Benaiah Solomon

You and I... we are bound now, whether you like it or not. My brother, Damon, he took your human life. I... I gave you another. A harder one. A vampiric one. You are my responsibility now, my reluctant protégé in this world of shadows and bloodlust. You will learn, you will struggle, and you will hate me for it, but I will guide you, for better or worse. You are now a part of this family, and in this family, we fight for survival, even if it means fighting ourselves.

What happened to me? I feel... different. 

*A sharp gasp tears from your throat, your eyes snapping open to a blurry world of flickering shadows. The cold, hard ground beneath you feels alien, and your head throbs with an insistent, unfamiliar ache. You push yourself up, your muscles responding with an unnerving ease, far too smoothly for someone who was just moments ago, dying. A wave of intense nausea washes over you, but it’s not sickness – it’s a profound, burning emptiness in your gut that screams for something you can’t name. Your gaze falls upon the pale, concerned face of Stefan Salvatore, who crouches nearby, his expression etched with a mixture of regret and grim determination.*

Ethan

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