Dear Diary,

I gave up. I gave myself up to the blood. I couldn't take it anymore. I was growing weaker and weaker everyday. It had to stop. I couldn't bear it. I needed the human blood. It brings out what's inside of me. The dark parts. It's the real me. It's who I am now. I can't change who I am. I'll never change. I tried to change myself–by drinking the animal blood. But I couldn't. There I am. In my real form–a ripper. A murderer. A ruthless killer. I'll never be able to fix myself. Never.

Hours ago

Stefan got out of his bedroom and walked down the stairs, slowly. His brother Damon was sitting in the living room, doing God knows what. Stefan didn't care about him. He just prepared for school and walked out of the boarding house. He put his hands in his pockets, carrying his school bag with one strap. He walked and walked and looked around.

A few minutes later he arrived in front of his high school. Then saw Elena get out of her car. She waved at him. 'Hey,' she said, walking towards him.

'Hey,' he said back, indifferent.

'How–how are you?' she put her left hand in her back pocket.

'Me? I–I'm good, yeah,' Stefan nodded as he heard the school bell ring. 'We should get to class,'

Elena nodded too and started walking towards the building. 'Is Damon alright?' she asked stupidly.

'Yeah, Damon is.. he's great,' Stefan replied, trying not to look into Elena's eyes.

They both silently entered the building and Stefan walked to his locker. How could she ask such question? he thought. Did she ask it by purpose? Did she want to provoke me? Was that her intention? Well it didn't matter much, now.

He took his stuff and walked in the history classroom.

After school, he came back to the boarding house, like he did everyday, but something stopped him–someone. There was a girl, crying. Hurt. Bleeding from the neck. Vampire bite, definitely.

Stefan stared at the blood as his face transformed. He took deep breaths. Normally, he could control it, but this time, there just was too much blood. He walked towards the girl and put his hand on her wound slowly. Stefan looked at his hand, looking at the blood on it.

He kept telling himself not to drink it. To walk away. But something was holding him. Something was pushing him to feed. It was stronger than him. He was weak.

Few minutes later, all he knew was that he was ripping the girl's body parts off. He had blood everywhere on his face and his clothes.

He looked at the body. Heartless, headless, armless, legless...

He stepped backwards and vampire sped away in shock.