Stefan POV

47 people. Dead.

I can feel the humanity draining from me, slowly but surely. I can hear the dying heartbeat of the teenage girl I just sucked the living out of. I can see the sly smirk that is planted on Klaus's face. I can smell the satisfaction, from watching me destroy myself, radiating off him.

I have to end this nightmare. Even if it kills me.

Elena POV

I'm sat on my window seat, watching as the sun is setting in the sky, beginning to give up on writing something different in my diary. There is no point in trying, all words have been extinct for the pages of my journal. Expect three words; I miss him. That's all I have managed to write for the last 2 months, since he left Mystic Falls. Left me.

All that fills my mind is memories, all day and all night its like being haunted. I know I should be glad for the good memories that rarely and by chance drift into my thoughts, but I'm not. Its like someone is rubbing it in my face that I will never have memories like that again with him, because he's gone. Forever.

I quickly get pulled out of my thoughts as Jeremy walks in.

"Hey, er, whats up?" Trying to at least keep my voice a little upbeat.

"Um, well Caroline text me, asking, actually telling me to quote, 'Bring Elena to Damon's-drag her if you have to!'" I cringed at the phrase 'Damon's' but of course it wasn't the His and Damon's house now, it was Damon's since he disappeared.

"Oh, well I have to, er..." He didn't look very pleased.

"Elena, its your eighteenth birthday you have to celebrate."

I guessed he is right. I should just go, act happy for half an hour and then make some stupid excuse, anyway I will be made to go so if I go by choice Caroline might let me leave earlier. I hope.

"Fine, I will go." I got up and dropped the blanket I had draped over me onto the bed.

"By the way..." He looked down at the floor.

"Yes?" I snapped. I knew he was going to say something that I didn't want to hear and I was already a little pissed that I have to go and celebrate my birthday, which I already said I didn't want to celebrate.

"I, er, well...I think Caroline might have," I glared at him causing him to raise his hands in defense "Invited a few more people than you thought." He twirled his fingers together, nervous.

"How many are we talking about?"

"A hundred, maybe more.."

"Brilliant." I stomped out of my room and made my way to the shower.

...

After I had my shower and blow dried my hair, I got into some black leggings and a nice-ish but comfy shirt. Only to find out that Caroline had already dropped off a dress for me to wear. This day was just getting better and better..

At about 7:45pm I got out my diary one more time and actually found myself writing something other than the three words my diary has been used to.

Dear Diary,

I am about to go to my eighteenth birthday party. When I was little I used to think saying those words would bring me pure happiness and excitement. But today, right now it brings me the opposite. I feel sad that I will have to pretend to my friends that I am pleased that they thrown me a party. I am sad that they have probably put a lot on effort into this and its the last thing I want right now. But mostly I'm sad that he is not here with me. I miss him so much that it hurts me to even think of how things used to be but yet my mind is crowded by scenes of the past. Even though I miss him beyond words and a tiny part of me is angry he left me, I still love him. So much. I just wish he was here...I miss Stefan.

Stefan POV.

Klaus just fell asleep, probably planning where we will be going for our next killing spree. One thing I learned about Klaus is that he is always on the go. Whether he is looking out for any threats that might appear or is planning what city to terrorize next or even dreaming on how he is going to violently kill another harmless human- he is always on the ball. So I decided to use this weirdly peaceful time to start writing in my new Journal, I never know when I will get the chance to write so when I can, I grab the opportunity with open arms.

Dear Diary,

I can remember once that I told Elena, quote "Everywhere I go pain and death follow me, Damon follows me." But now the path of pain and death ends at my hands. This time Damon is the innocent one and I'm the monster. I can feel losing the real me and that scares me more than ever. The only thing that is stopping me from letting my humanity disappear altogether is Elena. I know I can't give up because if I do there will no chance for me to see her again. I miss her more than anything and the love I hold for her is greater than the love I hold for blood. So deep down I know that I can get through this because I love her enough to fight the blood and Klaus. I will find a way to get away from him. I have too.

Just as Klaus stirs in his sleep I snap my Journal shut, not risking getting caught. I look down at my watch, 7:57pm, June 22nd.

"Happy Birthday Elena, I love you." I whisper into the night.

Elena POV.

I closed my diary quickly and shoved it under my mattress, just as Jeremy walks in.

"Come on Birthday girl, time to go." he says before exiting my room and heading downstairs.

Just as I am about to leave the comforts of my room I utter a quiet, "I love you Stefan," as I slowly descend downstairs. Two things I know for certain, A) I love Stefan and B) Whatever happens we will be together again, whether its in life or death...

- This is my first Story-pls tell me what you think!