I had been in bad predicaments before barley escaping. Of all the ways I could of died, my death wasn't even amazing. I mean why couldn't it be a fight or a person I love killing me. But no instead I'm on the floor withering, convulsing and puking blood as vampires I have turned over the years probably are doing the same. At first I thought I fed on something that had bad blood but as I fall to the floor so does Josh a vampire I turned in the 80's. Then I know what's wrong. Kol the vampire that turned me when I was 17 in 1864,the original bad ass smart mouthed youngest male original is dead. I now this is the case because Elijah one of the oldest originals kneels down beside Josh surprised he is dead so quick while I am on the floor in pain. As I lay there I feel my skin decicating And as that happens I am blinded by memories of my past memories I barley remember most of them from my human life except the memory of me killing my Nephew Joseph in the fifty's and my oldest brother Damon telling me to run so he can take the blame with Stefan.
So this is the end I know that probably half the vampire population is decreased because of Kols little vampire turning spree in the new world. I fight so despertly to stop the decication but in the end I know I can't win.
"Looks like I'm done for." I laugh as I barley whisper those words.
"I'm sorry." Is all I hear before I surrender to the sweet dulling pain of decication, going into oblivion wishing I could say the things I always wanted to say to my brothers and people I hurt because in the end I know that there is no forever and no immortality, because vampires will always be truly dammed.