Thalira Darke had never been the type of person to like change, incredibly ironic considering she was a foster child and moving was an essential part of her existence. Always moving from one foster family to another and this torturous cycle never ended. Some of those families could be very nice or at least decent, while on the other hand there were the ones that were a menace to society — alcoholics, drug addicts, or simply slobs who only needed a maid.

Those families only cared about the money they would receive for looking after her.

"God damn it, doesn't CPS check these people?" That was usually the thought in Thalira's head when she ended up in one of those families.. Though it didn't matter in what type of family she ended up in, she would always end up back in the orphanage.

Moving from place to place wasn't an easy task for her, which is why she despised it. At first, she tried to make friends whenever she went to different cities and schools, and it worked, at least for a while. But after every move, she would lose those friends; at first, they promised to call, text, and maybe even see each other again someday. Those promises lasted for a while, though, which deeply saddened Thalira after yet another friendship fell apart.

One day, she sat for 10 hours waiting for a response to one of her messages she sent to her best friend at the time, but at the end these messages were only labeled as 'seen.' From then on she decided she no longer needed the sadness and tears that those broken promises led to.

The first time she moved was when she was only 6. The young couple that wanted to adopt her fell in love with her at first glance and who wouldn't she was quite, never really crying or causing any problems in the orphanage, so they decided to adopt her, but before that they had to know that she would be a good fit for their family, so Thalira joined their home in a pre-adoptive placement thinking that she would soon be adopted.

Everything was going just fine when she moved in with them, they acted like real parents to her giving her as much time as she needed to adjust to the new setting. They would go out with her, buy her ice cream, toys, and everything else she wanted. Unfortunately one seemingly ordinary day everything changed.

"My dears why don't you wait in the kitchen?" Elara Jones said as calmly as possible even though calmness was the last thing she felt in this moment.

"Umm.. OK" she bit her lips looking at the girl who just got into the room. She passionately waited for the girl to come with her.

Thalira did not understand why they were being sent to another room, but she knew it had to be something. For this reason, as the two girls went into the kitchen, Thalira stopped in front of the door, wanting to know what was going to happen.

Was there something wrong?

"I don't understand why you have to come here and ruin everything!" the tightness in the young woman was clear.

"Come on don't act like this I just came to see my favorite sister" the older woman's high-pitched voice could annoy even the deaf.

For a split second, Thalira felt witless; the time slowed down, and immediately after that, it sped up again. It caught her by surprise she couldn't even make a sound when she bumped into the ground.

"Eavesdropping is bad" a very angry child's face met hers. She felt her chest bubbling with fire. In her mind, she wanted to know why the person who had taken such great care of her in the past couple of weeks was so anxious. She didn't think she was doing something wrong.

"No I wasn't" her voice sounded the way she felt. Angry.

The pipes could be heard rumbling angrily like they were suppressing the water in them but in the next moment they no longer were. Water went splashing all over the place and a little child's cries could be heard in the room. Thalira didn't have the time to even look around before the door burst open the two women, Elara and the other woman now holding the child, looked around the room, both of their mouths flew open as they saw the conditions the once elegant kitchen was in now. Damaged with some of the things being beyond repair.

"She did it, she is a witch" the blond child cried pointing her finger at Thalira, who was still sitting at the floor.

After this incident, the couple would return the child back where it came from. But this would not be the first incident. Where Thalira went, so did the accidents.

Now at the age of nearly 17 she wasn't receiving any more volunteers that wanted to adopt her, until a few months ago.

"Thalira, right?" an elder woman spoke to her with a soft voice.

"No, I am her evil twin sister here to overtake her life" Thalira had to gather all her seriousness not to laugh. Although the elder woman could not.

Now a few months after she met Trudy in the orphanage she was traveling in a car of the white-haired woman.

"Home sweet home" were the soft spoken words after crossing the sign 'Mystic Falls'.