but Silent
FanfictionGrowing up with brothers is hard. Growing up with brothers in the 1800s is hard. Growing up with brothers who keep leeving you is hard. Growing up with Damon and Stefan Salvatore as your brothers is the hardest thing ever. I'm just unfortunate e...