I sit on my bed with the journal in my hands. The edges of the book are frayed and torn. I peel back the cover to hear the binding creek. I'm expecting to see a forgotten writing but instead all of it is in English which confuses me since Damon said this is from the first vampire. I start from the beginning.
I never thought that demons existed. I never believed the stories that floated around the villages. Then I met him, he looked just like anyone else but his beauty stood out above the rest. That's what drew me into him. We were alone and that's when he changed into something I didn't recognize. All of his teeth were razor sharp, his eyes turned black as his skin turned almost a grayish color. The veins in his body turned black, making them visible through his skin. Wings erupted through the skin on his back expanding the length of many trees together. He moved so fast that I didn't even see him coming towards me until I felt the piercing down on my flesh. My skin burned against his teeth. My vision went dark from there but I remember a strong foul taste in my mouth, the liquid was thick. My memory is gone after that. Now I look the same but there is a hunger in me all the time, so much that it burns my throat without a break. I look the same but I can not go out in the day. I spend my nights killing the people I once knew. There blood only satisfies me for a small time.
At any other time I would have enjoyed reading more about this but I want to see what this has to do with me. I start skipping through the pages looking for any sign of something that will help. As I continue to read, I read her story of how she fell in love with a human. Not only was she the first vampire but she is the one who started all of this. I read about how the love of her life slowly starts to fade away until he finally dies. She never turned him. There is nothing but regret in the rest of her journal. I read the very last passage that is recorded.
I have rewritten this story in this new language that seems to becoming more spoken in this world. I fear my language will soon die out. I will keep this story out there for any other vampire who encounters this in hopes that they will take these words into consideration. Do not make the mistake that I made. I will live until this world comes to an end knowing that I will never again feel the way I once did. I refuse to give up so easily as to let myself perish. I need to live on knowing that I could have had something much more than this.
From the two journals that I have read I notice that both of the vampires truly loved the human that they were connected to. I feel a weight on my chest, its almost like I can feel the regret that they both were dealing with. It makes me think about Damon. Does this mean that Damon loves me? I realize that this is something I want more than anything. I want the answer to be yes.
Damon stood in the parlor of a mansion. White marble floors glistening against the light from the chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. Damon could her Isobel's high heels hitting the sidewalk outside as she walked up to the front door. The front door opens as Isobel walks in with a look of boredom on her face. Clad in signature all black. Isobel hangs her heavy black jacket on the coat hanger by the front door.
"Well Isobel, how could you come all the way here without coming to pay a visit to me?" Damon says flashing his usual smirk at her.
"Unless you're here to give me the compass then get out. I'm surprised you found me so fast." Isobel states flatly, not even sounding amused.
"Obviously you forgot who taught you everything you know." Damon says as he backs Isobel up against a wall. Isobel looks up at Damon with a grin on her face. Her slender fingers slide up his shirt, with a sudden movement she pushes Damon back onto the black leather couch just a few feet away. Isobel sits on Damon's lap. Just as fast as she pushed him on the couch, Damon flips the both of them over the back of the couch as he pins her down on the floor. Damon's hand grips Isobel's throat.
"I'm not going to give you the compass and I'm sure as hell not going to let you around Elena again. So whatever twisted version of a mother-daughter relationship you thought you two can have you better get out of your fucking head. I will kill you so fast that you wont have time to regret coming to Mystic Falls." Damon tightens his grip around her throat.
Isobel gasps as she tries moving from his hands. Instead she attempts to get out one word. "Jeremy…" Damon's eyes widen as loosens his grip enough to let her talk.
"If you kill me now, before I get what I came for then I will kill Jeremy without any repercussions. Bring me my compass in the town square tonight and I will hand him back over." Damon lets go of her throat and without saying a word leaves the house with Isobel still laying on the floor rubbing her throat where his hands just were.
I know what I have to do. I can't be scared of Katherine coming back. No matter the risk I know that I need to do this. I look over at my window where Damon has just entered. I quickly get up and go to him, ready to tell him. Damon speaks before I have a chance to tell him.
"Isobel has Jeremy." My mind completely stops. I need to make sure that he's safe.
"We need to give her the compass." I can hear the panic in my own voice. Damon doesn't say anything to me. "Please Damon."
"I wont let her hurt him. We'll give her the compass." Damon pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around me. I welcome him and the comfort that he brings. I just didn't think that it would be this easy to get him to hand over the compass.
We're in the middle of the town square, the streets lighted up by the lamp posts around the sidewalk. The sidewalk is wet from the sprinklers that had just gone off on the surrounding grass. Isobel walks up to us, I don't give her time to speak first.
"Where is Jeremy?" I don't let my voice break, I can't show her that I'm scared. Isobel rolls her eyes like a child at me.
"Call your house, he's there."
I quickly pull my phone out of my pocket scrolling through my contacts. I tap my phone to dial the house. Within one ring I hear Jeremy on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Jeremy, are you ok?"
"I'm fine Elena." Jeremy hangs up the phone on me. I'm at least glad that he's safe. I pull the compass out my pocket, extending my hand out towards Isobel. She takes the compass and pockets it quickly.
"Why do you want it?" I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me.
"You really aren't in a position to be asking me questions. I'm here because Katherine wants me to be here. That's really all you need to know." Isobel begins to walk away and to the black car that is parked at the end of the sidewalk with the engine running. Before she makes it to the car she turns back towards us a small smile playing on her lips. "One last thing that Katherine didn't want me to tell you Damon but I just can't help but let is slip out. She finally made her decision. She's coming for you Damon."
I look over at Damon and his face is completely blank.
"Why are you saying this?" I ask her, all strength I had to stand up to her is now gone.
"Because I don't want this life for you Elena." With those last words lingering in the air she gets into her car.
Damon is standing there, still as a statue. I don't even know what to say to him. The decision that I had made before all of this wont even matter now. I walk away from Damon but he doesn't even follow me. My footsteps echo as I make my way to my car. I may belong to Damon now but that all doesn't matter when he still belongs to her.