How Long Will I Love You? • D. Salvatore

People think that when you're a vampire, you never have to think about death, but the thing is, death is inevitable. It's real, it's coming, and just because you're a vampire doesn't mean death just passes you by.

People think living forever is some kind of gift, that being immortal makes you a god, but yet, it doesn't. Infact living forever is the most painful thing that I have yet to endure, and I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy.

People think that having your feeling's heightened is an incredible thing, that loving as hard as you hate is beautiful; but it isn't. You don't love, you lust, when you're angry you're spiteful. When you're sad you are in despair, and when it all gets to much there's a switch. A switch that holds the key to your humanity, a switch to keep you sane.

Being a vampire isn't an amazing thing. I'm not pale and angsty, and when I go into the sunlight I don't sparkle, I burn. My eyes aren't gold, I'm not perfectly proportioned, and when I fall in love, it never goes my way.

My name is Finlay Thompson, and I'm 600 years old.

I've watched my whole family die, eaten a village in it's entirety, kicked it with Klaus, recovered with Rebekah, died a whole bunch of times, and loved a Salvatore brother.

Now I'm running, running from Alec Gibson, my once best friend and crazy ex-boyfriend. And as if my life couldn't get any less screwed, I happened to run straight back into Mystic Falls, the last place I wanted to be.

I don't have any significant attributes, like being pretty or strong, and I don't need saving so there goes another great character quality. I can't promise this story will end well, because with my luck it won't, but sometimes it's nice to be a hopeless day dreamer.

Even if it gets you killed.

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