So I'm creating this as a place where I can write one-shots or drabbles about Steroline.
If anyone wants, you can also request prompts in the comments.
Prompt: What if Elena and Stefan weren't the only doppelgängers?
1864
"Miss Caroline, I still do not feel that it is wise for you to leave home so suddenly. Your father will not be happy," Amelia tried to convince her stubborn master.
"I do not care, Amelia. That vile man puts his hands on every single woman in town and it embarrasses me to even think of him as being related to me." Caroline Forbes spat out as she stepped off of her carriage, ignoring the man who was holding his hand out to help her out. Her prominent blue eyes were glazing with anger and her hair was loose, bouncing as she straightened out her dress.
"He is the Sheriff, Madame. He will not-"
"He is no longer someone I would like to call family, Amelia." Caroline turned to her handmaiden with an irritated expression. "I would rather be a bastard than be the daughter of William Forbes. I do not care for this pathetic talk of him any longer. Amelia, whose house is this?" Caroline looked up at the house she would be staying at for a while - or at least until her brother came to take her to where he was currently living, with his wife and son. It surprised her that no one had stepped out to check who was approaching their home.
"This is the house of Giuseppe Salvatore. He has two sons who also reside with him - Stefan Salvatore and Damon Salvatore."
Caroline recoiled. "Did you just say Stefan Salvatore?"
Amelia nodded. "Yes, he is the younger brother."
Caroline could not help but blush and looked away from Amelia. She had seen Stefan Salvatore at a ball before but never had the courage to say anything to him or even stand in his way. She'd always secretly thought of how wonderful it would be if he had later asked for her hand in marriage.
He was a gorgeous man, if she should say it herself. His eyes were what had first caught her attention - those beautiful green eyes. He seemed like a kind spirit as well. He had brushed off her father's disgusting comment about a lady passing by without making a scene yet he still settled with telling him that the lady was not interested.
"Are you sure they'd be willing to take me in?" Caroline asked, already feeling nervous.
"They are very kind in these matters. They have enough space for you, Misses."
Caroline smiled lightly. "Well, then, I guess we shall approach."
They looked to the outside of the home where there was no one shown. Puzzled, Caroline turned to Amelia. "Was it not informed to them that I'd be arriving?"
"It was. I made sure of it."
"Well, I'll knock on the door myself," Caroline nonchalantly stated, walking towards the door.
Just as Caroline took a step, there was a sound behind her, sounding like wind. She turned around to see a lady smiling at her wickedly.
"Hello, I hear that you were coming to occupy the Salvatore mansion?"
"Yes, for a while until my brother comes to take me with him to Whitmore," Caroline nodded.
"Unfortunately, there has been a misplacement. Another lady has come to stay. She is an orphan by the name of Katherine Pierce. I am her handmaiden, Emily."
"Oh." Caroline tried to mask her disappointment at the news. "Are you sure there is no more room for me and my handmaiden?" Caroline gestured towards Amelia.
"No, unfortunately. I'm very sorry to inform you of this, Misses Forbes."
"It's fine." This means that Caroline would have to stay with another family until her brother came for her. There is no hope for the Stefan and Caroline story after all.
"Amelia, is it possible if we could approach the Lockwood's or another family for a place to stay? Maybe we should choose someone outside of the founding families. They might not be as trustworthy as the Salvatores." Caroline turned away from Emily.
"Of course, madame," Amelia nodded.
With that, Emily saw her off as she and Amelia went into the carriage away from the Salvatores. Emily could not help but feel a little bit of uncertainty towards the blonde lady.
Perhaps one day, she'd find out why.