The End of Life as We Know It

Chapter 1 - The Beginning of my Horror Story

I always wondered what my life would be like, before turning into a monster. The monster I wish I've never wanted to become. The monster I've heard as a child in fairy tales. Why me? Why did he choose me? Out of all the people that could have been granted this power, why was it me? As a child, it sounded impossible. To live forever. Never ageing. Never having to worry about dying.

The day started just as any other day in Mystic Falls. It was the first week of August. Hot and Humid and it was only 11 o'clock in the morning. It was decided by my father that morning that I would go to the local dress shop and pick out something 'nice'.

My servant, Wendy and I were to go to Mrs. Fell's dress shop.

My other servant, Cordelia was staying at the house today.

Oh, how I adored Cordelia. She was like anther mother to my brothers and I after our own mother passed away when I was ten. Father never took her death well. He always acted as if he wasn't sad about her death at all. He wanted us to be the same. Every time my brothers or I would start crying because we missed her, he would tell us to 'smart up' and 'stop being so weak'. He mostly acted like that towards my brothers.

My father made me start acting like a grown woman at the age of ten. He immediately pulled me out of the all girls school and had me home schooled. I had several lessons each day and I was given a special teacher Mr. Gallo. He taught me French and Italian. He also taught me math and English.

By the end of June of this year, I graduated. Any girl at my age would be happy about this but I was not. I was scared.

What was to happen now?

That wasn't the only thing on my mind though. My oldest brother, Damon, I called him Dammy, was enrolled in the war. My father made him go but then again, he must have wanted to go. Mostly to get away from my father's complaining. Damon is five years older than me.

My middle brother, Stefan is only a year older than me. He didn't pay much attention to me while Damon was gone. He was only had one person on his mind, Rosalyn Cartwright.

A girl around my age. I couldn't stand her. At my time, you were to act civilized and try and act as if you liked the person unlike now a days when all hell breaks loose when you see the person in the same room as you. I've hated Rosalyn since the first day of school. I was six and she just started to annoy me. She was only my friend because I was the younger sister of Damon and Stefan Salvatore. I've never really had a true friend thanks to my brothers. Everyone wanted to be courted by my brothers. Mostly Damon.

The only true friend I had was Heather Carey. We use to play with each other a lot. She was there for me when my mother passed away and then one day, she died. We were both 15. Heather's father was drunk and beat her to a pulp. She came to see me late that night because she couldn't bear to stay at her place. I tried to comfort her. She then told me that she was going to go home and try to work things out.

The next morning, her body was found floating in the river. There were no wounds anywhere on her body. He father said he never saw her that night and her body wasn't that far from Wickery Bridge, which is only a mile away from my own home. I was all by myself after that. I still had Damon and Stefan to talk to but the world felt so lonely when Heather died.

Anyway, my father had just announced to my brother that Mr. Cartwright and my father made an agreement for Stefan and Rosalyn to get married. Mr. Cartwright owned the local bank. Obviously my father did it for the money. He never cared about our feelings. I was only mad because I wasn't looking forward to have Rosalyn as my sister-in-law. I also didn't want her to be the mother of my nieces or nephews. They would probity be all winy and complain a lot like her.