A/N: Upon popular demand, I'm posting this here as well as on Ao3. I hope you all enjoy the rewrite as much as I had writing it.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of it or make any money from any of it, all of it belongs to those who created the Vampire Diaries and The Originals.

Dear Diary,

It's my birthday.

I'd tell you how old I am, but I don't remember, I lost track. Somewhere in the one-thousands to be sure. I suppose I'm writing this because Stefan told me it's good to write about things, especially after what I've been through. My story is long and complicated and I doubt I could write all of it out, even with a vampire's memory. As sit here writing this, I can hear Bonnie in the kitchen making breakfast, Stefan's concerned voice about my wellbeing or my sanity…or both. He's concerned my decades of imprisonment have addled my mind, but honestly it just felt like a really long nap.

It feels good to feel something again, though the world has changed so much since I was last awake. When I was daggered, it was somewhere around 1923 I think. It was an attempt to punish my husband for his misdeeds by his Father, Mikael. Mikael and I have a complicated history, he hunted us for decades and finally caught me.

I was so stupid then.

I should have ran…I should have listened to Niklaus.

I didn't.

So, Mikael did the worst thing he could do to my husband, he made him believe I was dead. What really happened was that Mikael daggered me and locked me in a tomb for a few decades. Of course, that was the after effect of something I did to persuade him to do so. That's a long story in itself, but the short version is he was lonely and decided to drag me along with him on a family vacation. Then I pissed him off and got daggered. Longer then he intended I'm sure, being that he himself had been trapped and entombed elsewhere. For whatever reason, Mikael chose not to kill me but dagger me instead.

I don't know why.

Elijah is on his way, I miss him so much, I miss them all. Nik has gone absolutely nuclear according to Rebekah. It took Stefan and Damon a week to find me, and they had to search nearly every cemetery in Georgia to find me.

It began with a spell in Louisiana.

Klaus's sister Freya began with it, using it to test the links between the siblings and the rest of the vampire population. I haven't a clue why she was doing it, I didn't ask. All I know is she realized I was alive and brought that to the attention of Klaus and Elijah. Klaus called Stefan, and then he and his brother went looking for me. Now here I am, writing in this journal, wondering and waiting. Klaus being caught up in the havoc in the French quarter was unable to come get me, so he sent Elijah in his place.

Lie.

I know he's paranoid, but seriously it's me. I'm not a trap or a clone or whatever he thinks this might be. Esther and Mikael are dead, so this couldn't be something they cooked up. Honestly that man needs to get out more.

So, the whole point of me writing in this diary is to tell my story, of course there's no way I'm fitting it all in one book.

I'll try…maybe just highlight the good parts?

Anyways…how to begin? I've loved fairy tales since I was a kid so maybe I'll just start with something classic.

Once upon a time, a long time ago in Mystic Falls, the last Forbes was attacked by a homicidal witch…