AN: I don't own The Vampire Diaries, any of the characters or the plot, that belongs to Julie Plec and Kevin Williamson. I solely own Dana, and Veronica when she appears. All rights go to their original owners. Also, before anyone questions it, this story is also up on my Quotev account.
Dear Diary,
They say that the very definition of insanity is to do the same thing repeatedly with the hopes of gaining a different result. Well, if that truly is the case then I've been insane for the last sixty years. Every few years, I move to a new state and a new city, in the hopes of getting a fresh start. I've tried multiple times to start over and live a normal life, but I suppose that is impossible for me. The entire universe seems to be against me getting the life that I so desperately desire, probably because by the normal laws of the universe, I shouldn't exist. I should have died in 1922, in Chicago when I had my neck snapped, but no. Here I am, alive and well.
You know, I hope nobody ever reads this. I'll seem a bit insane, won't I? That's why I hate diaries. I hate giving people a way to know all your intimate thoughts. I never used to have enough time nor the energy to be bothered to sit down and write my personal thoughts down into some stupid little book that I'd probably lose or find out that one of my nosy family members had read. But now that I have a literal eternity, I suppose that I have the odd moment to sit down and scribble some deep poetic thought down, make myself seem smart to whoever is reading this. Not that I care what you think, nosy person who's decided to ignore the various warnings that I've placed on this book.
Where was I? Oh, yes, the fact that despite everything I'm still alive and the universe hates me for it. I mean, it's not like I blame the universe for hating me and my kind. We defy the laws of the world, we do what we want, when we want and often there's very little consequences for any of us.
I suppose, person who's reading this, that I have probably lost you at this point, so I suppose that I'd better introduce myself, hadn't I? My father would claim that's the polite thing to do.
So, hello there, stranger. My name is Dana Isabella Salvatore. I was born in the year 1900 in Chicago, Illinois and in 1922, I was turned into a vampire.
You have no idea what you've gotten yourself into, do you?
AN: And I'm going to end it there! I know this was short, as it was just a prologue, but I hope that it's interested you! Anyway, please let me know what you think, as I'm quite nervous about this story, and I'll see you in the next one!