THE SALVATORE SISTER - CHAPTER ONE - PILOT
It was a cold, dark winter night in 1863. Everyone was asleep in the Salvatore Manor, well expect a little girl. The girl got out of her bed and walked through the hallways, trying to find the right door. At the end of the hallway she opened the right door. Someone was laying on the bed, probably asleep. She could see it was Damon, her older brother. She slowly walked toward the side of his bed. She swallows before she speaks, trying to find some courage.
''Damon?'', she softly whispered. A childish girly voice she had, which was natural for someone of her age.
Damon opened his eyes slowly, waking up from the childish voice. He looked at her and let out a soft sigh. ''Had another nightmare?'', he asked her. She replied by nodding her head slowly. Almost every night she had nightmares, the same one over and over again. It scared her. Damon was the one who would take care of her after a nightmare. ''Come here.'', he softly said as he lifted up the blankets. She climbed on the bed and got under the blankets, cuddling up against him. Damon wrapped his arms around the small body.
The girl was just five years old, but had already gone through so much, in Damon's eyes. Damon was her favorite, her father didn't gave her much attention and Stefan was different then Damon. Sometimes she could get quite possessive of Damon, but he never said anything about it.
The girl closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep. Soon the girl felt sound asleep. She dreamed good that night. About paradise. About a world where no one disliked her and she was loved. Something she wanted.
The next morning she woke up and realized she had been sleeping in Damon's bed for the rest of the night. She rolled over and faced him. He was still asleep. She moved her messy curly hair out her face and yawned. She started poking his cheek. ''Wake up Damon!'', she chuckled.
Damon slowly opened his eyes and saw his little sister, trying to wake him up. He showed a smile and closed his eyes again. He wrapped his arms around her, trying to make her stop waking him up. He just needed a few more minutes to sleep.
''Violette! Damon! Wake up!'', they heard a familiar voice yelling.
It was just another day in the Salvatore Manor, with Violette not sleeping in her own bed and their father making everyone awake.
AN: This is the first rewritten chapter. It's still quite short, but it's the pilot. The second chapter will be updated soon! Thanks for reading! I'd love to see some reviews too!