I have been told that, "The tragedy of human life consists in our vain attempts to stretch the limits of things which can never become unlimited, to reach the infinite by absurdly adding to the rungs of the ladder of the finite." But when you can live forever than this wouldn't apply to your life.
I am a warden of the Eastern sea board. I was turned to protect the innocent, bring justice to the fallen and to record the history of this region. I never asked to have this task. I was chosen; my creator taught me the ways of warden hood and then disappeared. I have lived longer than most wardens, the American wardens are younglings compared to their European ancestors. I was told we were the chosen by the almighty; but who would let us be tortured by the hellish creatures that roam this world?
I have seen many things in my two centuries of life. I cannot be killed, my blood is toxic to my enemies and I am frozen at the age of eighteen forever. While traveling, I record the actions of my prisoners the vampire race. The Vamps believe that they have complete freedom but I am responsible to give them the proper punishments for their actions. My wrist tattoo is the only indication of my existence. Many have speculated my kind to be like the witches however we do not have spells to protect us. We travel by shifting space and time; our eyes after turning begin to deepen into a rusty auburn color. I was human once; I still eat and drink for energy and my heart still beats. My blood is the only thing that has changed and has preserved my body at the age of eighteen. I was supposed to pass on my abilities decades ago but I have not found nor looked for a warden replacement. I do not wish to inflict such a burden on anyone else. Since no one accounts for my actions; I suppose I can control the warden linage.
I have had many interesting cases come into my charge over the past two centuries however one of the most peculiar ones takes place in Mystic Falls, VA in the middle region of my control dealing with Katherine Pierce and the Salvatore Brothers. I have dealt with many cases of changing but the Salvatore brothers were a very twisted tale. Their reappearance in Mystic Falls has caused me to go back to that tragic place. I was young in my warden hood when I met them the first time. My heart was not yet hardened by the tragedies of this world. I wanted to save both Stefan and Damon from their fate but out of ignorance I got involved. I have learned much since that tragic day of the church burning in 1864.
I have been told I am one of the lucky ones. I have had many names over my time as warden. I have seen history unfold, witnessed victory, experienced death and loss. My name is Savannah Catherine Blackwell and this is my story.