The Originals [coming out of hiatus]

3x01

It had been almost two months since the joyous wedding of Alaric and Jo. The sun-kissed beaches of their honeymoon destination still lingered in their memories, the salty breeze whispering promises of forever. But back in Mystic Falls, life was far from idyllic.

Kai had vanished to Tennessee with a mysterious friend of Savannah's. His departure left a void, a sense of unease that hung heavy in the air. Savannah focused on her daughter Faith and her nephew Landon. She juggled their needs with the grace of a tightrope walker, relying on Stefan and Bonnie's unwavering support whenever she needed a moment to breathe.

Camille and Damon, seeking solace in the bustling streets of New York, reveled in their newfound freedom. Away from the supernatural chaos of Mystic Falls, they explored art galleries, sipped coffee in hidden cafes, and danced under the city lights. Their love story unfolded against the backdrop of skyscrapers and jazz melodies, a respite from the battles they'd fought.

But fate has a way of weaving unexpected threads into the tapestry of our lives. It was on a crisp autumn evening that Stefan stood at Savannah's doorstep. His face was grave, lines etched deeper than usual. The flicker of candlelight played on his features as he delivered news that would alter their world.

"Savannah," Stefan began, his voice low and urgent. "We have a problem."

She stepped aside, inviting him into the cozy living room. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting shadows on the walls. Faith and Landon were tucked in bed, their dreams untouched by the impending storm.

"What is it?" Savannah asked, her heart racing. Stefan was not one to mince words.

He paced, his boots leaving faint imprints on the rug. "Lily's family," he said, "they're not pleased with our presence in Mystic Falls. They've issued an ultimatum: leave voluntarily, or they'll resort to violence."

Savannah's breath caught. She hated Lily so much. She didn't want to leave where her daughter was growing up. But if they stayed, innocent lives would be at risk.

"But this is our home," Savannah protested. "We can't just abandon it."

Stefan's gaze bore into hers. "I know," he said. "That's why I've been working tirelessly. I found a safe house—a place where you and the kids can stay until we reclaim Mystic Falls."

Savannah's mind raced. The thought of leaving the familiar streets, the memories woven into every brick, tore at her. But Faith's safety came first. Landon's laughter echoed in her ears, and she nodded.

"Where is this safe house?" she asked.

Stefan handed her a worn map, its edges frayed. "It's not far from Mystic Falls," he replied. "Far from prying eyes. We can gather there until we can figure out our next move."

As Savannah traced the winding trails on the map, she wondered about the sacrifices they'd make. The house on Willow Street, with its creaky floors and sun-dappled porch, would remain empty.

"Okay, I'll quickly gather our things," she said, and Stefan nodded before heading out. Savannah entered the bedrooms to begin packing their bags. Faith clutched her favorite stuffed rabbit, and Landon was mumbling to himself.

Savannah wasted no time loading up the car with all their belongings and hitting the road towards the house Stefan had secured for them. As soon as she arrived at their new home, she swiftly ushered the kids inside before retrieving their belongings from the trunk.

It took a solid 40 minutes to get everything set up. Savannah paced back and forth in her cozy new living room, holding onto her phone tightly. She called her sister, then settled onto the couch to wait for her to pick up.