INTRO

(July 3, 1692)

It was the worst moment of Elena Gilbert's existence.

The night was hot, hotter than it had ever been before in Salem. Lighting flickered through the summer sky, causing Elena Gilbert to jump at every little noise. Her brother, Jeremy was sitting next to her.

"They are convinced that we are witches," he told his sister, staring off into the darkness.

Elena nodded, her face full of sadness. "It is tragic, Jeremy. I have never been more horrified in my life. What will they do to us?"

He only shook his head. "The girls who blamed us are wicked themselves," he said. "We musn't worry, Elena. Worrying will get us nowhere."

"I understand. Thank you," she said, as Jeremy walked out of the room.

…

That night, Elena rested on her cot. She tried to sleep, but couldn't. She had a terrible feeling inside, a feeling that refused to go away.

After long hours, Elena fell asleep, only to be woken up by shouting outside. She ran up to her mother and father, shaking them. Then, she rushed to Jeremy.

She took a quick look out the window. All of the townspeople were gathered around their house, yelling, "The witches must die!"

"Mother! Father! Jeremy! They've come for us!" Elena shouted through her sobs. They all were gathered together when the villagers set the house on fire.

After a few minutes, Elena was lost in a haze of smoke. She ran around the house, in desperate search for someone in her family. And then, she saw Jeremy, lying on the ground.

"Brother!" she shouted, running to his side. But it was too late. He was gone, lifeless. Elena cried helplessly as she rushed around, only to find her parents in the same position. She cried, screaming useless things, until finally, the smoke was too much, and she fell unconscious, a tear of pure loneliness streaming down her cheek.

…

The next thing Elena knew, she was in the middle of the woods, a blonde man cradling her in his arms.

"What…" she mumbled, another tear falling. "My family!"

The man simply wiped the tear from Elena's cheek. "Don't worry about them, darling. I'm going to make everything better for you. I promise. You won't feel the pain anymore. Do you want to stop feeling the pain?"

"Yes!" she screamed, sobbing uncontrollably. And then, the man bit his wrist with razor sharp teeth, his veins visible around his eyes. Elena started at him in wonder as he quickly put his bleeding wrist up to her mouth.

After a few minutes, the man pulled his wrist away, looking into Elena's brown eyes. With a quick motion, he twisted her neck, and she fell to the ground, dead.

…

Elena woke up within a few hours. The blonde man was gone, and she was alone, and very, very hungry.

She gripped her burning throat, in search of something to cure her. She rushed to town for help, although she knew they would only kill her because she was accused of witchcraft.

Before she even reached the town, Elena noticed a man walking around the forest. And when he saw her, his eyes lit up in pure hatred. "You witch!" he muttered. "You escaped the fire. You must be killed."

And then, he ran to Elena, a knife in hand, but she ran up to him faster, lunging for his throat.

His blood was the most amazing thing Elena had ever tasted. It was sweet, and highly addictive.

That was the first day of Elena Gilbert's eternity.

What do you think? I know, there's no Salvatore Brothers in this chapter but Elena is going to meet them in the next one! What do you think? Should I continue?

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