She could vividly remember the day that her whirlwind of a life was set into motion. It was the day Miss Katherine Pierce came to Mystic Falls, back in 1864. When her brothers abandoned her for their darling Katherine; Annalise Salvatore had other things to preoccupy her time. Like the handsome stranger that would greet her in the square every day at precisely twelve minutes past noon. Such intriguing conversations she would have with this gentleman with perfect pale skin, cerulean eyes and thick light-brown curls. He never did properly introduce himself, that is, until the day her life took an unexpected twist…
1864
"Stefan, I just don't think Katherine's right for you." Annalise stated, obviously concerned for her brother's wellbeing. She had caught him leaving the room with a copious amount of dried blood on his neck.
"Of all people, I didn't expect to hear this from you." Stefan replied harshly. "Miss Katherine is your friend, need I remind you? I'm not sure she would be too happy to hear what you're saying."
"And that I am not." Katherine added in from behind us, making us both jump and turn to face her. The anger immediately melted from Stefan's face and it turned into a look of pure awe and affection. Annalise withheld the urge to roll her eyes at her brother's mood swings.
"Now, Annalise, I think you and I should have a word," she looked directly at Stefan to clarify with but one word: "alone." Stefan nodded, taking in every word before retreating to the gardens. Katherine escorted Annalise into her room with a reassuring hand on Annalise's back, once the doors were shut, the gloves came off.
"Now, Annalise, would you care to explain why you said that to Stefan?" She asked, her tone still as soft as it usually was but had a hostile edge to it that she had heard before.
"You've got him under some kind of trance." Annalise replied without a seconds hesitation. "You have bewitched both my brothers and now neither is like his self. They're more like your little puppets." Katherine laughed at this.
"Now, now, how can I have bewitched your brothers Annalise? I have merely stayed here and had my fun with them. I thought you were a friend to me?" She feigned hurt in her last line. Annalise sighed, sick of Katherine's manipulative little games Katherine would always try to make her play. Annalise glanced past Katherine and at the clock on her wall. Half past eleven. If Annalise got a carriage to the town centre now, she may just catch him again.
"Have you somewhere to be?" Katherine asks, evident curiosity in her voice.
"I need to go Katherine. I'm sorry, but this discussion will have to wait."
"And just where are you going?"
"Town square."
"Whatever for?" Annalise merely smirked in reply before walking out of Katherine's room, down the stairs and out of the front door.
Later that evening, Annalise came back home in the best mood she had ever had the pleasure of being in. She hummed a soft tune as she headed through the front door of her home.
"And just where have you been?" Her older brother, Damon pryed.
"Out in town. Why this concerns you, I do not know."
"Because Stefan, Katherine, Father and I have been going out of our minds worried!" He exclaimed.
"I told Katherine where I was going."
"And WHERE did you go?"
"To meet a friend."
"And what was this 'friend's name?"
"Klaus. Klaus Mikaelson."
"What of him?" Katherine asked, panicked.
"I went to meet him before."
"And you never told me this before hand?!"
"I hadn't known his name before today."
"Are you foolish, Annalise?!" Giuseppe Salvatore, her Father, cut in. Annalise drew in a breath, in order to keep herself calm. She then walked past the entourage of interrogators and up to her room, barricading the door with her armoire.
A few days had passed by, Annalise had heard the ruckus about Katherine and how she is a 'monster', in her father's words. She hadn't heard her brother's voices for a while, which worried her terribly, but not enough to make her move her armoire from in front of her door. There was a sudden knock at Annalise's door which made her jump.
"Who is it?" She called, only to hear Stefan's familiar chuckle.
"Your brother, Stefan." He replied. Annalise jumped to her feet and, with a great deal of effort, pushed her armoire back to it's rightful place. She then opened the door.
"Stefan!" She exclaimed happily. Happiness was quickly overturned by horror. Her brother was covered in blood. Some of it staling, some of it fresh. She let out a horrified gasp, which only made Stefan feel worse than he already did.
"Annie, please don't be frightened." Stefan said, in a soothing voice that only startled Annalise all the more.
"D-don't be scared?! How can I not be scared when you've become just like her?" Stefan sighed.
"I'm not like Katherine. I won't hurt you Annie."
"Whose blood is on your shirt and around your lips?" Stefan hesitated to answer Annalise's question.
"Well?!" Annalise pressed.
"Fathers." Stefan replied.
"S-so Father is dead?" She stuttered out, and Stefan nodded regretfully.
"But I can take care of you."
"How?" Annalise asked, with tears in her eyes. Stefan –despite not wishing this upon anyone- bit his wrist.
"Don't come near me." Annalise stated, backing away from her brother.
"This is the only way I can take care of you!" Stefan pinned his only sister against her bed and fed her his blood, before stabbing her. Annalise only had one thought on her mind as she lay dying, and that was that she'd never see the mysterious, handsome Mr Niklaus Mikaelson again. That thought shattered her heart completely.