•𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡•

The Lost Salvatore

New York

Being a Salvatore never really made Amelia's life easy; she was alone, her whole vampire life she was alone. Her brother hated her for who she was when he made her that way. He killed the innocent girl that once resided in her, but he blamed her for who she was when he was the creator of everything she is.

It was hard enough to accept the fact that her brothers died, but it was even harder that one of them killed her and turned her into a blood-sucking monster, who doesn't crave anything more than blood.

It has been 156 years since she last saw her brothers, but they were the ones who said that she doesn't belong there, that she is a monster and that in their eyes they don't have a sister anymore. Those were the last words she ever heard them say to her.

And for the last 156 years, she has been haunted by those words, the words that ached her. And every single night she dreamed about the night her brother called her a monster, a monster that could never be loved all because she killed someone. And what hurted her the most is that it came from her twin brother Stefan. The brother that always stood by her side but not when he killed her, he wasn't even sorry he took away her chance of being happy, a chance of living a normal human life. He took away everything from her, and he wasn't even sorry, he didn't even have the guts to stand by her side.

But what she didn't know that Stefan was haunted by the night that ruined everything, he was haunted by the fact that he killed his sister and called her a monster and left her when she needed her brothers the most.

And Stefan was also the reason she never stepped foot in her home town, he was the reason she didn't see her older brother, a brother who didn't want to abandon her but had to choose between their brother and her, and he did choose, just not her. But Amelia never resented him for that, she was damaged beyond repair, and she couldn't be fixed, he could at least help their brother out, the brother that left her to root.

But after being so long away from the town she loved and grew up in, she couldn't help but think what it is like there now after a century and a half. She couldn't even go to her father's grave, not once, hell, she didn't even know where he is buried, she didn't have a clue. She didn't even know if her brothers are still alive, or have they been dead the whole time? So she decided it is about time she goes back to the town and see what it is like after all that time.

Ever since she left, she has been moving across the world, all from France to England. But currently, she was living in New York, but she got enough of it, enough of people, buildings, everything. It just didn't feel like home anymore, but who was she kidding, everwhere she was she felt like a stranger, she never got that feeling like the one she had when she was in Mystic Falls.

So she just walked to the closet, but sighed and only decided to take her phone with her. Everything she had was replaceable, so she just left a note to her roommate, Megan, who was her best friend for the last decade.

She took a small piece of paper and a pen and started writing her goodbye note, because she knew she would not be coming back, at least not in Megan's lifetime, anyway. She took a deep breath before she started writing. She knew it would be hard; it always was. Every decade she left the town she was residing in, leaving behind the people that became the closest to the family she could ever have. But she never fell in love, because she knew what happens when you fall in love. Either they break your heart, or you break theirs, she knew she would never get her happy ending. They just weren't for her. She wasn't that kind of a girl that deserves a happy ending. She was just a girl who became a monster and had to learn to live with it.

She felt a tear slipping her eyes when she started writing on the piece of paper. "Dear Meg. I am sorry you had to find out this like that. I am sorry that I can't tell you in person, you don't even know how sorry I am for that, but you are my best friend, the closest I have to a family and telling you goodbye in person would actually hurt so much, so I am writing you a letter, a goodbye letter. I want to thank you for every happy memory, every smile, every laugh, every time you took your time to talk to me just because I was bored, thank you for staying up late and talking about everything. You really are like a sister to me, and I am sorry, but I have to go, and I am sorry, but I am not coming back. Love you, yours truly, Amelia." She wiped the tear as she put the pen and the note on the table in the kitchen so that she will easily see it.