One night in 1897 London, Alice stumbles upon a creature of the night, becoming one her self. She finds family in her sire (Damon) and his brother (Stefan.) When she comes back to Mystic Falls, after not seeing her brothers for 20 years, she is forc...
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
2010 I walk into the Salvatore house, excitement coursing through my blood as I have not seen my brothers since the 90s. I stand in the doorway, "Brothers I'm home!" I yell into the house as I drop my purse on the entrance table.
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
They both appear in front of me looking grumpy, "Well this Era certainly suits the two of you." I say happily before Damon throws his glass of what I'm assuming is bourbon making me flinch, "No no no! You can't be here Alice!" He rushes at me making me flinch once again. "Out of all the times you could show up you chose now! It's been 20 years!"
ओह! यह छवि हमारे सामग्री दिशानिर्देशों का पालन नहीं करती है। प्रकाशन जारी रखने के लिए, कृपया इसे हटा दें या कोई भिन्न छवि अपलोड करें।
I slap him across the face, "Don't yell at me dick! What the hell kind of a greeting is that?! I wanted a hug not a bloody scolding!" I look past Damon and pout at Stefan. He sighs and opens his arms and I run into his, enjoying his bone crushing hug, "I missed you Alice, but Damon is right, you shouldn't have come back, at least not now." I sigh and pull away from the hug. "Why not?" I question. "We have guests over, you need to leave." Damon says in a furious tone before grabbing my forearm. I cringe at the touch before grabbing his wrist and snapping it making his hold on me drop.
"Brother, you are on strike two, I wouldn't try a three." I say completely exasperated by his lack of hospitality. "Now, go get my luggage. And Stefan can introduce me to your lackeys." I say as I skip forward and wrap my arm around Stefan's. As we walk through the halls I question, "Please tell me the library is still a readers wet dream."
