My name is Stefan Salvatore. People call me a monster and a serial killer, but I prefer to be called ,simply - the ripper. For decades and even centuries, my name has brought fear and misery.

The name Stefan was given to me by my mother,when I was born in Mystic Falls, in 1847. A great year for wine, and terrible year for my victims. My life was as normal as anyone's else. My mother died when I was ten, I fought with my brother almost every day, my father wasn't amazing either, but my life in overall was fantastic if you compare it to the years after. It all changed in 1864. Again a great year for wine, and even worse for my victims. That's when I met Katerina Petrova, or Katherine Pierce if you prefer. It didn't take her long to seduce both me and my brother. There was something different and special about her, a secret that had power to draw attention. A secret that we both soon discovered, a secret of eternal life and youth, a secret of vampirism. Katherine is the one who turned me into what I am now, a vampire, but my father Giuseppe§ remains the one who killed me, dissatisfied and ashamed his sons had succumbed to the wiles of a demon. And that's how my new vampire life started.

You may wonder do I blame him. No, I don't. I never wanted to become a vampire, nor I ever wanted to kill him. You may also ask me what I think about Katherine, and I'll tell you. As a woman, she unquestionably one of the most beautiful and powerful women I have ever met. She was and still is magnificent and truly amazing vampire, strong enough to deal with guilt,smart enough to hide and run when needed., and sassy enough to always say what she thinks. But as a person, she's terrible and broken, the one that would you fell sorry for if I told you her story. But I won't. I'll tell you the story of myself.

The beginning of my vampire life, may not be interesting for you, dear reader. As a newborn vampire, I had yet to learn how to control myself. Lust for blood consumed me. I spend my life trying to learn how to live with it. The ripper, animal blood, the war, then again, the ripper, animal blood, the war, only to come back again to the ripper and again back to animal blood.

It took me long time to truly understand a simple mistake that I've been making for all these centuries. Perhaps, I was born to be the ripper, the different kind of ripper. Ripper that is painfully precise and controlled. A ripper, that kills not because he needs, but because he wants to. You may think I'm heartless and mad, or you may say that I'm hurt and try to find an excuse, but truth to be told I'm just enjoying what I do.

Katherine promised me eternity of love, and Damon promised me eternity of misery. And that's what my life has been, mixture of love and misery, until I finally decided to stop it and start my own eternity, eternity of enjoyment. As same as you collect post stamps, play tennis, and drink tea at 5 pm, I kill. And it's all for one goal, queen of life, one and only - pleasure. And that is where the story of ripper begins.