Well, it's not like I didn't see this coming. Maybe I didn't know it directly, but I have come to realize something in my hundred and some odd years: nothing, and I mean nothing is impossible.

As it turns out, Elena has died. I feel like my heart has been ripped from my chest. She had refused to become a vampire when she started aging past her thirties, when I insisted that she changed or I was leaving her.

I knew it was the meanest thing I could've ever done, but it would've killed me to see her remain human, age, become ill, and die. At least leaving her gave her a chance at life, a normal one, that is.

After a year of grieving, and countless harsh remarks about me from everybody around her, she finally moved on.

Of course, I never truly left her. I'd always check up on her, wherever she was, unlike my dirt bag of a brother. Once Klaus got reign on him, he was a goner. Eventually, Klaus was killed in a "freak accident" involving a dagger submerged in white oak ash and wolfs bane along with some decapitation. His sister was taken care of as well. The only thing I regret was not doing it myself.

Anyhow, Stefan is still out in the world roaming, dwelling on Elena's death, no doubt.

Hell, maybe he isn't. For all I know, he could very well be dead.

Back to Elena: she had a remarkable life. She attended the weddings of Jeremy and Bonnie, Tyler and Caroline, Matt and Caroline (she married twice because Tyler had cheated on her with some were-chick), and Alaric's (I forget his broad's name), before attending her own.

She had moved away from Mystic Falls to attend college and met some human boy named Andrew Sutton. Well, I might've thought better of him if he didn't marry the woman I was desperately in love with.

They eventually married and had three daughters and one boy, all of which had her rich, chocolate brown eyes and deep, enriched brown hair.

I'd check on her through the years, but I had lessened my "stalking" when she began to turn gray. I knew what was to come and couldn't bear it. The last time I saw her, she was laying in her casket, hands folded over her midsection, eyes closed as if she were sleeping, and smelling like cheap perfume and embalming oil. Her children looked sorrowful, but I was sure that I was the most hurt out of all of them. She had outlived her parents, brother, husband, and Matt. Bonnie and Tyler followed after. All the while, I wished she would've outlived me. I hardly recognized her with wrinkles and gray hair, but I knew it was her because a part of my undead self had re-died that day.

I had considered killing myself many times after that, but I had realized that long ago I had told her something that I'll never forget.

I had told her that I would never leave her again.

Ever.

As I thought about it, I realized that her descendants were a part of her, which is what I said I would never leave.

So, through these past centuries, I have watched over her descendants.

But what I had never considered, but not written off at the same time, was the fact that somewhere along the line, there would be another Petrova doppelganger.

Now it's not like I'd go around frisking all the look-alikes of Elena, because I wouldn't. I think now, that if I had Elena back, I'd just care for her, like a sister, or a daughter, because I'd never want to hurt her, and me loving like that would only cause her pain.

The year is 2199 and there is another one.

Elena's doppelganger…

Her name: Elena Salvatore

She is my adopted daughter.