It had been over ten year since I had last visited my home town. I grew up in a small town know as Mystic Falls. There was a lot of history in this small town, and it had come a long way over the past century, but there was one conspiracy that drove this town mad and it was that vampires existed. They did, and I was one of them, therefore the safest place for me was as far away from Mystic Falls as possible. I had spent the last ten year travelling the world and enjoying all the places I had never seen in my 100 years of life. Yet something was missing, and that was a connection, I had not been with people I loved in several years. My brother, Damon, had a different way of life, and well I, I believed in being human as much as I could. Regardless there would always be a pull which sent me home every once in a while. I had a distant relative who lived in my old house. The building was now known as the Salvatore Boarding house. It was now my turn to go home, not forever but simply for a visit, to feel the comfort of the life I used to know. It was time to go home.
Mystic Falls will always be home, but I have loved and I have lost in Mystic Falls, and part of that pain still remained with me. Katherine Pierce was a beautiful young woman and I feel madly in love with her. But the truth was that she was much more than a woman, she was the first vampire I had ever met. She was the one that burdened me with this horrible curse. This curse I now had to live with for the rest of eternity. I had learned to control the urges and the need for blood, and my heart and compassion could simply not deal with the pain of feeding on someone. So I found my strength in animal blood, it wasn't the same strength but it was good enough. And this way I could keep my humanity intact and I could live without wanting to kill myself for the pain I caused others. The memories of me and Katherine remained forever in my heart and forever in my mind. Every time I blinked I saw her face. But Katherine was gone; she had been for the past century. She was mummifying in a tomb under the old Fell's Church. Her body was now like rock and her blood pumping slowly through her veins kept her alive but not it a comfortable way. Over the years I had thought about the possibility of saving her, but I never knew if she would be the woman I thought I loved, or if she would be someone completely different. Her presence was still with me, and at times I thought that she was not in that tomb at all, that she never was. Many years ago I thought I saw her at a concert, or there was once a time I saw her reflection in a store window. My mind was sharp but it continued to play tricks on me. This time though it wasn't a trick, but it wasn't Katherine either.