Author's note : This will follow the show closely as I'm watching each episode and then writing my story to best grasp the essence of vampire diairies. I hope you enjoy my OC Sarah and my little twists on the plot and don't hesitate to write reviews. Enjoy my lovelies !

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'Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.'

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The supernatural. I've always known about the supernatural.

Witches, vampires, werewolves— I knew. Being a witch myself, I was exposed to the world when I turned 5 and stopped a falling glass with magic; something I didn't even know or believe existed.

Let's just say that 5 year old me was very excited. Excited enough to run to my twin sister and tell her my little secret— only for her to snitch to our parents but that's a story for another time.

First things first, let me introduce myself.

My name is Sarah Gilbert and I'm a witch... and a vampire.

Crazy, I know but that is the mystery of little old me. Witchcraft is something I was born with. Vampirism on the other hand, crashed into my life... quite literally.

It was the summer of my 17th birthday, my parents had just died and I was in that grey angsty state of mind people call 'grief'. That day I'll remember for the rest of my life— the rest of eternity.

It was a sunny day in Mystic Falls and I was as lethargic as the day my parents died— it being a car accident a few days prior. I knew I was in no state to drive but I took my car nonetheless— the car I spent three summers in a fast food chain for, a beautiful car— and drove, or rather wandered around town. I didn't know what came over me, quite frankly I can't remember my state of mind that day, but I do remember driving to the cemetery in a hurry.

I remember my lethargic state fading away as I sped down the road, eager to yell at my dead parents, yell at their graves for leaving our family behind, for being selfishly going first... dying first. I now know it was the grief overwhelming me, but back then, I couldn't think of anything else other than arrive at that cemetery.

I never got to the cemetery.

Halfway through the woods, something, an animal perhaps, run straight in front of my car and heroic little me, I swerved to avoid it— losing control of the car and swearing at myself as that little incident could have been prevented by my magic. But like I said , my state of mind wasn't the beat that day.

Unfortunately for me though, I swerved right into a tree, a big, tall tree with 'Welcome to hell' —not to be dramatic or anything— written on it.

'That's it. I'm dead.' Was a constant thought as the airbag was a touch too late to give me adequate protection in that case.

However, low and behold, I came back to life unscathed. I mean, I knew I was resilient and a very powerful witch, but that couldn't have saved me— but then here I was, laying beside my car, alive and kicking.

It wasn't until a sweet old lady stopped her car to help me that I realized what had happened.

I realized it a touch too late though.

It wasn't until her body went limp in my arms that I realized I was the one who did it— I'd been the one to drain her of her blood, thus completing my transition into a vampire.

I must admit, though a very open-minded person, the thought of losing my magic nearly drove me crazy. After all, I knew that witches lost their powers when they became vampires.

Not my proudest state, but in a panic, I didn't even think about the sweet old lady anymore, quick on throwing my hands up and yelling a spell that wiped out a few trees. Feeling my magic cursing through me, it was then that I was calm enough to assess the situation.

I burned the old lady's corpse and her car and took mine to the same breath— already used to my being a vampire. Now that I thought about it, I'll never know how vampire blood got into my system that day or any other day for that matter.

On another note, I must also admit to not being a very good person.

I had my morals, I had my people, everyone else could die for all I cared. I know this sounds horrible, but becoming a vampire kinda freed me from human righteousness. Well, even when I was human, I could be a bitch and it didn't bother me in the slightest.

The next few weeks after my transition and just before Junior Year, I got used to being a vampire; to drinking blood, stealing blood bags from hospitals and being quite comfortable in my house without having the need to tear my family members' throats out. Plus, I was my little brother's biggest cheerleader, his lifeline, his strong big sister, I couldn't let him see me with the slightest of crumble— especially after our parents' demise.

Now that you know how I got stuck at 17 for eternity— Thank god I could still pass for a 22-23 year old young woman, it was fine with me— what happens next is my story. The story of how my life changed for the better.

The story of how I became Sarah Mikaelson.