Preface
I can pinpoint the exact moment everything went wrong in my life. And it happened the day Katherine Pierce met the Salvatore brothers. That one meeting that day sent the wheels in motion for everything else that would happen in our lives. Katherine was my friend, even though I was her maid, and she the one who had employed me. When I realized she was getting in too deep with the Salvatore's, I tried to talk her out of it, explaining that what she was doing would spell disaster for all of us, but she would never listen to what I would say. I tried to protect her, even when she infuriated me, even when she threatened me for what she classed as insubordination. All I ever wanted was for all of us to live, but Katherine's actions led to a lot of death and destruction in the year of 1864.
Maybe by writing this down, I can absolve myself of some of the guilt I feel. Time has passed since 1864 but the memories of that terrible time are still as fresh as yesterday. I wonder how much blame I can lay at Katherine's feet though, because couldn't I have done more to stop her? But therein lies the problem, once Katherine wanted something or someone then there was nothing or no one to stop her from doing what she wanted. I often think of the people that were hurt the most by Katherine Pierce, the Salvatores, even though I grew to hate Damon. Emily, the townspeople of Mystic Falls.
It's lonely being on my own…but I don't trust myself enough to be around those that were involved back in 1864. Sure, I miss Stefan more than anything. But I know I can't go near him, even though I know exactly where he is. Of course he would return home to Mystic Falls, and if I know Damon the way I think I do, then wherever Stefan goes to try and have a life, Damon will be a step behind, destroying Stefan's life in any way he can.
That's how it was back in 1864, but I can't entirely blame Katherine either. I'm not even sure I can blame Stefan. Katherine must have felt some love for them. Stefan was compelled to love Katherine. But Damon…well he was never compelled. He was aware of what Katherine was doing. Not only to the people that lived in the town, but also what she was doing to his brother. Katherine is my friend, but even I can admit that what she was doing was wrong.
I don't know where Katherine is now, but as long as she's far away from where I am, or where Stefan is then that's something I can be at peace with. I used to think I would want to see her again, but now I know that I don't want to see her again. I think she would hate me, or worse, try to kill me. Maybe if I write my story down, then someone will understand what my role was in the story that is about to be told.
Maybe then someone will be able to right the wrongs in the past, but only if they don't make the same mistakes Katherine and I made.