Camilla Salvatore

Chapter 1

July 1st, 2019

(Camilla's POV)

It was another beautiful day under the sun's shine in Paris. There i was sitting in Café Les Deux Magots reading the book I had just started reading yesterday "One Hundred Years of Solitude" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, in my other hand was a hot café crème that i was slowly sipping away. Wearing an expensive set of Chopard sunglasses, a close-fitting $800 Veronica Beard coat, the best fitting biker shorts, and finally a black knee-high Christian Louboutin heels.

I am a woman breed by fashion. Fashion has empowered me to be THE strongest woman. Fashion does not just exist, it lives. Fashion was my language, it's a way form of art, it's the way i describe myself to the world. Every choice is mine, the pieces i own were the best of the best. I admired fashion.

My name is Camilla. Camilla Salvatore, one of the strongest and baddest vampires you'll ever read or hear about in history. The legend, the myth, the real monster is yours truly. See I'm not a normal vampire, a powerful witch put a spell on me a long time ago and made me one of the strongest of my kind. So strong that I can compel humans, Werewolves, Witches, Vampires, and Heretics. I spent my whole life improving and evolving myself, I've been captured, tortured, and tested on by humans for 30 total years of my life... not something to brag about, but, to my luck that worked in my favor, see the pain of a normal wooden steak, wooden bullets, or vervain in general is now nonexistent to my vampire body.

I've been living in Paris for the past 5 years and i think it's time to move on. Enzo has been traveling by my side ever since I met him. Maybe Italy will be our next stop, or maybe even Dubai. But, I've also been wanting to go back to my hometown Virginia, Mystic Falls. I felt empty, like there's a piece of me that's missing. My life was filled with betrayals, deaths, pain, and agony. That's why i trust no one, Enzo was the only person i could trust.

I thought maybe by going back that piece of me that i lost a long time ago was going to come back.. Last time I was there was before the curch sacrifice, it was also the last time i saw my two brothers, Damon and Stefan. I can't even begin to explain how much I miss them, how much I hate myself for letting them go after Kathrine late at night. I still remember it like it was yesterday.

1864

It was late at night when I was awakened by the firing gunshots just outside my windows. I was a girl in terror, hidden under my bed for a long time wishing it would all just stop. Violence terrified me, back when i was a weak little girl, It weakened me.

When the gunshots stopped i heard footsteps just outside my room. "Come on, Stefan, we need to hurry." i heard as my older brother damon whispered. Where were they going? It's too dangerous outside! and that's when I ran to the door and quickly opened it to run in their arms. "Brothers!" I said as tears were flooding down my face as i was hugging my brother. i needed comfort, i needed to be secured, i needed to feel safe, i needed them...

"Camilla what the hell are you doing awake at this hour!?" Stefan said as he pushed me away.

"I... I heard the gunshots brother, I was so relieved to hear your voices so I ran to you unquestionably." I was ashamed of myself because my brother shouted in my face as soon as he saw me. I felt guilty of something.

"Camilla White Salvatore go inside right this second and DO NOT! do you hear me? do not follow us!" Damon said causing me to back away and start crying loudly and struggled to say "But Damon, It's dangerous outside! p.. please, I beg you not to go brothers, you promised you'll always be there for me like I always will be for both of you! Please brother I need you to be there for me"