I was having a lot of fun with my new toy. Ever since I learned that Elena was actually alive, even though I had drained her, was the highlight of my week. She hadn't turned into a vampire, but I had plans to change that. I was going to have my fun though. First I rid her of all the vervain [it was rather messy to say the least] then I compelled her to never leave unless I gave her permission to. Now here she was lying in my arms like the good little girl she was. I had fed off of her several times, but couldn't taste any difference in her blood from that of anyone else. Don't get me wrong though, she is delicious. Rebecca seemed to approve of my activities, but Elijah. Well he was just a giant stick in the mud. We had several arguments, but he left me to do whatever I wanted to do. After a week had gone by Elena had grown boring, so I fed her my blood and compelled her to go to the Salvatore's, pretend she was okay for a couple of hours and then when no one suspected her to do anything, she was to kill herself.
I got to the Salvatore's house and walked in. "Hey" I say to Damon who was drinking as he always did. "Elena…where the hell have you been?" "I was just taking a break from it all. I'm okay. See? I'm alive." I rolled my eyes at his over protectiveness. After about an hour had gone by he finally calmed down and Stefan was holding me in his arms. Something in me turned and I got up "I gotta pee." I say as I walk away. I find myself walking to the kitchen. I couldn't stop it. The voice inside of me just continued to echo in my head telling me I had to die. I picked up the biggest knife the kitchen had and screamed to get the boy's attention like the voice in my head told me to do. When Damon and Stefan appeared I slashed my throat before they could stop me. I could feel the weird warm stickiness of my blood falling on my clothes. I felt Damon catch me as I fell, but that was all. Until I woke up.
