Werewolves.
Wonderful.
Let's add that to the growing list of complications that has suddenly become my life.
Spawn of Satan ex-girlfriend? Check.
Love triangle with brother and doppelganger of ex-girlfriend? Check.
Vampire-hunting werewolves? Double check.
What is it with this town? It's like you can't swing a dead cat around here without hitting some supernatural creature. I'm beginning to wonder about the combative turtles Stefan mentioned.
Looks like yet another thing I will have to handle.
Why don't I just leave? It would be so much easier if I packed up my belongings and said good-bye to all this fucking chaos.
But I won't. Why, you ask?
For the very same reason why I spent 145 years pining for a woman who didn't love me.
I'm a masochist.