Greetings, fellow readers! I have returned with my former story and have revamped it after much struggle and lack of inspiration, but I can actually say I am happy with the changes I have made, and I hope you guys also enjoy the story. I also hope you can all accompany me on this journey once more!

Disclaimer: I own nothing from The Vampire Diaries and claim no ownership over anything about it. I only own my characters.


prologue

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Vampires.

Werewolves.

And witches.

They're the creatures of legends, myths filled with magic and mystery. They were infamous entities that lurked in the shadows, howling in the woods, feeding on blood, and cackling curses.

The hysteria of vampires originated from the premature burial of a live person who was thought to have passed away. Humans explained the shortcomings of their medical knowledge by stating that missing bodies came back to life. Illnesses and mysterious deaths were also chalked up to vampirism. And there was the belief of garlic and crosses being able to ward off such evil. Of course, none of this could be further from the truth.

Then there was the legend of men being slaves to the night, transforming from man to wolf while under the silver light of a full moon. There were supposed attacks reporting that livestock was slaughtered by an 'animal' and a person was blamed. And then there was the belief of lycanthropy being a medical condition that explained a person's appearance and behavior. A silver bullet was said to solve a werewolf problem. Not too far off from the real thing.

Finally, witches were believed to be people who were able to perform magic spells and call upon spirits. Most witches were thought to be pagans doing sinister work. There was the fact that many people who were accused of practicing witchcraft were simply natural healers or so-called 'wise women' whose choice of profession was misunderstood. This legend rang truer than any other.

All these mythical creatures that were said to be malevolent and evil bred from hell did have something in common–they were all creatures connected to the moon in some way.

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Hazel-green eyes took in the words as they roamed over the sentences printed on the page of a small book being held in the dainty hands of a young girl. Any sound around her was dulled and nothing more than background noise as the teenage girl read the book behind the counter of a quaint bookstore situated on the corner of a street in the 'Windy City' of Chicago. It was a quiet night and not many customers were entering the establishment at such a late hour to read a book in the small seating area they had next to another counter that provided coffee and some pastries, so she decided to find a way to pass the time.

This teenage girl of petite physique had a delicate figure and medium skin with a rosy complexion, only standing at five feet and two inches. She possessed silky tresses of dark brown hair that she kept in a messy ponytail with face-framing bangs that were parted at the center and fell around her heart-shaped face. Over her clothes, she wore a black apron that all employees had to wear, along with her name tag that read 'Gwen'.

"What do we have here?" an amused voice interrupted the young girl's thoughts, hands plucking the book from the teenager's hands. The other female was older by four years, making her twenty years old. She was also taller by an inch. Like the younger girl, she had long hair that fell past her shoulders in soft waves of chocolate brown, which contrasted against her blue eyes. Her long bangs that framed her oval-shaped face were slightly parted at the right and swept to the left. And her skin was slightly pale with rosy cheeks and a very light dusting of freckles. "Where did you get this?" she asked with knowing eyes as she held up the book, her lips pulling up into a smirk.

Gwen smiled, trying her best to appear innocent. "It was lying around," she said, looking around the store, "among all of the other books."

The older girl snorted with her right eyebrow raised and her lips smiling. "Really?"

"Really," said Gwen, nodding.

"You're lucky I like you," the young woman said as she handed back the book, leaning her elbows on the counter next to her young friend.

The teenager sighed with a playful roll of her eyes. "You've always liked me, June."

"Maybe," the older girl chuckled.

"Whatever," Gwen remarked while smiling as she opened the book on the last page she read.

Juniper released a small laugh from within her throat. "So," she began as her eyes fell on the cover of the book in Gwen's hands, "why the sudden interest?"

"Don't know. I just got curious," Gwen questioned in return, her eyes roaming over the few pictures in the book that depicted horrid images of supernatural creatures in different settings. "I mean, it's not like we don't know the truth."

"Yes, but we can enjoy reading the myths and legends humans come up with," Juniper said as she straightened up to glance at the pages of the book. "It makes you think how clueless we'd be, just like most people are."

Gwen hummed, still not taking her eyes off the book.

"You can take it," said Juniper, gaining the other girl's attention, "if you want."

"Really?" asked Gwen.

Juniper nodded with a soft smile. "I know how much you like reading whatever you can get your hands on and there are a lot more in the back, so do whatever you want with it."

"Thanks, June," Gwen said with a smile as she closed the book that she can read later.

"Yeah, yeah." Juniper smiled as she placed her hands on her hips. "You should get going." When Gwen raised an eyebrow, she continued. "Look, this place is deserted at this hour, and I can close up on my own. My apartment's upstairs, but yours is not, so get moving."

"Fine, mother dearest," Gwen teased as she took off her black apron that all employees had to wear, handing it to Juniper's extended hands. Now she stood in only a pair of high-waisted skinny jeans that had a light blue, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up tucked into them, which she matched with a pair of beige booties that had a low heel; it was the regular outfit she wore to work at the café, much like the one Juniper was wearing.

"Mother knows best," Juniper teased back.

Gwen chuckled as she shook her head while putting on her denim jacket that had gray sleeves and a hoodie, gathering her taupe crossbody purse that she slung over her right shoulder. She also made sure that her phone and book were safely stored in her purse before bidding goodnight to Juniper.

The teenage girl stepped out of the bookstore and then she was on her way home. She breathed in the crisp night air and wrapped her arms around herself, walking along an almost empty street and passing by dimly lit alleyways without a second glance.

Thinking about her borrowed book's contents, Gwen noticed that the setting she found herself in was perfect for a supernatural creature to attack. And just as the thought crossed her mind, she found her sight blurred as her body was forcibly pushed into a darkened alley.

Sharp fangs.

And then a scream echoed.


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