Behind the Mirror
Disclaimer: All the characters, except for the ones that I own, belong to their rightful owners. I do not own "The Vampire Diaries".
Prologue
Dear diary,
A lot has happened and took much to write in this little leather book. Sometimes, I wonder why I had made a blood bond in the first place – before I had enjoyed the life of running around and drinking blood for fun. Now, with these emotions that I have hidden away for so long… sometimes, I just wonder why. Now he had to come back to the picture and everything burns into pieces. I don't know what's going to happen from here… maybe I'll come back and write more.
Elena
A brown-haired female looked up from her writing and stared out the window. The sunlight is covered by the dark red curtains from shining through and burning her skin, even with the ancient necklace that is protecting her. Standing up, she walked over to a small white refrigerator and took out a covered white cup. She drank until she was satisfied and licked her bloodied lips. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
She slowly walked to the front, ready and aim just in case if she was attacked.
She opened the door and smirked at who was standing right in front of her.
"Well, well, well… it was been a long hundred years, isn't it?" Elena asked in a sly voice.
"It has sure is." A dark-haired man smirked back.