A/N: So I just wrote this, not really sure where I was going with it, but, I liked the turn out! Happy Reading! Leave a review if you like the story so far!
I sat in my car. It's been two days. Since Rebekah told me the truth. And ever since she's told me, forgotten memories been coming back to me. Most of them just images. Mumbled words, that I couldn't make out and blurred face that slowly cleared, but weren't clear enough for me to figure out who it could possibly be. And I know for certain, that Rebekah hasn't told me the complete truth.
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"We did know each other. In fact, we knew each other even before, the time this picture has been taken." She replied sadly. I shook my head. "How? This picture was from the 1920s, how could I have possibly have been alive at that time?" "Well, I don't know how to put this. Because, honestly, it's painful to remember. You were born, in the 1500s, we were in Spain when we first met you. You were about sixteen. I remember that Kol met you first. Kol is the youngest, out of all the men in my family. I still don't know how you, the calmest person, could have befriended a rampaging brat with tendencies to kill people. But, you did. And we saw you two laughing the parlour, almost as if you were reminiscing about your childhood, like if you were siblings. Elijah, he was the first to introduce himself. Well the first one to walk up to you two, but before he could speak, you had turned to him, and said, "Oh, I know you, you are the noble one." You had grinned at him. But I think what really peaked our interest was when you turned in your seat towards Nik and I and called us out, "the Dictator and the Child of Tantrums, the siblings most alike, other than Kol." We were all surprise that we controlled ourselves and didn't snap your neck then." She smiled softly.
"But that doesn't explain how I'm still alive… Or better yet why I don't remember any of this." I muttered. She looked down at the picture once more. "Alright then. We stuck around for a year. You became a part of the family. You were never seen without at least one of us by your side. Usually it would Nik and Kol, but you and I liked to escape and go walking through the markets, but we were always found by Nik. It wasn't til Nik and Kol angered a witch. They had killed the witches husband, causing her to lose her child. She saw you with Nik and Kol a few days later and saw you had interacted with them. It was day after where she told them she vowed to make them suffer. That she would take away the one thing they loved the most in the world. You. She cast this spell, using a drop of your blood, I think. A month later on the day of your eighteenth birthday, you were stabbed to death, by the time we got home, you were laying on the floor of your room, barely breathing. We couldn't save you in time." She cried. I grabbed hold of her hand. Feeling a pull at my heart, I saw images from that night. I winced. "Rebekah, don't stop. I need you to keep telling me. Please." I plead, not feeling the stray tears slipping from the corners of my eyes.
She nodded, taking a deep breath. "We found out that every fifty years or so, you were reborn again, always looking the same, acting the same, talking just like when we first met you. But you always had a different name. Of course, we only found this out two-hundred years later, when we stumbled upon you once more. Once more, you were with Kol. This time we had less time with you, a month later you were lynched, because people thought you were a witch. It continued on like that. For years. Though the last time I saw you was in the 20s. The night we took this picture, it was your birthday. February fourteenth. Like always. Nik and I, we were being hunted. By our father, he wanted us dead, and by his order, unknowingly, you were killed in the crossfire. Nik compelled Stefan to forget, about all of us, but I guess he forgot, that you were once his sister. So it didn't really work on him, with you. That night, I was daggered. We never saw each other again, until last night."
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I took a deep breath in before stepping out of the car. Deciding not to go to school today, but to get answers I found myself in front of the boarding house. Sounds of children laughing, filled the air. Sounds I could only assume were of my past. I could faintly see an image of a younger version of myself, laughing with the younger versions of what I could assume are Stefan and Damon. Deciding to ignore the image, I walked up towards the door, only having to knock on it twice before it opened. Low and behold, there stood Damon, with a shocked look upon his face.
"I need answers. You are one of the only people who can currently help me with." I say, pushing past him and entering the house. He quickly followed me, "Look here. I don't know what you are talking about, bu-" I turned and face him. "You and I. We have the same blue eyes. From our dad. You remember him. He turned his back on you, but then again, you turned your back on me. My big brother decided to rendezvous with the person who murdered me. Then again, you and Stefan didn't particularly care for me as much, now that Katherine was in the picture." I say, not know what had come out of my mouth until I said it. His eyes widened before taking a step towards me. "Vittoria." "Sort of. It's Dulce now. Though, that was my name right? That's what mother name me. I can't remember much, the memories are all jumbled up. It's confusing, and it hurts. Was there, anytime we were happy? Because so far all these memories are crappy. And it sucks, so bad. Because all I want to see are the happy ones. Because if you are my family, I don't want feel hate towards you." I whisper the last sentence. Staring at him with hope, and wondering if he could help fill in the blanks of my memories.
There was a gust of wind before I felt him wrap his arms around when I was upset and Damon comforting me were flashing through my eyes. When I tripped on a branch and Damon and dad would hurry to comfort me. Or the time when I first started my period and I thought I was dying and Damon came rushing in with the housemaid to comfort me. This was my brother. Damon was my brother. Damon Salvatore is my brother. I still had family. I sobbed into his chest, clutching on to him. I swear this was not normal.
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"This is where we kept your stuff. These are all your journals, we never had the nerve to look through them. So, your privacy is still safe. Don't worry, V." He says as we walked into the room. I looked around spotting a crib, gowns, jewelry and shoes filling room. Along with boxes filled with my journals and drawings. Stuff of my childhood with them, along with paintings of the family.
Opening the first box, I was surprised to see it was the first journal I had ever written in. I was about seven when I got, from one of the many trips father had taken. He had gotten it for me when I came down with a fever. I smiled softy. Looking closely I saw a stuffed bear. I gasped before pulling him out. "Signore Bear!" I held him to my chest. Stefan had bought this for me with the money father had given him. "We all laughed when you declared his name to us at dinner. You sat him right at the table. You looked at dad so seriously."
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"His name is Signore Bear! Since he is family, he will be dining with us every night. And you can not say no papa! After all, he does look like you with his funny little bow tie!" I say giggling up at from where he sat. He stared at me aghast, before he too began to chuckle, before everyone joined in on the laughter. After all, five year old Vittoria Salvatore just claimed her territory.
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"I was such troublemaker then. I remember turning down every suitor father brought home to present to me. Some would run away in fear of me." I giggled a bit. "Damon. I was wondering, if I could possibly take the journals with me? See if they can help me remember my past. Maybe they have something of even before I was Vittoria." He nodded, walking towards me, "Take what you want kid. It's all yours anyways. After all, you're still my sister. Even if I had lost you for more than a hundred years. Just promise you'll come to visit." I nodded, turning and hugging his waist. "Thank you." I murmurred.
