Do you know where your heart is?
Do you think you can find it? Or did you trade it for something,
Somewhere- better just to have it?
Do you know where your love is?
Do you think that you lost it? You felt it so strong, but-
Nothing's turned out how you wanted
Say (All I need) by One Republic
Aurora Damaris Bellasonia never wanted children. Never wanted to be a wife with a husband. She wanted independence, freedom. She wanted to go back to France where her heart was. But the France she knew as a young child was gone, her homeland tainted by The Revolution.
Aurora heard numerous horror stories from her elder Brother; Gaspard, about how Aristocrats and even Royalty were losing they're heads left and right.
She frowned at herself in the mirror, she was a beautiful seventeen year-old girl. She already knew this. and Men always noticed.
Aurora was young and slender, she also had perfectly soft porcelain skin; her sharp pale jaw framed by dark black silky waves which ended at her hips. Her facial features were even and aligned nicely... Her eyebrows plucked to gentle angles, the eyes bellow them were cyan jewels shining agaisnt the harsh contrast of her hair, nose upturned slightly, her lip a pouted into a rosey heart shape. Men would only see her beauty, she was just a doll. Just a woman in a world ruled by men.
Verena her little sister was already married happily even if she and her husband had never even uttered a single word to one another, yet somehow now she was swollen with child. Smiling brightly as her belly grew fatter. Aurora was just glad her sisters husband wasn't abusive.
Everyone else crowded around Verena in appraisal and approval. Aurora just huffed. Though Aurora loved her sister, she never understood her.
She didn't want a child. She never thought she'd even be a good Mother... Aurora was selfish, spoiled, temperas, and reckless. No doubt she'd produce a baby of the same temperment and selfishness. Aurora wasn't capable of Motherhood... Surely.
Besides if she married, she'd have to stop being a child. Stop getting dirty and climbing trees and swimming in the lake. She'd have to grow up.
When Verena died of Childbirth. Aurora, in her grief and horror... Promised to herself she'd never suffer the same fate.
When she met Giuseppe Damon Salvatore, she was not charmed. He was egotistical and passive, a cold fish and a boring one at that.
His dark jade green eyes were murky but full of ice, Caramel locks silky and pale skin perfect. He was no-doubt handsome.
Aurora didn't care. He was boring. He was pompous.
Giuseppe thought she was spoiled and un-ladylike. Calling her so, in her face.
"You're a child. Unladylike and untamed, I fear greatly for your future husband." he told her.
Aurora had never been so outraged. "How dare you!" she hit him with her fan.
He widened his frozen jade eyes when she poured her red wine on his head. Staining his clothes and drenching him.
He'd never met a woman so bold.
Aurora was surprised when he asked her Father if he could court her. Surely, just a few weeks ago and he'd hated her.
Aurora's Father accepted Of course. she could picture the dollar signs in his eyes.
Giuseppe was an heir to his Father's money. Only twenty-three, everyone wanted him. Except her.
"You're foolish." she muttered whenever he complemented her many traits.
"How so?" he would ask.
"I have an undesirable nature, sir. Everyone says so." She told him coldly.
"Everyone is blind and deaf." He would tell her.
She would blush.
When he asked her to marry him. She cried and ranaway. The poor man was heartbroken as he ran affter her.
"I thought you loved me." She wailed.
Giuseppe was at a loss for words.
"Don't you see you fool!" she cried, "Don't you understand what you are asking me to do?"
"I'm asking you to love me too." Giuseppe swallowed painfully, "I'm asking if you want my heart until I die."
"You're a liar." she sobbed.
"I would never lie to you Aurora." he promised.
When they were married. She cried again, but not because she was unhappy.
When they're first child; Damon was born, Aurora was joyous and Giuseppe worried. He'd always get nervous and ask if she felt ill.
She did. But only slightly.
Aurora never realized, but looking into the beautiful blue eyes of her son sparked selflessness and care. Motherhood came almost too easily.
Fatherhood did as well for Giuseppe, He adored his first son. Damon whom had dark black hiar, cherub cheeks, and deep blue eyes was easily accepted into his heart due to his Mother's features and reckless traits.
When she became pregnant again, she had miscarridged. Two times.
She became depressed. Locking herself in her room. She didn't want anymore children.
The last pregnancy bore Stefan a perfectly healthy baby boy. Damon was but four years old and he knew, something was wrong.
Giuseppe ignored it. He was in-denial. Aurora couldn't leave him... Couldn't just.. just die.
She was just sick, she'd fight it and be fine. The only woman whom ever held his heart would stay with him till they were both old and gray.
She was a fighter, she was energetic and wonderful and no god would take her away from him.
He cried, tears falling with his son at his side. When Aurora smiled and told them she loved them both and even Stefan whom had taken her life away from her.
When she died.
Giuseppe grew cold. Angry. He both loved and hated his sons and he despised himself. This was his fault.
Damon whom was once his favorite. Was now just an awful or wonderful reminder of the one whom he'd lost.
Stefan was her killer. Her last creation.
Damon grew to despise his Father. He became his Mother, reckless and impulsive... Playful, bold, and childlike. But with traits showing his Father.. His passive anger and his cold glint... Only showing these traits when his own Father was around to bully him.
Stefan became his Father. But better. He was shy and loving. Quiet and thougtful but responsible and serious.
Aurora never thought she'd love her children, she was wrong. She thought she'd never love her husband, she was wrong.
Aurora never thought her beloved husband would betray her and kill her children, she never thought Stefan would kill both his parents and turn his brother into an immortal as well... She never thought about anything beyond the confines of her tipping reality. Maybe she should have. Maybe she could have stopped them.
Stopped her husband from putting bullets through her sons hearts, Stopped her sons from fighting over a woman. Or Maybe not.
Well, bless my soul
You're a lonely soul
Cause you won't let go
Of anything you hold