From the bottom of my (dead) heart.
I was sat in the café awaiting the arrival of my boyfriend Damon, he was meant to be meeting me up for lunch before taking me out for a surprise day. Today was my birthday and I was turning 19, the age we agreed to run away together.
We were going to leave Jeremy with Bonnie and Caroline could watch out for Damon's brother, Stefan to make sure he didn't turn ripper again. I used to date Stefan before I died and came back a vampire, you see I had vampire blood in my system before my car was run off the bridge where my parents were killed, I was in the car with my friend Matt when we went into the water and then when Stefan dived in to save me I made him take Matt first because I was ready to die. I woke up days later a vampire, because I'd had Damon's blood in my system.
The only thing was, I was told I had a syre bond with Damon and that was why I had such strong feelings for him. He told me he had to leave me for my own good but I just stopped drinking blood and got so weak he had to come back and help me. We got back together and it just means he has to be careful that he asks me things and doesn't tell me to do things because I WILL do it, no matter what it is.
He told me I couldn't drink blood from the bag so I couldn't physically and when he told me I should try it again and that I could do it, I did it, whatever he tells me to do I have to but I don't mind because I love him with all my (now dead) heart and him me.