Three Of Swords

Maria has a difficult life as it is, before vampires and hybrids and all things that were in story books and not in real life. Or so she thought.

Her life gets harder as she struggles with the battles of a charming hybrid and the "bad" brother of the Salvatores, both meddling their way into her life and everything that evolves around it. Trying to swoop into the day without knowing what she really is, when she finds out her true nature and true story things get even harder for her as life begins crashing down like a broken bridge, the water engulfing the remains and leaving it barren and alone.

Which boy will be the one to win over her heart, and which one we be the right one for her, and the power within.

Three of swords. - Heart -

"You do all of that?" He was shocked, the girl had described her life to her without knowing the consequences to follow, and in a way, he saw himself in her reflection.

A faded girl.

"Of course I have to" she was careless about all the pain she had to endure, like she was numb. Like a broken nerve was in her heart, holding it from beating.

"No you don't".
"Not anymore" he was looking away from her now, the painting before him was extravagant. He couldn't lay his eyes of the masterpiece in the making, the passion that was lying behind the colour, her art was beautiful. And so was she.

"Well then who will?" She was intrigued. Feeling her neck it felt bare, her necklace was missing.
Standing up again to begin searching for her necklace she sighed, finding it poking out from underneath her bed.

"I got you a hybrid servant" she whipped her head up as he said those words. Klaus was being serious. But Maria wasn't used to people willing to take sacrifices for her, or really do anything for her that would benefit or help her.

"Be serious" she responded, scoffing towards him.

"I am"