Hobehoing
In the town of Mystic Falls, history doesn't stay buried-it just waits for a fresh heartbeat.
I am a mistake of nature. Born from a bloodline created nine hundred years ago by the Bennett ancestors, I am the living shadow they tried to erase. As a **Weretiger-Vampire hybrid**, I am a predator so rare that vampires and wolves once ended centuries of blood-feuds just to hunt my family to extinction. I carry the "Silver Sleep" in my veins-a single bite from me can plunge an immortal into an eternal, agonizing coma.
I've been twenty-one for a very long time, and I've spent every second of it running. I'm not just hiding from the alliance that wants me dead; I'm running from the man I once called my husband: **Elijah Mikaelson**.
When **Klaus Mikaelson** offered me a heads-up on Elijah's movements, I did the unthinkable-I struck a deal with the devil. Now, I'm his eyes and ears in a small Virginia town, tasked with staying two steps ahead of a doppelgänger and two meddling Salvatore brothers.
Hiding in a cabin on the edge of town was supposed to be easy. But the sun here feeds my strength too well, and the moon stirs the tiger beneath my skin until it screams to be let out. Damon Salvatore is a liability I can't stand, Stefan is a martyr I can't help, and Bonnie Bennett's magic is starting to remember the secrets of the Silver Stripes.
In a world of fangs and see fur, I am the only one of my kind left. But in Mystic Falls, being unique is just another word for being a target.
**The hunt is on. The tiger is awake. And the husband I left behind is closer than I ever imagined.
Revised
A cold trail of the past still haunts me- hunts me. A deft towards the devil to escape, leads me to a small town in the middle of nowhere to infiltrate a friend group. Welcome to mystic falls I guess.