Living without a heartbeat (~VD Fanfic~)

'Welcome to Mystic Falls' Im here. A light chuckle escaped my lips, glancing at the wooden sign. I knew Mystic falls was not my home town but it is where my new life began. I lived in Eastern Europe with my mother and aunt. My father died while I was a new  born. I wasn't hated at all. There was many people that i loved dearly and that took care of me. I was born in the 10th Century and I bet your wondering how im still alive, isnt everyone? Heh well i'll stop keeping you guessing and just say it. Im a witch, a Bennet witch. Everyone that knew my secret told me I was powerful and there are alot I can gain but also to  loose. I put the thought in the back burner of my mind little did I know they were right. With my magic I made myself look years younger, to keep my youth. I did this anually, no one was none the wiser. I didn't think that I would have to watch the ones I loved die. First my aunt, then my mother, then my best friend Rebekah and her family that I had grown fond of. 

I used the youth spell until I didn't need it, until I turned into a vampire. I remembered her face and her name of the evil slut that turned me! Katherine Peirce was her name, that bitch! I had grown cold, hated EVERYTHING! I used to be the girl that everyone wanted to be, the girl who always wore  a smile. Now I'm the bitch who you had to think about messing with. I was the girl at the bar with the leather jacket asking for another round. Little did people know it was all a role, now i will admit I played the part pretty damn well but still It killed me that my humanity was just...taken...out of my control just taken. It felt like I let her in, I trusted her so so much. She reminded me of Bekah...so sweet and serine. I met her working for Mr.Salvatore and his two sons. Me and an older woman, Sandra cleant the house daily and had our own private quarters that Mr.Salvator had built for us. He didn't like the thought of calling me 'the help' or 'a slave' he thought of me as a fourth Salvatore. I thought of Stefan as the brother that I never had but always wanted. With Damon it was another story. It was evidint that  Damon Salvatore was attractive, his body, his icy blue eyes, his cocky boyish smile. I loved him dearly, he and I were close but our realationship was always a little different. Pecks on the lips would happen one moment then the next we were playing football in the yard, just for the hell of it. I missed him , and it was my misson just to see him again. Stefan too. I knew they were vampires like myself. Talk about them putting Katherine in a tomb and her having a little twin of her own was known everywhere I went. It drove me to one place, Mystic falls