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Seattle, Halloween, 1951
I had now been with Damon Salvatore for 19 years, and hadn't aged since I
were 21. I had fallen head over heels in love with him, but I chose to keep it a secret in fears the feelings weren't mutual. Today was the day I had been waiting for. Today I’m killing Richard Cartwright. He was now 54 and on his 4th wife. I had decided that it was time for a little revenge. Rich was throwing a Halloween masquerade ball at his estate, and Damon and I would be in attendance. I was taking Damon with me to keep me from murdering Rich in front of the entire party. I had just slipped on my brand new red and black ball gown and black heels when Damon came in holding a box. "Here. It's your mask." He says as he hands the box to you. I open it to see a gorgeous red and black Venetian mask. I put it on and look at Damon. "How do I look?" I ask him. "Like a true beauty." He answered with that signature smirk of his. He put on his white opera mask (think Phantom of The Opera). "Ready?" Damon says. "Aren't I always?" You ask as you take his hand.

{Time skip}

The party was in full swing. "I think I’m going to grab a bite." I announce to Damon. I had been staring at Rich and his new wife, Claire, trying to decide how to pull them away from the party without the other guests noticing. "May I join you, my lady???" Damon asks. I nod once and take his arm. I glide over to Rich and Claire and easily pull them into another room with talk about a "business collaboration". I locked the door behind all of you. I pull off my mask and turn around. "Hiya Rich. Did you miss me?" I ask my ex husband in a sing song voice. "Y-you're d-dead." Rich splutters. "Richie who is she?" Claire askes in a high, bell like voice. Richard ignores his wife and reaches into a desk drawer and pulls out a gun. He shoots me in the stomach. I look at the wound and then back at Richard. "Ow. That kinda stings.” I say. I walk forward and sink my teeth into Richards carotid artery. I hear Claire squeal a little and guessed Damon had started in on his dinner. I don't bleed Richard dry, his blood isn't appetizing and I didn't want of him any more apart of me than he already was, just enough so he would stay dead.
"Still hungry, darlin’?" Damon asks, a bit of his southern accent slipping out. "A little." I admit. He gestures to Claire. "I don’t mind sharing." He says. I smile and walk to the collapsed woman. My teeth sink into the opposite side of Claire’s neck as Damon continues with the other. When I finish I look at Damon. "What should we do with the bodies? We could convince everyone that there’s a new serial killer in town. That’s always fun." I say smiling at the idea. Suddenly two men break down the door. "Get the beasts!" One shouts. One tries to grab me, but I rip out his throat. "Run!" Damon yells to me. I follow his order, but not before the surviving man stabs Damon in the chest with a large needle filled with a lilac colored substance. Damon collapses in a heap on the floor. I run as fast as I can back to the house we were staying in. I collapse on the floor. Too many emotions were running through my head.....anger.....worry......fear. Damon couldn't be gone. I decided I was going to do something I had promised yourself and Damon that I would never do. I flipped the switch. Suddenly I felt nothing. It was all gone. No hurt. No suffering. No Damon.