Chapter One
Dear Diary,
They say that love is a blessing. That once you've found love your ENTIRE world revolves around it. You get so caught up in the romance, the action and the fantasy... The beauty of loving someone with all your heart as much as they love you, is that nothing else matters. That everything else around you is outside of your own bubble where you feel safe and secure... But that's not true. The God above or childhood stories could never be so wrong about love.
It lasts a short while... And then everything goes downhill. You start to loose hope. Trust. Your love turns into despair... Your heart ends up broken and you are left struggling with yourself. Caught between two ends and left destroyed. That is what love does to you, in the end. That is how it always works out.
The only love that matters is the love for family, because no matter what happens you will always have your blood. No matter how many years and mistakes that are made throughout those years. How many decades you spend apart, you will always find a way back to them. Back to your blood. Love for family is a love that can never die nor burn.
And now, I am returning to Mystic Falls. My home.
For good.
Walking through the streets, her beaded eyes made contact with an elderly lady, whose face softened into a sweet smile aimed towards her, warmth radiating from the women. But Emma turned her head without a change in her expression. Instead, she continued to walk along the path. Others just ignored her, or took a few steps away from her as she passed, sensing the coldness and darkness that surrounded her. Like avoiding walking under a ladder,a superstition. She was a superstition, feared. Even a young child started to cry as their paths crossed... And with one quick star the child stooped, glaring right back at her with a look of bewilderment. It's just how she is, and she can't change that. Her past isn't exactly full of sunshine and rainbows. Her heart has been broken. Repeatedly. And she has been betrayed, more than once.
Emma Salvatore comes from a slightly dysfunctional family, but she loves them. Her mother died when she was young, and her father was a complete waste of space, whom had shot the fatal bullet. But then there were her brothers, Stefan and Damon. She could never stop loving them no matter how much she tried to shield herself from human emotions. She shuts everyone else out because she doesn't want to get hurt again... A simple, almost human-like emotion of fearing being betrayed once more. It has left her in the dark again and again and again.
Rumour has it Stefan has returned to Mystic Falls. To their home. And since she has been gone for decades, since she disappeared without a word, note or letter, she decided to return too. And where Stefan goes, Damon follows... It'll be a family reunion of sorts, although Damon kinda holds a grudge against her 20 minute older twin. She doesn't blame him parts of her holds a grudge too. She has never been too forgiving, at least in her vampire years.
So that is where she is heading. Mystic falls.
Home.
Opening the door of her Porsche, Emma sits inside, drumming her fingers against the steering wheel and sighing. How she misses the times of horses and carriages. The corsets and ballroom music and dresses... Science has come a long way from the 1860's, that is for sure. She had grown to become one of those people who didn't like change, after all. Her eyes then turned to her daylight ring, which she despises. The silver ring with the blue sapphire stone in the middle caused her blood to boil inside of her... But if she doesn't wear it then she will set alight, literally... Burn to death. Sunlight doesn't do any good for vampires.
It isn't like Twilight, which Emma had grown to hate for it's sparkling, glittering vampires. If it was anything like that, she would feel a lot more free. But mother nature is harsh, and so vampires all over have to deal with hiding in the shadows, unless a daylight ring is made for them, but Emma doesn't like to be reminded about THAT mistake.
You look so brooding. Lexi would probably comment right about now, with Emma fixating a cold stare at herself through the rear-view mirror, her dark ebony hair curled around her shoulders, leading down to her waist. She shakes her head, turning the key and starting the engine, driving away from the place she had been staying in for the last two years, and starting the journey down to Mystic falls. Though her blank expression still stained her face, she felt her heart begin to beat faster with every pump. The nerves and tender anticipation at seeing her family again all she had thought about for a long while...
She was ready.
Stefan Salvatore first saw Elena Gilbert after his arrival in Mystic falls. She was in a car, with her mother and father sitting in the front. He remembered watching her from afar and at first thinking he was see Katherine, them both looking exactly alike, but at the same time, they were different, and straight after he knew that it wasn't Katherine.
The car span. It skid across the bridge, and drove off the edge, into the river underneath the bridge.. Sinking.. And sinking.. And sinking...
He had jumped into the water, and pried the door open, reaching for the man who was slowly running out of oxygen. But the man stopped him, and pointed to the back seat where his daughter was sitting, whose eyelids were fluttering shut... Who was starting to loose the air she needed to breathe... And all Stefan did was nod. A great guilt but undying ambition to save the one who he learnt to be Elena Gilbert. And he helped her out. He saved Elena from drowning, but he could';t save her parents from drowning that night...
And now he had decided to get to know her, he knows the risks, but he has to. He has to know her... Being in Mystic falls is a big risk in it's self, talking to her even more so... Getting to know her. That is risking everything.
"I lost control today," Emma continued to read from Stefan's diary, which she had taken liberty of reading after arriving at The Boarding House, which was found to be empty, although not empty of bourbon and blood bags. As she read, her tone was mocking. Mocking the way he described Elena. Mocking the way he was so easily captivated by her.
"Everything I have kept buried inside came rushing to the surface. I am simply not able to resist her..." She snapped the diary shut, letting it drop back onto the desk, and blowing a piece of hair out of her face. "Oh Stefan, you poor little love sick puppy..."
She then started to walk out of the room, trailing her black painted, pointed fingernails tapping against the wood as she went by, pouting her lips slightly into a frown. Despite not even formally meeting the famous Elena Gilbert as of yet, she planned to do so in the upcoming future, she had already grown a hatred for the girl. The fact she already had Stefan whipped around her finger without even knowing him was enough to make her as protective as any sister could be... But the fact she looked EXACTLY like Katherine Piece made her hate Elena even more.
The front of The Boarding House shut abruptly, as she could hear with her heightened senses, ans she knew it was either Zach Salvatore, a distant relative of theirs. A distant cousin who for some odd, apparent reason they called uncle. Human, however. Or it was Stefan. With a smirk on her face, Emma started towards the piano in the spare room, which she decided was going to be hers, and then opened up the instrument, playing the song which she had first learnt to play as child, and would always play to calm down her sweet brothers in their anger or illness or frustration.
Within a single moment a breeze brushed passed her, although she knew it wasn't a breeze. It was a person. A vampire. She turned around, having stopped playing the song which allowed her to reminisce over the time she was human, over 100 years ago, before she cam face to face with her twin. With Stefan.
His eyes fixated on her, as if to make sure she was real and not a dream. It had been so long since they had last seen each other, yet here they were, face to face,standing in front of the other. The room filled with an intoxicating silence. And they stayed like that for a minute, before Emma wrapped her arms around her brother, closing her eyes. Underneath all those layers of coldness, there really was a soft centre, and her brothers brought that out of her.
"Hello brother..."
