It was ironic that, after having hunted and repudiated vampires and werewolves, I had now become one of them… all because of Elena. It had been an accident: she was a newly turned vampire, unable to control herself, further influenced by Damon’s poor decisions and recklessness.

When you become a vampire, all your emotions intensify. Now I was crying, hysterical and trembling, unable to understand how the hell I had gone from human to vampire in just a few minutes.

“Stefan, you have to stop it. I can’t be a vampire… you have to stab me with the dagger, ¡please!” I begged through sobs. But Stefan was too compassionate. He would never do it.

Elena felt so guilty that she couldn’t bear to stay and left; Bonnie ran after her. Everything was a disaster. I was trying to process the fact that I was no longer human, locked inside the bathroom at the Mystic Grill. Matt, Stefan, and Caroline were all trying to help me at once—the commotion was so loud that Klaus heard it from outside. He approached, more out of his intrusive and irritating nature than out of genuine concern… or so I thought.

Unexpectedly, Klaus was the one who managed to calm me down, gently hypnotizing me.

He placed a hand on the back of my neck with care and said softly “Listen to me, love. From now on, you will be a vampire, and you will accept it. You will become someone strong, and you will learn to enjoy the gift of immortality.”

After that, I stopped crying. My breathing steadied, and I calmed down, resting my head against Klaus’s shoulder.