It was a crisp morning late in the month of May. I was living in Chicago for the past few months; I had taken a job at the local library, what better way to spend my days than in a room full of old novels. I wasn't there for the money that was for sure, I just need to blend in. Being part of the modern world was not easy; I had to be very careful when I needed to feed. I did my hunting mostly at night and I had moved in with a young man who was looking for someone to help pay his rent. It had been a simple past few months but it was now time to go back to my home town of Mystic Falls. I was needed there, not by any one in particular but by part of myself. I packed up the apartment late on the night before my departure. It was unexpected, so I left my roommate with a sufficient amount of money to cover the rent, and a little extra to help him get by.
I had decided that flying back to Mystic Falls was probably the worst idea. It was not easy to fly as a vampire it involved a lot of questions and scans, and nowadays airport security was on your ass about everything. I wanted to enjoy my journey so I decided that I would take the vampire kind of road trip, which involved running when my strength was up and hitching rides when I got a little tired. For a normal Vampire who fed on human blood it might be easier to run most of the way, but my Power was weak and I got tired more easily than most vampires. I had been feeding a lot and I had shipped my belongings back home. Today was the day I started to run. During the day time I would jog at a slow pace, mimicking that of a human so that people weren't suspicious, but once the sun set and night time fell I picked up speed. Running in the wind was so freeing and liberating I loved to listen to the sounds of the city form around me in a wild haze.
Running free gave me the time to think about a lot of things, and I thought most about the past. The people and the vampires I had met during my hundred years of life. One vampire in particular came to my mind when I thought of running and that was Lexi. I had met Lexi early in my life time, right at the beginning of my new life in fact. She taught me the importance of love and of humanity but she was also the one that taught me how to run like this. She was the one that told me that no matter how sad or lonely you are that running could cure anything for a vampire. Running was like are drug, it heighten are senses and made us aware of so many things at the same time, the ground beneath our feet, the wind on our faces the noises of nature and of humanity.
I thought about other people too, Damon my, self righteous, conniving pain of a brother. He was so hell bent on destroying my life that he would follow me around the world killing people in the town I had decided to live in. This matter would bring suspicion of vampires or animal attacks as they were often called. The reason for the war between me and my brother was all do to my first love, our first love, Katherine. She was everything anyone could ever want in a woman. She was strong and powerful; she had long luscious brown locks that fell in tight ringlets around her face. Her body was that of a goddess, curvaceous but tight in all the right places. My love for her was endless, or so I thought. Our love was not real; I realized this once she changed me. The Katherine I knew was not the real Katherine. The real Katherine was manipulative and selfish, and all she wanted was to love and be loved in return, but the way she went about doing that was not kind and it was not pure. She was the smartest of vampires, pinning two brothers, two best friends against each other so that she could fall in love with both of them and have them at her beck and call. That was not love, and I now realized this, but I could tell that Damon felt otherwise. He still wanted Katherine or at least the idea of her, he claimed that she never compelled him but I think that he is compelling himself into believing that, if that were even possible. Damon will stop at nothing to get the Katherine he wants back, and I will stop at nothing to prevent that from happening. I never want to look into those dark doe eyes till the end of time; I never want to see that conniving bitch's face again.