Disclaimer: If I owned Twilight, The Vampire Diaries or Moonlight I would be a very happy girl. Unfortunately I don't and I just play with their characters

Part 1 - Let's take a trip down memory lane

I was laying on the bed at the hospital in Phoenix not listening a single word Alice said about shopping trips and shoes and colorful cover-ups for my cast. I wanted to toss her out but preferred to make a conscious decision to fall asleep and pretended to do just that immediately. She shut up finally and left the room. I popped my eyes open again and began contemplating how I ended up here.

It had all started in a small town in Virginia called Mystic Falls. My family was one of the early settlers, albeit not a founding one but pretty close. I was born in wealth even though my father was the Assistant Sheriff and my mother had passed away during childbirth. It was a very common thing back then. I grew up as a young lady was supposed to and attended all the events I had to but secretly I was a tomboy that loved spending time in the woods.

I got my first boyfriend at the tender age of 15. My father would much prefer the younger and more socially accepted Stefan Salvatore but my heart sang for the older brother, Damon. Damon was the bad boy personified. The one who did not want to attend college choosing the army and didn't give a damn if the age gap between us had the whole town talking. Sometimes I think our ... courting was the only thing his father approved of him.

It was the day before he left for war that he proposed to me with his mother's ring. My answer was a resounding 'no' that matched his own feelings about marriage perfectly but neither of our fathers wanted to hear it. I was supposedly shown off and if he was killed during the war I had to be socially accepted as a widow-to-be. On the last day before his troop left we went to the Falls and spent hours looking at the stars. I accepted his proposal. My nanny was planning a grand wedding for when Damon returned - if she returned and I just let her be. She was with me ever since my mother died and I could care less if her skin was dark. I loved her all the same.

About a year later Damon returned for the war and I was so happy to see him I hugged him and kissed him soundly in the middle of the street. PDA was a taboo back then but neither or us cared. Or so I thought.

It was during his absense that things had started to change in the small town. His father had taken in a girl, Katherine Pierce for some reason that was never known. What was well known was her blossoming romance with Stefan Salvatore. Stefan had always been my big brother as he was only a year older than me but since her arrival I had been thrown to the curve. I didn't mind it, I knew how it felt to be in love for the first time. There was something about the olive skinned Katherine that warned me off however.

I guess it was my instinct. Not only because it turned out that vampires (as I later found out she was) were planning to take over the town with her marching front but because she went after Damon. And he let her. Roughly two weeks after he returned, he called our wedding off and started going out with her. I hated the pitying looks I got from a lot of people but the townsfolk was also busy talking about the ring that went from my left ring finger to Katherine's pointer right finger when she was publicly going out with both brothers.

One more year passed until the proverbial shit hit the fan. A lot of people that been found dead, drained of all blood and a secret council had been formed. There was only the possibility of vampires. On the night of my seventeenth birthday the council had spread around enough vervain - a local herb that was lethal to vampires and had rounded most of them, threw them in a church and set them on fire. From my bedroom window I saw the slaves of Giuseppe Salvatore carrying an unconscious Katherine Pierce with Stefan and Damon running after them. The next day the bells of the town rang in a somber mood. The Salvatore brothers were dead.

The war was nearing and more and more men were dying. In a few months the population of the town decreased dramatically enough for said council to take notice and Father was making plans to ship me off to Europe to be away from it all. He wasn't fast enough. I died that week.

I was taking a stroll, returning home from the cemetery late one night. I was visiting Damon's grave every week because even though he fell out of love with me I was still very much in love with him. Suddenly I felt eyes on me and I quickened my step breaking to a slow lady like run. I was grabbed from behind and thrown to the mossy ground. A man was looming over me. A face that I recognized.

"Stefan?"

he muttered an apology before he bit me. I screamed and tried to fight him off but he was too strong. The last thing I remember is hearing voices as I gave into the darkness that was creeping on me.

I woke up hours later lying under heavy clouds. A blond girl was sitting by me, waiting for me to wake up. I knew her; I had seen her around town some evenings. She said her name was Alexis Branson and she was a vampire. She said I was one as well and told me I was transitioning to one myself. We met up with Stefan who was learning how to keep himself together and not eat the rest of the townsfolk and all three of us left town together.

That was 144 years ago.