Summary: What if Katherine and Elena were not the only women the Salvatore brothers loved? What if she was just as manipulating and cold as Katherine, and beautiful and passionate as Elena? Well, there was a girl like that and this is her story.
AN: This is NOT a one shot. It says its about Damon and Stefan but basically its a love triangle between Stefan/Damon and my character I made up. It's set about 15 years after Stefan and Damon are made into vampires. I hope you enjoy it, I worked really hard on it and really want people to like it. Even if Victorian Era/1800's isn't your thing, please read anyway, it may surprise you. :)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
I walked along the crowded streets, pushing people out my way and shoving bodies with my own. I wondered what the commotion was, the streets were never this crowded. I pushed my way through crowd to the edge.
I gasped when I saw the cause of it all. There had been a murder. The girl looked only about twelve and very pretty. Her neck and part of her chest was ripped apart and the blood from the wound was soaking into ground. I felt sick, but something glued me to the spot, watching her body. People were whispering and gasping but my mind blocked it out. Something big and heavy hit me and I was thrown to the ground. I hit my head and my eyes closed suddenly with exhaustion.
I opened my eyes to see big wide, blank eyes staring at me. I was staring right into the face of the murdered girl. The crowd around me was shouting and moving around. I rolled over and sat up. The crowd was staring with shocked expressions while a young man my age was kneeling down in front of me, his head tilted back slightly. He was one the most handsome men I had ever seen.
His skin was pale and his eyes were a deep green. I blinked and shook my head to see if I was dreaming but all that did was make my head throb. My attention focused on the man in front of me and my eyes met his. He put his hand out and I placed mine in his. He pulled me to my feet gently. I smiled at him sweetly but he didn't smile back. I brushed the dirt from my skirt, hoping that the satin wasn't ruined; mother would have a cow if it was. I frowned quickly but then I spoke.
"Thank you for your help." I said and bent my head, smiling demurely.
"It was nothing. I am sorry that whoever knocked you down was too cowardly to help you back up." He replied fiercely.
"I'm just happy that you were there to help me." I replied, my flirtatious mood popping out. A look of discomfort crossed his face and I regretted what I just said.
"I hope you are alright, Miss-" He paused and looked at me directly. I raised my chin slightly and looked coolly at him.
"Miss Victoria Markham ." I replied proudly, I expected him to recognize my famous surname but I noticed no hint of recognition.
"And you are?" I leveled my eyes with his and he smiled slightly. I noticed an odd accent in his voice when he spoke again.
"Stefan Salvatore. I am sorry to be so rude, but I was on my way for lunch with a friend and I will have to take leave of your endearing company." He replied with a small tight-lipped smile which I nodded in acceptance. He bowed quickly before disappearing into the crowd. I hurried out of the crowd quickly, in search of my carriage but I saw none.
Swallowing my anger and frustration, I trudged along the damp stone street in search of the missing carriage. As I neared our city home, I dusted my skirt off and fixed my hat. I would make sure to mention to my father that he should get a better carriage driver.
Muttering to myself as I entered the finely furnished home, I was ambushed by a figure clad in plum purple. Arms wrapped around me and squeezed me so tightly I almost choked. The person pulled back and I managed to stifle the moan rising in my throat. Amelie. My infuriating cousin. A year younger than I am, Amelie is the most… annoying person I have ever had the displeasure to meet. Always clinging to me and following me, she is the worst kind of admirer anyone could ask for. I have always had the feeling that her parents do not care too much for her and that is the reason behind leaving her with me.
Her sharp grey eyes stared at me and smile was on her lips. She came forward to kiss me on the cheek and I flinched away from her. It seemed she doesn't notice and I allowed her to kiss me quickly. "Tori! Where have you been?" Amelie squealed and grabbed my hand. "Aunt Lillian was so worried!" Yes, I'm sure my mother was very worried about me. She gazed at me with big eyes, an innocent expression on her angular face. I strode past her quickly and she followed me as I neared the parlor.
As I entered, my eyes darted over to my mother. She was standing by the window, tapping her foot. I could see the anger vibrating through her. As she turned around, a layer of goosebumps grew on my skin. She was angry. Furious. Her eyes were hard and her mouth set in a firm line. Her eyes bored into mine and then she quickly turned to Amelie, who was watching her warily.
"Amelie, could I please have a word with my daughter, alone." My mother commanded in a clipped tone, she did not address me- this would surely set her off- but rather Amelie. Amelie flinched and made an exit quickly, even she wasn't dense enough to see how angry my mother was. The door shut quietly behind my cousin and then my mother approached me slowly.
"Victoria, where have you been?" My mother inquired, her tone icy. I managed to stay still but clenched my hands together to keep her from seeing how they trembled.
"I was out walking." I replied coolly and her eyes flashed.
"Walking? After what happened?" My mother's eyes bulged in disbelief and I challenged her with an innocent expression.
"Whatever do you mean, Mother?" She clenched her teeth quickly before opening her mouth.
"You know what I mean, Victoria." She spat my name like it was something repulsive and unworthy to say amongst good company.
"Mother, there was no danger. I have arrived home unharmed. Why are you making such a big fuss?" I said tiredly and quicker than I could blink, pain spread like fire through my cheek. I cupped the side of my face and blinked back tears.
"Don't ever speak to me like that again you foolish insufferable girl." She snapped and grabbed my shoulder roughly. "Do you understand?" I didn't answer, the words caught in my throat and she shook me forcefully. I rattled in her grip and my teeth clattered. When she stopped, I trembled and the tears threatened to spill. She shoved me aside and left the room quickly, slamming the door behind her with a resounding bang.
I stood there quietly, shaking, tears flowing down my cheeks. My cheek ached from where my mother's hand had come in contact with and I was shivering for some strange reason. This had not been the first time my mother had hit me and it did not bother me, much.
Time passed, and I didn't move. Hours, it seemed, later I managed to take a deep breath gather my bearings. My tears had dried and the pain had left my cheek. I left the room quickly and left the parlor door open. As I mounted the stairs a soft voice spoke.
"Tori? Where are you going?" Amelie's voice rang out and I froze.
"To my room. I would also like to mention that my name is Victoria." I replied coldly and she paused.
"Could I come?" She asked hopefully and I clenched my teeth in annoyance.
"No." I snapped and she didn't seem to notice my tone.
"Why?" She continued to badger me and I spun on her.
"Because I said you couldn't, you stupid annoying brat!" I spat and tears gathered in her eyes. I left her and dashed up the stairs and down the hall. When I came to my room and I flung the door open and shut it behind me quietly. I stumbled over to my bed and fell on it, tears streaming down my cheeks.
Sometimes I wondered why my family was my family, what have I done that is so horrible, to deserve them? What have I done? My mother pushed me and pushed me almost to breakage and my father was simply disappointed in me and nothing could that fact. I was never enough for them.
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