Salvation - 𝐊𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐾𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝐷𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛.

My name quite literally translates to "Born of Fire and Smoke", and I'm sure my parents thought it to be deep and beautiful when they named, except now, it was like a knife. Piercing me. Mocking me. Because I had burned out. There was no fire left within me to fight. And the smoke? That too was long gone.

What remained were the ashes of a broken soul. Shattered beyond repair, or perhaps not?

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Kenna Duman was one of the many supernaturals in Mystic Falls although unlike the others, magic did not coarse her veins in any form. Instead she stole it from those who did have it. And however evil it may sound, that truly is the raw definition of a siphoner witch.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐬: 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤.

At least that's what had been instilled into Kenna's mind by the people in her life. She had once believed she was worthy of love. That no one deserved to weather the harsh winds of life alone. That naive mindset had left her mind the first time her parents (by documentation alone) had raised a hand on her. And it never returned, because the pain never stopped.

At sixteen she got emancipated and thought she had left that life of torment behind but at seventeen she met 𝙝𝙞𝙢. Tyler Lockwood. A seemingly charming guy at first but what was that saying? All that glitters is not gold.

It was foolish of her to believe that she could still be loved. Foolish for that naive mindset to have returned. But it did. And somehow, Kenna fell back into that cycle of pain.

She didn't think it was possible for that fire to return. Who could kindle a fire without a spark? But then Klaus Mikaelson walked into her life and there it was. That spark.

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