Gillian's P.O.V.
I am walking through the woods, my arms crossed over my chest while I stare at the cold ground. The sun is barely up and there is a very, very faint fog at the height of my feet. Leaves and twigs are cracking under my feet. I was up early this morning, but I slept well for once. I was laying in Kol's arms, my head on his chest while he held me close to him. I was well lying next to him, being only the two of us, peacefully. I feel relief that Kol is fine. He has become my rock, my sanity and my heart for a while now, after dad... I can't live without him, just like I cannot live without my family. I need them to keep going, to feel loved, to feel safe, to feel sane... To be strong. If they're gone... I don't know what I will become, but it won't be all pretty. I look up, hearing a bird flying through the sky, going from a tree to another. Lower, on the ground, a doe is walking not too far from me. I stop walking and stare at it. It's so beautiful, elegant, intuitive, and looks so soft... A little fawn joins her sides a small moment later. I lightly tilt my head to the side, a smile spreads on my face while watching the mother leaning in, placing a "face" against her little one. It's so precious...
- Nice sweater! I hear a sudden familiar voice coming from behind me. Rapidly, I spin around as I hear the doe and her baby running away. She scared me... Looks a bit big for you though, tells me, mom, with a smile as she approaches my height.
- Mom! I call my mother with a happy smile as I open my arms wide, hugging her immediately. My mother responds instantly to my embrace, snaking her arms around me as well. I love her so much... She hasn't been much present in my life, but she's still my mom. We stay in each other's arms for a moment when mom places a kiss on my cheek. I smile wider if it is possible before pulling away from her. I watch her looking at the sweater I am wearing, cracking a suggestive and suspicious smile as she seems to know where it comes from... It's Kol's. I "stole" it from him but don't tell him, he doesn't know, I say to my mother with a chuckle which got her to laugh with me.
- My lips are sealed, she answers, placing her finger over he lips before winking at me. I nod as I keep smiling at her. My mom places her hand on my cheek, caressing it softly as she stares into my eyes. How are you feeling, Little Fang? She suddenly asks me with a slight concerned tone.
- Better, yet, still down. But I'll get fully better, I answer her with a sincere and truthful tone as I try to stay optimistic. It's hard but that is kind of everything I've got to keep up with my own sanity right now... I mean, without counting my family and friends...
- I know you will, replies, mom, with a reassuring and warm smile. I smile one more time at her as mom takes off her hand from my cheek. Instead, she interweaves her arm with mine, weakly pushing me with her so the two of us can slowly walk through the woods. So, what are we doing here so early in the morning? Asks me, mom, with a curious tone.
- Well, Kol is gone in town to do few things, Damon must be somewhere at the Boarding House or living his life somewhere in Mystic Falls and Dad is "helping", I quote the word with two of my fingers as I roll my eyes, Elena to stop this madness rage against you and I, I explain to my mom as my voice gets more and more annoyed when I started to speak about the brothers and Elena. I see mom rolling her eyes as well when I mentioned Elena, looking annoyed, bothered and upset.
- Mmh, he helps her... She states with a not very happy tone while looking around us with a small frown.
- Well, he does it because he doesn't want her to kill any of us two, I answer mom as her and I arrive to a small clearing. A well cut tree trunk still rooted in the ground is in the middle of it. It is surrounded by colorful leaves. We sit on top of the tree trunk, facing each other.
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