Where are they? Stefan and Damon should have been back by now.
My two companions had retreated off into unknown ground to rescue their true love, Katherine Pierce, for what seems like hours ago. The sun had long disappeared, the steel moon was the only thing providing light to my friends and I feared for their lives. I wasn't stupid, nor ignorant of Katherine Pierce's nature: she was a vampire, deadly and blood-lusting.
As was I. Turned in the early thirteenth century, I was roughly five hundred and fifty years old, much the elder of Katherine. I would have accompanied Stefan and Damon on their noble quest, but I had to be cautious. Giuseppe Salvatore was well informed about the nature of vampires and their weaknesses. I was to leave the Salvatore brothers soon, to take my leave of Mystic Falls. If Giuseppe Salvatore is not aware of my vampiric state now, I am sure that he will soon figure out.
I may be close friends with Stefan and Damon Salvatore, but I am a vampire. Death is no stranger to me, nor my companions. I shall get through their deaths and departs when I and they are older.
Some may call be fickle, but I am merely surviving. A vampire of five hundred, almost six hundred years, is not still living by being a good Samaritan all the time. Survival is ruthless, as is land of the living and undead.
When I am slipping the baggy gown over my medium beige complexioned body, my keen vampire hearing picks up the sound of gunshots, consecutive to one another. Quickly, I throw my shoes on and speed out of the Boarding House, smelling the sweet tang of fresh blood in the air. My vampire face began to show, veins crawling up my face like spiders upon their silken webs, but I force the hunger down.
I easily manoeuvre in the ebony darkness, hunting down the growing smell of blood. I make it to a clearing on the vast grounds belonging to Giuseppe Salvatore, spying two figures laying limp on the grass. Blood seeped out of their wounds, making it harder for me to resist.
I had not had fresh blood in a while, fearing the town council to spike the town's water supply with vervain. I pushed pleasure down and choose the choice of safety, not wanting to risk my life just to feel satisfied when feeding.
Damon Salvatore, the ebony-haired friend of mine, lay on the floor, already unconscious. I saw Stefan was not, but he leant on the floor, spluttering and coughing violently.
"Stefan!" I cried, rushing over to him in my inhuman speeds. Katherine must have informed him of my vampire state as Stefan did nothing when I zoomed over to him. Of course, he may just be too concentrated on his death to actually realise the speed I used.
"Katherine," he whispered, words forming on his lips as he gurgled out, "Tomb, please."
Then his leaf-green orbs closed, breathing became much more shallow and I knew it was too late to feed him my blood. I know Katherine had given him blood, but I am not sure if it is still in both of their systems.
Standing up, I straightened out my attire and weighed out my options.
There is a good chance that both Salvatore brothers are dead for good, no longer to return as the undead. As their close friend, I should honour their last wish and save Katherine from the tomb. Being the older, more experience vampire in this town, I knew how to fight off villagers attacking me, but I am not up to date with the modernised ways of killing vampires.
However, there was also a large chance that I, myself, could die from trying to honour Stefan's final wishes. Of course, the odds are in my favour and chances are that I shall survive.
And so, knowing all of this and having weighed out the consequences, I shall honour the noble Stefan's final wishes and save Katherine Pierce.
Racing through the inky blackness, I followed the sound of cries, calls of triumph and victory. I knew this could only be the obnoxious humans, celebrating and cheering for the safety of their town.
What violent creatures, humans are. Vampire kill in order to survive, to preserve the food chain. Humans kill for land, treasures and pleasure. Vampires are merely tipping the scales: the humans, once invincible and the top food chain, are now experiencing being the prey, hunted by the superior predator.
Suddenly, as I was perched in the bushes, watching these peculiar humans, I feel a sharp pain in my neck and a numbing in my body.
Then excruciating pain, agony I have only experienced a sparse few times in my entire lifetime.
Vervain.
I have been burnt by vervain before and the golden sun. Neither was pretty and I loathed every minute, but I am hesitant to say which one pains me more. The physical pain of my body melting, burning with blisters, or the feeling of weakness.
Hands carried me up to a dark tomb and I heard the faint cheers, the calls of the predators.
The superior predators appeared to be the feeble humans in this scenario.
How ironic.
My vision begins to fade, but I cannot let myself fade into the dark abyss. The comforting wave of blackness washing over me, the relief of pain disappearing from my body.
No!
My insides scream with protest at each movement these humans force me, throwing me into the dark tomb. I am to die, actually forever this time. I suppose I shall go in peace, though. I am not going to lie and say I have not found my soulmate. I have, many humans take up the role of being my soulmate. I am a vampire, we have many true loves, but only one shall ever spend eternity with us.
All my human lovers have died long ago and I lay by their bedside, casting a beautiful dream of their final wishes to end it all in peace for them. As a vampire, a supernatural being, I shall not find true peace and I will not take that from those who stand a chance to find peace.
I am glad to survive on the Other Side, however. Mainly due to the fact, I can finally see all of my supernatural friends once they themselves die, guiding those with connections to the dead.
Other Side, here I arrive.