My name is Elena Gilbert, and I'm a vampire. I sigh to myself. Even after all these years it still takes getting used to.
I will always hate Jasmine for what she did to me; what she made me become. I never wanted this. I wanted
to grow up and have kids, have a family, and be long gone by now. No one should live this long.
I turned everything off for awhile, but it's time to face reality. I don't know why I always come back here,
but I do. I stare up at the sign saying "Welcome to Mystic Falls", and sigh. My house was still there, I was
sure of it. I make a quick left and see that the Gilbert house still stands in all of its glory. Abandoned for years
it probably needs some work, but that's nothing I'm not capable of. Ever since Jasmine left, i've learned to do
everything on my own and to trust no one. I park the car outside on the street, and grab my single dufflebag of clothes that I picked
up on the way to Mystic Falls. The house actually didn't look like it was in too bad of shape, but I doubt
it's still as pretty on the inside. I kick open the front door and walk in. It smelled like someone was in here but I wasn't too sure. The entry way looked the same as it did when I left it.
"Hello?" I called.
No answer. Still, after 200 years of being a vampire I learned not to trust the silence.
I dropped my bag. and pushed myself against the wall. I stood there for a few minutes until I felt it was safe, and turned the corner.
Suddenly I was slammed against the wall, barely missing the window. An incredibly handsome man with piercing blue eyes was staring at me as he held my wrists against the wall. I twisted his wrists, kicked him where the sun doesn't shine, and held his hands behind
his back.
"Well now, aren't you a feisty one?" He sneered.
I let go of his hands and kicked him in the back so hard that he was face down on the floor. He groaned in pain.
"Shit, sorry. It's not often I have visitors you know. I didn't expect anyone to just come waltzing
through the door." He grumbled as he got up and dusted off his all black attire.
"This is my house. You are?" I leaned against the wall and kept my eyes on him. For some
reason I don't think he can be trusted. He smirked and walked up to me.
"Damon Salvatore. Pleased to meet you." He took my hand and kissed it, never taking his eyes off of me.
"Elena... Gilbert." I rolled my eyes trying to hide the blush that was blooming on my cheeks.
"Ah, looks like I still got it." He cockily raised his eyebrows. It was actually kind of hot, but I shook my head
and went to get my bag.
"Why are you in my house?" I asked. How did he even get in? Oh yeah. The last humans that lived in it died in the late
1800's. It wouldn't even be that hard to get in.
"This house has been abandoned for years. I didn't think anyone would be coming back to it, but apparently
I was wrong. Lucky me." He smirked as he looked at his wrists. I smiled.
"Damon, how old are you?" I raised my eyebrow and stared at him. I really couldn't figure it out, since he seemed like a skilled vampire. He looked like he was in his early twenties, mid twenties at the latest. He had gorgeous sleek black hair, framing his blue eyes.
They looked startling on such a pale skinned man, but it worked for him.
"Let's see, probably 60 today. I was turned in the 70's. Trying to find out if you're a cougar?" In a flash he was
only inches away from my face. "Because, for us vampire's, age doesn't really matter." He murmured in my ear.
I flushed red and stepped back. He was looking at me with wonder; such a curiosity about me. He pushed a piece
of my dark brown hair behind my ear. "I'm 200 today." I said quietly.
"Elena, it's your birthday and you decide to come here?" He snorted.
"I didn't really no where else to go, this is the house I grew up in. I thought it was time for a fresh start.
A fresh start away from my sister." I looked down at my feet and then around the house. It was definitley a bachelor
pad, that's for sure. Every kind of video game console was in front of the tv. Around the corner it looked like
there was a pool table. I hadn't seen upstairs yet, but honestly I was kind of scared.
"You have a sister? Is she as hot as you?" He smirked. I was seeing red. I could feel the veins under
my eyes popping out. He stepped towards me, with an apologetic look in his eyes.
"Don't ever bring her up again, Damon." I spun around on my heel and went to sit on the couch.
1813
"Sister, we have to go! Someone's gone mad. We need to get out of here!" I exclaimed as I pulled up the skirt
of my dress. Her eyes looked blank. Her hair was half up and half down, framing her hazel eyes.
Sometimes, people couldn't tell that we were sisters because she had caramel brown hair, hazel eyes and tan skin, while
I had long dark brown hair, pale skin, and brown eyes.
"Sister?" I touched her shoulder and she shyed away.
"What Elena? Yeah, the towns burning so what? They just tried killing the vampires in the town. It didn't
work though." She smiled.
"Vampires? Jasmine, what are you talking about?" She had a weird look in her eyes. She looked oddly proud,
but yet sad at the same time. She turned towards me and looked at me seriously. Vampires didn't exist. Did they?
"Elena, I need you to do something for me. You have to promise you'll do this for me." Jasmine looked at
me very seriously.
"Whatever you need sister. What is it?" I was starting to get worried.
"I need you to drink my blood." She looked directly into my eyes.
I could never refuse my sister. No matter what.
"Don't be afraid." She ordered me. She extended her fangs and wripped her wrist open.
She then shoved her bloody wrist into my mouth. It tasted gross, but I kept drinking anyway.
"That's good, sister." Jasmine took her wrist out of my mouth. Just then our father approached us.
Apparently he didn't see what just happened. I quickly turned around and wiped my mouth off. Why did she
just make me do that?
"How are my two favorite ladies doing?" He smiled cheerfully at both of us. He then saw
Jasmines wrist and stepped back. "Jasmine what happened to your wrist?"
"Elena drank from me father! She's a vampire!" She cried. He whipped his head towards me and looked at me with sadness. He stared at me for a long time, and then at Jasmine. It seemed like he couldn't believe what was happening. He then took a wooden
staff out of his coat pocket and walked towards me. Why did he have a staff?
"No daughter of mine is a vampire. You're nothing to me. " He glared at me as he grabbed me and shoved the stake through my heart.
Jasmine bent down, and smiled.
"Sister, why?" I choked. I couldn't breathe.
She whispered in my ear, "Because, if I'm going to be immortal then so are you."
Then the darkness came.
