Hello, my name is Samantha Salvatore and as you've already figured out, I am descended from the great Salvatore family that helped founded Mystic Falls back in 1860. Talk about a powerful lineage, huh?

I was born in Mystic Falls, but shortly after my mother's death I was sent away to an all girl boarding school at the age of fourteen. My father, Gabriel Cyrus Salvatore claimed he did this to give me my best chance, but in actuality, the old ding bat just couldn't wait to be raid of me. You see, I was what one would call the black sheep of the family, the screw up, the ne'er-do-well, you pick your poison.

Not matter what I did I couldn't impress my father, and so after a while I just stopped trying. I was really close to my mother, and my brother a.k.a the golden child. But none of that mattered in the end, cause with in two years of me being away at boarding school my father died. Now here I was sixteen and alone, my older brother Zach gained custody of me, and as much as I wanted to move back home he begged for me to stay where I was seeing as he felt Mystic Falls wasn't safe for me. I guess he was referring to the whole vampire thing, which duh I already knew about, compliments of our departed father but if my brother wanted me to be the clueless, innocent little sister I figured I could play along. Besides he was the only good thing in my life. We would talk every day, and for long periods of time. I'd get in trouble a lot seeing as I was always on the phone, but I didn't care. Because the few hours I spent a day talking to him was worth it, as it made me feel less like a screw up.

As time went on everything remained the same, which was perfect and then all of a sudden about a month ago, some distant relatives moved back into town. I could hear it in his voice, he was stressed and didn't know what to do, and then just like that the phone calls stopped coming. I tried for weeks to get in touch with my brother but to no avail, and that wasn't like him. So after failing day after day in trying to contact him, I decided to call Elizabeth Forbs, the sheriff of Mystic Falls and a valued member of the town council.

Man was I in shock when she told me that my brother supposedly left Mystic Falls, and if that wasn't bad enough she then proceeded to tell me that his NEWPHEW, Damon Salvatore took his place on the town council. And that's when I knew that my brother was dead. At that moment itt was like I could literally feel my blood boiling as my mind began to run on all the different ways they must have killed him. It was eating me up in side, and so finally I decided a few days ago that it was about time I made my long awaited return to Mystic Falls. Luckily my highly paranoid and judgmental father informed me about vampires, and their weaknesses, long before shipping me away to that god forsaken nunnery. To be honest I personally have no idea what to expect, but one thing is for certain, I intend on getting payback for my brother, ZACH SALVATORE.