I once thought we had it all. We had each other and we had the worlds I collected on the shelf beside my would exscape into the worlds and become whoever we wanted to. You showed me a taste of the light and I showed you the hottest spots in the darkness. Gates and gates, but never did we want to go home. Like a glass window was between us, we could never truly lay our hand on the other's hand.

But then I went back to the light and you weren't waiting for me anymore. I felt the Light condemn me and I fled back into the darkness. I covered my eyes, the light was burning me. A vampire could never truly live in the sunlight, but you, a werewolf could. You could stand proudly in the light and nobody would have to see your sin.

I look back on the dreams and I realize now they were lies you planted in my heart. You never meant a single word you spoken. So I remove this locket and step into the sun, in the hopes it kills me. You gave me hope but in truth, you filled with nightmares.

In some ways. You become my creator when I know you weren't the creature who made me a vampire. You said it never mattered. That a vampire and werewolf could be friends or even sisters. Why did you lie to me?

I dropped the pen and diary into my blue backpack. I had fully intended to die. I don't know where my legs took me but here I was, in Mystic Falls. Who knew I would be the X-factor in a long steaming war or that I held the last treasure of a royal vampire family? I just wish someone had told me that summer in Virginia was hot and humid. Oh well, we can't get everything now can we?