Damon salvatore x you They are many stories All over the world, but the most famous all ways are with blood But time past And they become shattered memories A father who told their childrens about night creatures, sucking blood, that live young eternity until they stab them, their is always a lesson, a consequence, some are willing to learn about it, Other willing to revenge. Three children with black hair as the night and pale as the moon, A blurry image of a palace and masks Songs and cries A voice so sweet that could drowned you Victorian dress and chandelier All different but elegant All with the same purpose that night The crown fall And in all the chaos and hungry gasp she look at him for fist time Vivily smile and cold eyes Extraordinary inhumane, insane, death. Many places have their stories Their mystery and crimes Everyone remember some part as they like, turn them into sweeter, funnier, Legends traditions. Their are survive by whispers They all start somewhere But they only tell the end of the story.