I have lived in the same house for almost 100 years now. You see, Damon Salvatore came to my little town of Smokey Hills when I was just 10 years old. And he adopted me... I was an orphan, no one wanted me. But Damon did. I still sort of don't know why. After a few years, I got older, while he didn't. He didn't want to marry like most men, he didn't want to have an heir.

I became more and more like his little sister than his daughter. But I was legally, and still am, his adopted daughter. He told me that no matter what, I would carry his name... and I never loved a person more. He gave me a home. A reason to do something with my life. He gave me a name. Oh, right, I'm Annie, Annie Salvatore.

At least, that's what is written on my gravestone. You see, things got hectic, very hectic. We, as in the town, were celebrating our 30th anniversary. And that is when Stefan showed up. He fed me his blood and just as he was about to kill me, Damon came in. Stefan had gone mad, and told him this was for Damon's own good. And that he would thank him one day. And then he snapped my neck right in front of Damon.

I woke up buried. Thankfully it was dark when I crawled out, or I would have actually been dead. I went back to Damon and I's home and found it empty of all his belongings.

That was the last time I ever had contact with any other human being besides the ones I feed off of.