When The Devil Falls In Love

by Supreme-Witch-Selene-Mikaelson

Adelina Bishop was born in secrecy to an Italian mob boss and a Spanish mob boss's daughter. Violence lives in her veins. What happens when her family finds out she's been talking to the most hated Original vampire in town? What if Caroline and Elena hear her screaming in fear during a nightmare and the name she calls out for help is his? Especially once the screaming stops?

1. Prologue

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Vampires, werewolves, witches and demons are all made up to scare children on Halloween. Right? Well that's what I thought until I moved to Mystic Falls from an orphanage in Chicago,Illinois. I was adopted by Zach Salvatore at 7 years old and raised around his uncles Damon and Stefan Salvatore. They never seemed to age, but I thought it was just because of their health. Now I go to high school with Stefan and his friends Elena Gilbert, Caroline Forbes, Bonnie Bennett and Matt Donavan as a senior three months from graduation. I was excited, but mostly because Damon said he'd managed to talk Zach into letting go home to Barcelona for a few weeks as a graduation present. I couldn't wait. Damon also told me he lied to Zach to give me a little space. Zach wanted me to take someone basically to babysit me, but Damon thinks I should be able to travel on my own. I couldn't pass that up.

The only problem is the man I've been having dreams about. I've been having them on and off since I was a little girl, but the older I get the more frequent they become. I've even started seeing him in broad daylight. Day dreaming I guess, but it has me worried. Am I crazy? If that doesn't make me crazy, then having feelings for a man that doesn't exist does. When I was younger, maybe 16, I used to sleep as much as possible just to see him, hear his voice and be able to learn from him. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. Short curly brown hair, ocean blue eyes that sparkle in the sun, tan skin only blemished by a few freckles and a triangle tattooed on his back and a single feather with birds flying away from it over his left shoulder and collar bone, and the most heavenly voice ever spoken. I never did catch his name, but the way he smiled at me told me he knew mine.