A/N: This story has nothing to do with the series'/book's plot, only the characters are the same. I DO NOT OWN 'THE VAMPIRE DIARIES'. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

I finally decided to return home… after 150 years. Yeah, I know, I'm really old. But don't worry; I'm not the oldest member of my family, or my used-to-be family for that matter.

Both of my parents are dead. My mom died when I was six years old, from cancer. My dad, though, died from a completely different kind of a disease. A disease he wasn't even a patient of.

I was 16 years old, back in 1864. I lived in this great white mansion with my dad and my two older brothers. We were a wealthy family, so both of my siblings and I had a proper education. When I had free time, I used to go to my father's huge library and grab a book, then sit by the window that looked over the front garden and just read my book for hours, until I was called to dinner with the rest of the family.

One day, though, it was past dinner time and no one had called me. That never happened, so I wondered what was going on. I searched the whole house, asked the servants, but no one had seen my father and brothers. So I waited…

Finally, a couple of hours later, my dad came home. He was a mess. His shirt was covered in blood and he had a sad look on his face. Hesitantly, I approached him.

"Father?"

He jerked up his head and when he saw me he gestured to me to approach him even more. So I did and then he took me in a big hug. That came as a surprise, for my father never showed any kind of affection, he thought it wasn't proper for people of our class.

"Father, are you alright?" I asked again.

"My little girl, you have to promise me one thing" another wave of shock came. Had he just called me 'his little girl'?

"You need to promise me that you will always choose good over evil, do you understand?" he continued looking into my eyes.

"I promise" I said and I meant it.

He let go off me and was about to walk to his study when I asked him:

"Father, were are…" I started, but he cut me off.

"Never in this house will the names of your brothers be heard again. They were monsters that dishonored our family name. They chose evil over good. Thank the Lord, your mother isn't here to feel the shame I do, because of your brothers' evil hearts".

With that, he stormed out of the room, while I was left behind, frozen in place. I didn't understand what my father meant, what choice over evil? I wanted to know more, but then my mother's voice came to my mind.

"Good girls do not ask questions, love" that was the motto I followed my whole 16 first years.

The answers to those questions, however, came later that night. I was lying in my bed, when I heard screams from downstairs. Possibly, my father yelling to a servant, so at first I didn't move. When I heard more screams, though, I decided to get out of my room.

The screams came from my father's study and I hesitantly moved forward. I didn't want him to think I was being nosy. The door was half open and what I saw from the crack left me breathless.

My father was laying on the floor, covered in… blood. He looked dead, but then he stirred his head and our eyes met. When he saw me, he mouthed 'Go', but I couldn't leave him like that.

I stepped into the room and run towards my father. I didn't know what I should do, he was covered with way too much blood. At the sight of it, I almost fainted; I wasn't a big fan of blood, as you realize. As I looked around, I saw other bodies on the floor as well.

"Go" my father whispered, but before I could react, I was thrown on the opposite wall.

My body hurt like crazy, but I managed to look up, just in time to see a person I knew too well, bending down to my father and… biting his neck? Was I dreaming? I pinched myself and I realized I wasn't.

My father's body started trembling, like he was having a seizure and then all at once, he stopped moving. Suddenly, my brown-haired brother turned his face and for the first time, I was really terrified. My brother wasn't my brother, he had fangs and blood was dripping from his chin.

Slowly, he started walking towards me and I let out a scream.

"Stefan, NO" my oldest brother screamed from the other side of the room.

I couldn't take my eyes from the monster in front of me, though. And his eyes were the last thing I saw, before I fell into darkness.

In a few words, however, I didn't die that night… obviously.

Oh, and who am I?

My name is Sylvia Salvatore and I'm a vampire… and a witch.

A/N: This is it. The first chapter of my second story. Did you like it? Did you not? Do you think it is too cliché or good-for-reading-one-chapter-only? Let me know, by leaving a review if you have two more free seconds.

P.S Sorry for any mistakes, I'm really trying, people! haha