Elena's POV
Here I am; hundreds and hundreds of years later; alone, wandering the world in search of something to give my undead life meaning.
Yes, I am a vampire. Want to know how that happened: The Salvatore's. Their love for me got in the way as they realized I was growing older with each day. And within the blink of an eye, I could be gone.
Not shockingly, Damon was the one to take care of this problem. As soon as I reached the age of 20, he decided that was already old enough. He fed me his blood while I was unwilling, he snapped my neck. This all happened so fast I barely remember. Once I woke and Stefan found out…you wouldn't believe the scene I witnessed; the battle of the brothers.
While I sat on the floor, yelling at them to break it up with no use, they continued on. Using fists, or any tangible object they could find to hurt each other with. The fought almost to the point of their deaths. If I wasn't there, it would have gotten that far, no doubt.
Damon and I both knew Stefan wasn't against the idea of me turning into a vampire. Only against the idea of me hating them both for eternity. The idea of choosing Damon over him. And the idea of hating myself forever because of what I was forced to be.
But what I did was leave. Less than I year later I left after they taught me to use control around blood and everything I needed to know to be a vampire and not to kill.
And now, I regret leaving them…almost. They both still ruined my life; because now, I'm over 300 years old and still sucking the life out of innocent people. Not that, at this point, I care. Everyone I've ever loved has died. That is, except for Stefan and Damon. I had to turn it off. Too much pain was unbearable and it felt so good to turn off that magical little switch we call emotions.
All these years, I can't say I haven't wondered where Stefan and Damon are at, or even if they are still around. I've found that once and awhile I miss them. And that I'd wish all three of us could meet up again just to see each other. But when that feeling comes I immediately ignore it, keeping true to my emotionless vampire senses.
Not only have I wondered about them, but about Caroline, Katherine, and even all of the original family. I have yet to have heard from any of them over the years. I have simply been by myself; I have been literally around the world. There is and was no purpose to, but what else can I do with eternity?
Well now, I have returned to Mystic Falls, for truthfully, the very first time since I have turned. And I'm not sure I should be thankful I did or regret it completely.