Prologue

Mystic Falls. It has been too long. Last time I was here, was 1965. I died in the beginning of the year 1864. Right, it's over 150 years ago and 5 of these years I've spent in a coffin somewhere in Europe. Killed by witches and by Niklaus Mikaelson. The only problem is, he has no clue what effect the murder on me has.

To explain it better to you, I'm an original, another kind of an original vampire, with my own sire line. The plan of the witches was to create an ultimate weapon against vampirism. Unfortunately, they weren't fast enough to finish the ritual, the part where they set free the urge of killing every original and their sire line, because Niklaus killed them all. Including me.

I was 17, I had a life and a lovely family, even with a father who hated me and blamed me for my mother's death. I always had two important people which protected me with their heart and soul, my brothers. I was the youngest child, although I have a twin brother who is actually 10 minutes older than me. I'll always be their only baby-sister, even if they think I died this one night in this tomb. The night when my new life started. And I think it's time to come back and take care of my brothers.

Before I forget, my name is Josefine. Josefine Amelia Salvatore.