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December 22, 1993
Caro Diary,
I looked at last night's entry, and it shocked me. That wasn't me talking. Really it wasn't. Well it was, but I haven't talked like that recently. Before we continue with the story, I have to tell you a few things. Wilhelm was the guy Grossmutter wanted me to marry. She didn't approve of Damon, and we never had a meeting where she missed an opportunity to pull out the list and tell me the many reasons why she didn't approve of him. The main reason was that he was an Italian. She didn't really like Italians. Mama and Papa had to get married in secret. My father is Baron Fredrick Robert Richard Eric Van Helsing. My mother is Countess Teresa Maria Andria Carlotta De Celli. I have an older brother named Johan, and Elena is my little sister. See, five hundred years ago, people had a strong belief in prophecy and magic. A wise woman told our mother that Elena would return in half a millennium to be reunited with Stefan, Damon, and I. Damon. Sometimes I forget we're even married. He does too, apparently, considering all the women he's cheated on me with. But that's okay with me because I cheated on him a lot too. Believe me the excitement wears off quickly. Can you imagine staying attached to the same guy for five hundred years? I can't. But I'm letting myself get off topic. Damon and I had to get married in secret as well. I'll never forget our wedding. Grossmutter barged in screaming like a donna pazza, a madwoman, cursing all of us to hell. It was quite a sight. Then Damon grabbed a torch and set it to the material at the alter. Before I knew it, the whole castle was engulfed in flames, and everyone was running for the doors screaming "Fuoco, Fuoco", fire, fire. It was certainly a day to remember.
The Van Helsings were less one castle but it wasn't like Grossmutter couldn't afford to have it rebuilt.
But the night by the lemon tree was memorable too. After the promise, we made our first exchange of blood. Then Damon told me to go back to the house and rest. The next morning, I felt tired, weak. This worried my parents very much. To them, I was the strong daughter, the invincible daughter. I had survived two bouts of tuberculosis before my fifth birthday, an impossible feat in those days. My parents then decided to let me have a life instead of making me stay inside and sew all day. I played sports, learned swordplay, and became an expert in many areas of study. Many people in Florence thought of me as a miracle child, a genius, and that didn't even take into account that the many boys in town thought me extremely beautiful. Grossmutter thought of my genius as an effrontery to Germany, and always asked me why I wouldn't share my talents, instead of just keeping them among the privileged Italian upper class. And I told her, "Grossmutter, Italy bore me, named me, and bred me, and Italy will keep me always." And I've kept my word, even to this day.
Fino a che non veniamo a contatto di ancora,
(Until we meet again)
Selina
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