Stefan Salvatore. One hundred years old vampire has a reputation that precedes him. In fact it was his barbarity and fame that brought me to Mystic Falls. You see, he is extremely handsome and sexy but his main activity is ripping people. Stefan's nickname in the supernatural world is actually 'The Ripper'. But before he kills his prey, he tortures it first. Women are raped while he drains them and men; well it gets even worse for them. Still, in the end, if you get really 'lucky', he'll rip you into pieces and leave your body like a puzzle waiting to be solved. He's so out of control, a danger to our species and he must be stopped. I'd rather do it my way…
Then there's Damon, his older brother and partner in crime. Though this one is a little more tamed, he does not play with his food, oh no, he goes straight for the kill. Efficient, yet instable; Damon is even hotter than his bro. A lady's man apparently…what can I say, I'm a sucker for tormented men.
The two of them have more in common than the looks. They are both hallow, void of any human emotion, with no attachments or commitments. None except the brother bond they share, like two peas in a pod, together for eternity. That bond I hope to save even when I'm done with them.
Oh and finally there's me. Khloe Masters, one of the first to walk upon the earth. Funny how well my family's name suits me and my brothers, given the fact that the entire vampire race exists because of us. I've mastered a lot of my kind throughout the centuries, out of boredom, out of solitude and mostly out of revenge. We did not choose for this curse to fall on us, still it did, so why not bring others into this new world worth exploring. For a long time, I was even worse than 'The Ripper', letting my demons take over my body and guide me into oblivion. Back then, human life meant nothing to me; I felt no remorse or compassion while I slaughtered villages with my siblings. Life was so much easier then. But never have I ever turned someone out of love and the desire to spend eternity with them only. I would have done it at one point, but it did not work out. I could say it all changed in one day but it would be a lie because we all know 'Rome wasn't built in a day'. Still all it took was meeting Noah in order for me to leave my brothers and take my own path, one much less self destructive. Ah, my beautiful lover, he has forever left a scar on my heart. He was the one that meant more to me than a walking blood bag. Actually, I never wanted to feed from him until that damned day.
People around us would say we were in love, well at that time I did not believe myself capable of such a noble feeling…but when I looked into his eyes after revealing my true nature in the most horrible way, I swear I heard my heart shatter into tiny little pieces.
For us it started like any other day, two lovers moving in sync with each other, pledging the moment to eternity upstairs in Noah's room. We moved together, reaching new limits in the throes of passion, and all it took was one moment of negligence for my monster to come out to play. Dark veins appeared under my bloodshot eyes and fangs protruded my lips while I buried my face in his neck and inhaled deeply. And that's when I lost it all, there was no way back, his blood was too much for me to resist so I didn't. I bit him, all the while trying to make it as pleasurable for him as it was for me. He fought me off but I would not budge. It took me a while to calm myself the moment was already broken and the reflection in his eyes was of a demon that should not roam the planet. He was disgusted by my nature and all I could feel radiating from him was hate. No more love, satisfaction or happiness; instead he rejected me from the start.
A hundred ways to kill him flashed through my mind; however, instead of pledging myself to the darkness, I chose to compel him. He will not remember knowing me even if I will never forget him. Despite the hurt of his reaction, he put something back together in me, something I missed feeling since I stopped being human. The desire to get better, to control the urges my vampirism had. I remember thinking that I wanted to be worth loving and sacrificing everything to be with. I also remember feeling the most human I had felt in an eternity.
It has been forever since my life took that path into redemption; still I haven't found my second chance at happiness. I have though helped so many to find theirs. That's what I do, I travel the world in search of broken people, supernatural or not, and I aid them to put themselves back together. Even if Noah hated what I am, he still taught me about forgiveness, remorse and the power of love. I am a different person because of him, more alive, almost human…no longer a slave to my nature. Instead I have found a way to work around it, giving in yet not succumbing to it.
That's why the Salvatore brothers need me and I shall try to teach them about balance and acceptance.
Who knows, maybe they can teach me how to love again…