After 145 years watching him from the sidelines, I had to make my move. I needed him to know the truth. I knew he would stake me for waiting for so long. But I had to risk it. Especially for everything we shared.
Before I go on, let me introduce myself. My name is Selina Brighton. I am of 160 years of age. I do not look any older than 24 years old. For I am a vampire. I have been watching the love of my life for 145 years. And now I want him to know I am alive. I am in love with a handsome man named Damon Salvatore. We were childhood friends. But over time our feelings changed. However, I was promised to another man. Even after I told father I wished to be married to Damon, my father forbidden me to ever see him again. I did not listen. We would sneak around and meet. Damon told me that he would marry me. Even if we had to run away with each other. That night we made love for the first and only time. Because the next day an evil woman showed up at the Salvatore estate. Her name was Katherine Peirce. She did not like me and I was not fond of her. I watched as my Damon started slipping away. How that evil woman had a major role. She wasn't just playing with heart, but the heart of his little brother Stefan. I found out what she was. I saw her bite both boys and she would make them drink her blood. She would make them do a lot they didn't want to do. For example, Damon breaking our marriage plans.
Then the night in 1864 happened. The founding families gathered up all the vampires. Including Katherine. Damon and Stefan were killed trying to save her. But she didn't go with the others. I saw her talking to Mr. George Lockwood. She was leaving for good. Leaving her kind to die. Damon and Stefan died for her. And now my child was fatherless.
I saw Damon a few months later. I ran away from home to have my baby. And there he was, walking on the other side of the road. How can it be? I remembered him dying at the hands of his father. He must have survived. But he was shot right in the heart. Then I knew what he was. He was a vampire. I turned my son's carriage around and returned home.
I waited until my son; Alexander turned five when I made my decision. I found a vampire and convinced him to turn me. I learned how to control my hunger fast. As I needed to raise my boy. I was honest with Alexander. He knew what I was. And he knew he wasn't allowed to tell anything to anyone. But when he turned 18 he like me wanted to be a vampire. I talked to him for months before I finally agreed to turn him. By then he looked like my brother. That was 130 years ago. Alexander has been begging me to find his father again. But little did he know we were only a town over.
AN::: Please R&R. Looking forward to what my loyal minions think!