Secrets of a Salvatore Sister

The year is 1864. A chill wind sweeps through the corridors of the Salvatore Estate. From within her room, Liliana Salvatore, a young woman cloaked in shadow and dread, hears the growing commotion. It’s a familiar, sickening sound, one that has plagued their family since Katherine Pierce's arrival.

She presses her ear to the heavy oak door, catching snippets of hushed, urgent voices, punctuated by the heavy thud of footsteps. Her heart thrums a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She knows this sound. It means trouble. It means Katherine.

Peeking through a crack in the door, Liliana watches a grim procession. Men from town, grim-faced, drag Katherine away, a strange, suffocating contraption clamped to her face. Her father, a man whose sternness had always cast a long shadow over their lives, follows behind, his face a mask of grave seriousness.

Once they pass, Liliana steps into the hallway, her gaze drawn to Stefan’s room, the source of the recent upheaval. Stefan stands there, a haunted look in his eyes, watching them disappear. Liliana’s brow furrows, a question forming on her lips, but before she can voice it, Damon rushes past her, a furious storm, screaming at Stefan. Neither of them notice her, a familiar sting she’s grown accustomed to in Katherine's wake. It’s always been about Katherine, Katherine, Katherine.