Miklson_
She was the Salvatore they never spoke of, Alicia, twin to Stefan. In 1864, she tried to save the woman they both loved and died for it, only to rise again on Katherine's blood. A vampire born of sacrifice and silence.
She ran. From Mystic Falls, from her brothers, from the weight of what she'd become. Until New Orleans. Until him.
Elijah Mikaelson. The noble one. The original who saw past her fangs and fear. They married in secret, whispered vows in a city drunk on jazz and danger. For a breath, she was happy.
Then came Mikael. Hunting Klaus. Hunting her, a Salvatore to burn for good measure.
So she ran again. Left Elijah without a word. Let him believe she was ash and memory.
Now she's back in Mystic Falls. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵?