The day had been warm, a very nice day for June. June 19th to be exact, and it was a wonderful day for Vivian Ridgeford-Clarke. It was her 23rd birthday and she was getting to spend it with her son and husband, it was all she ever needed in the world was her family. Her sister would have been there, but she had unavoidable things come up, and after their parents had passed, all she had left was her sister, her husband, and her son. It was no secret that her son was her world. Daniel had been their only successful child birth since she had been married to Charles Clarke.
"Momma, do you like your gift?" the bright eyed boy asked, his unkempt brunette hair blowing wildly in the wind.
"Of course I do, Daniel. I love the flowers you have given me, I plan to plant their seeds in the garden." she smiled to him before she took his hand and they headed inside. The night was coming up on them rather quickly, and Daniel needed to be put to bed before he headed off with his father on his morning trip into the main town of Mystic Falls, Virginia. However, Vivian never expected the events of the night to occur the way they did after she had put Daniel to bed, and she herself climbed under the sheets of the bed she shared with her husband.
She awoke to a shooting pain in her chest, and she quickly threw the covers off of her, barely registering that Charles wasn't in bed and ran to check on Daniel. And there he was, a blood mess with a knife drove through his heart, and Charles standing over him, blood on his hands. "What did you do?!" she demanded, tears running steadily down her face, but before an answer came her own magic took over and began suffocating the man as she approached her son, desperately shaking him in an attempt to wake him up, but she knew he was gone, and she could hear her husband gasping for air behind her. She ignored it though, and she picked up her son's bloody body and walked outside. Her eyes darkened as the fire set the house ablaze. She would bury her son. She would remember him, always.
And to this day she did, Vivian Ridgeford remembered her son and the day she lost everything. Her heart had crumbled under the pressure of it all, and she knew that she had changed because of it, but that was why she was in the loft. The loft of Alaric Saltzman, for a warlock named Maddox had found her and said that another entity could use her. The darkness emitted from her, it had since before she had been trapped inside a coffin, preserved so the darkness could be purged of her. Instead it made it deeper and darker, and Vivian loved it.
"When will he be here?" she inquired, her voice monotonous. "I have to get to work soon."