Don't Ever Give Up (Vampire Diaries Fan-Fiction)

This is my version of The Vampire Diaries. All the same characters except there’s a new character which in my eyes is me. Her name is Rachèl Moore. There’s a lot more to her than what meets the eye. She was born 1,092 years ago on January 1, 918. To her father who was young and cruel and to Joanna a witch, the original witch next to her sister Esther who was supposedly married to Rachel’s father, her birth name was Рейчъл Мередит Анабел Мур which is Rachel Meredith Annabelle Moore. She never met her father, she doesn’t even know his name her mother feared that her father would try and take her away so Joanna fled. She fled to Bulgaria where she stayed put with this small family who they lived with for a while. After noticing that they were being followed when Rachèl was eighteen her mother cast a spell upon her, not a bad one, but one she shall be thankful for. Her mother gave her a gorgeous necklace, inside the necklace was something really special. Her mother locked her inside a coffin and buried her alive. Rachèl was sure she was dead. When she woke, she was in a five year olds body. She’d wondered how she got there. Then she remembers what her mother spoke that night. “Rachèl my beautiful darling, you’re going to be asleep for a long time, but don’t worry you’ll be just fine, I’m doing this for you my love I promise that when you awake to your original body you’ll know what you have to do. I love you, now be wise my darling because being smart won’t get you anywhere.” She said and then she was gone. 2,001 years later the year of 1989 is when she appeared in that five year olds body named Rachel not Rachèl. She lived in Mystic Falls. Her best friends were Bonnie, Caroline, and Elena. They were inseparable for 11 years until Rachel had disappeared.