Disclaimer: I do not own The Vampire Diaries / The Originals, or any of the characters, plot-lines, dialogues from the shows or books

However, I do own Nora Rosewood / Nora Salvatore, her backstory, the storyline, and any additional characters that do not belong to The Vampire Diaries or The Originals. Characters in this story may not have the same opinion as you. These characters are all fictional.

OC - Margot Robbie.

They say everything happens for a reason. And I think it should appear with a manual when it finally does come. Because I, for one, would very much like to know what's happening with me.

My name was NORA ROSEWOOD. I was a member of the British Institute of Interior Design at the age of 24 and was doing pretty good with my life until an unfortunate event happened. I know I am using the past tense, but that's because I died, you twit.

Anyways, that's not the sad part. The unfortunate part is when I realized I am reborn into a TV show that I used to binge-watch on my weekends. It's a CW show called "THE VAMPIRE DIARIES." And it has two spin-offs.

And I am not freaking ok with it.

I mean, who wants to be reborn in a world of vampires, Witches, Werewolves, Doppelgangers, Heretics, travelers, Hunters, Sirens, Silas, Cade, Hybrids and other shit ton of supernatural creatures. And most of their moral compass doesn't really point north. Half of them are judgemental hypocrites, and the other half are narcissistic psychopaths with just a speck of redeemable qualities.

And so, as soon as I realized how screwed up I am, I prayed to every living god out there to transport me to some different universe, where people can't kill me in just a blink of an eye. I wasn't even bargaining at this point. I would gladly be reborn as Cinderella stepsister if it means I don't have to live in fear every day of my life.

But something tells me prayers aren't gonna show me any mercy. Because I was freaking right here, reborn in Salvatore's household as Nora Salvatore on April 22, 1843. My elder brother is Damon Salvatore, and my younger brother is Stefan Salvatore.

Imagine my hysteria when I suddenly noticed the facts about the world I live in. My first thought was to run away, of course, and it is even now, but my 4-year body isn't in any position to help. And so, I started crying my eyes out.

Which, in return, gave my not-so-sadistic-father Giuseppe Salvatore a reason to hate me with a fiery passion. Because as soon as Stefan was born a year ago and is named Stefan Salvatore, I recognized just how real this all was, and my wailing was the only thing that was heard within the walls of the Manor. And it has become pretty annoying pretty fast to my father.

Though Damon tries his best to console me with cute little antics of his, I still have this fear...deep inside me, that doesn't help much to the situation.

Sometimes I used to scream in my sleep due to the nightmares. I see Katherine draining me of my blood until my last breath. Some other times she just snaps my neck and buries my body in the backyard while my compelled brothers laugh at my misery.

Damon, who sleeps in the room next to mine, and my pseudo mother, Lillian Salvatore, helps me most of the nights. But it is mostly Damon.

The blue-eyed one took the older brother's role to a whole new level at such a young age. He usually crawls in my bed late at night, holding me and whispering sweet nothings until I snap back to reality. It felt weird to be consoled by a young boy who is two decades younger to me.

And I really don't understand how will such a cute guy change into a cocky bastard in the future.

As months passed, I slowly got used to the idea that I am not going anywhere, and I should just suck it up and find a way to live. Then one day, I spotted it. A probability of me having magic.

Since Silas, the all-powerful, immortal witch, is an ancestor of mine, there is a possibility that I would have had the traveler magic in my blood. That being said, I thought of testing it.

I took a candle and concentrated a really hard, and guess what?

I got a massive headache.

But, Hakuna Matata. It didn't stop me from doing shit. Because, one, I didn't really have anything important to do. And, two, I didn't have another choice, to be honest. It was a do or die situation. And so, I stubbornly used to sat in front of the candle for hours, and one fortunate day it successfully lit up.

I couldn't hold my happiness after that. I know that lighting a candle doesn't help me from dying, but still, it's a start.

However, I couldn't ask anyone for help since Emily Bennett has yet to make an entrance, and I really didn't know of any witches living at this point in time. And a five-year-old girl can't possibly travel all the way to New Orleans. So I kept the matter aside and waited for the time being.

Years went by, and the only thing that takes up most of my mind is one question. I still didn't understand and couldn't come up with one logical explanation as to why I am still here in the first place. There is no character called Nora Alessandra Salvatore in the show, but here I am a witch, who doesn't know a thing about spells and herbs, except for the word INCENDIA.

Giuseppe turned alcoholic by the time I turned 6. He started hitting my mother Lilly and Damon while Stefan and I hid in the cupboard of my room, where I closed his ears and eyes tightly.

I couldn't do anything to stop it. There is not much strength in my muscles, and I could not even call 999. He didn't do anything to Stefan and me because, in his eyes, I am a child prodigy while Stephan is "Golden Boy" of the family and the town. And if they were to see a scratch on us, it will degrade his pride.

No matter how many times I may remember not to get involved, the cute little brothers of mine just keep capturing my heart with their faces. They are adorable, innocent, and selfless...oblivious to everything terrible that's happening in the world. I couldn't help but love them.

And so, every time Damon gets hit, for something as insignificant as being a minute late for supper, I couldn't help but feel guilty for not stopping it.

All I could do at times like that was wipe the tears in Damon's eyes, kiss his cheeks, smile, and give him the Peanut butter cookies that I made, especially for him. Though cookies in the 1800s are not like the ones in the future, I did my best to make them taste better, with the few ingredients I could gather.

The first one I made was given to Damon, of course, which he loved a lot, and discovered his sweet tooth.

Thanks to my cooking skills, Giuseppe became bearable. According to Giuseppe, I am going to make a fine lady one day, so from then onwards, he started making me tolerate him.

My mother was a different story, she was so proud of me, and her eyes brimmed with happiness. She did ask how I made them and how I knew the recipe, and thus, I made up a story, using all my knowledge I owned in creative writing, back in my school days. And thankfully, she believed it.

She is as innocent as she gets.

I was Stefan's favorite person in the household. I taught him how to walk and speak. As soon as he turned 4, he loved the desserts I made as much as Damon. They fight for the first bite. It didn't matter if it tasted terrible, all they wanted to do was boast on who got their hands on it first.

I think I was the one who made the first Muffin in history.

But as the day ends, and I sleep in my bed, alone with y thoughts, the only thing on my mind is the TV show. I can't help but worry about the problems my brothers will face in the future. How they will hate each other.

I didn't want to see them like that, not until I am alive, at least.

But they will also find someone to love in the future. They will learn the definition of the family once again. They will find peace.

Should I let Katherine turn them into Vampires and give them a long life where they learn from their mistakes?

Or, should I start giving them vervain, and stop them dying and let them have a short happy, healthy, human life, without any suffering and heartache?

What happens if I change the future?

Why in the bloody hell am I even making choices?

"Muffin, are you in there?" someone snapped their fingers in front of me, waking me up from a trance.

"What?" I asked, becoming aware of my surroundings.

"I was merely asking if you would like to go on a walk with Stefan and me to the falls before father gets home," Damon said, chuckling at my preoccupied mind.

"Of course, Day," I said, getting up from my bed and patting my dress a little.

"What were you thinking about Muffin? Is something bothering you? Is it about our father? Don't worry about it, I will protect you," He said in a solemn tone, worry etched on his face, making me giggle at his brotherly concern.

"I know you will protect me, Damon. You always will. I was just thinking about our mother. She seems to be not feeling well these past two weeks. How about we show her to a doctor?" I said.

Though I like Lilly, I absolutely don't want her to become a vampire and change some lunatics into heretics, which then leads to a crazy supernatural huntress hunting them and my brothers in the future - if they were to turn into Vampires by any chance.

It won't be long before Giuseppe sends her away because of her disease. May be medicines can help before the condition could get any worse. Also, I want her to be there for Stefan and Damon and not abandon them to our bastard father.

"Mother is sick? I didn't know. I should discuss this matter with my father. I am sure he will show her to a good doctor," The 11-year old boy said to me.

"I will talk to him. He will always scold you even though you haven't done anything. I don't want you to get punished again. He is less bitter with me," I said, looking up to him carefully.

"But what if he gets upset and raises a hand at you? I don't want that. It's ok since I am the big brother, I will handle it. Alright?" he said, ruffling my hair.

I am 31, I wanted to explain to the boy.

But I couldn't.

Instead, I made him bend up to my length and pinched his cheeks before giving a kiss on his nose.

"I Love You, Damon. You know that, right?" I asked him. I know he is a fictional character, but the admiration and love, he shows says otherwise...it makes me think otherwise.

I didn't have any siblings in my previous life nor parents. I had to live with my grandma as soon as my parents died in an accident. By the time I turned 20, my grandmother followed my parents, leaving me alone.

So, I couldn't help but drown in the warmth and love I was offered from both kids.

"I love you more, Nora," He said with adoration in his eyes. I didn't want it to change.

But what if after a few years he will know that I lied to him even after I know everything that's going to happen in his life. Will he hate me? Or if I say anything now, will he think I am crazy and send me to an asylum.

I mean, who would believe a 7-year old.

"I too love you, Nora," Stefan said, coming behind us in his cute 4-year old voice, making both Damon and I laugh.

"I love you too, Stefan," I said, ruffling his hair fondly.

"But she loves me more brother," Damon boasted, grinning at our younger brother.

"My imaginary friend thinks that you have serious mental problems brother because I like Stefan more," I said, kissing Stefan's cheeks and running away from them.

"You had to ruin the moment, Nora," Damon said with a groan, chasing after me, followed by Stefan.

"What can I say, sarcasm is my second language," I hollered at him.

Yes. As you might have expected, I deleted the story and I am updating it once again. I decided it was in need of editing ad so here I am. Thank you.