'Stefan’s Diaries: Bloodlust Epilogue\r'

'in whiz case I stopped drinking kind blood, I became even better at hearing a sprightlinessbeat, shafting in an instant, from the speed of a pulse, whether a human was sad or annoyed or in love. Not that I was near military man very much. After I left new-fashioned Orleans, I truly was a creature of the night, dormancy during the day and venturing into the outside world only when globe were safe in their beds, fast asleep. precisely once in a while Id hear a quickening heartbeat and drive in that someone was climbing from a window or sneaking out a door to contact a lover, stealing a few moments of intimacy.\r\nThat was the hardest earphone to hear. Whenalways I did hear it, I was reminded of Callie, of her fluttering heart and quick smile. Of how alive she was, and how she was not afraid to be in love with me despite my true nature. Now, when I think of our plan to escape, I cant help muchover laugh bitterly at myself for ever intellection it could have been a possi bility. It had been the same foolish skid Id made when Id fallen in love with Katherine, believe that humans and vampires could love each other, that our differences were just a minor detail that could be easily solved. But I wouldnt fall into that trap a trine time. Whenever vampires and humans dared to love each other, death and final stage were sure to follow. And I had enough blood on my hands to last an eternity.\r\nI would never know the extent of the harm Damon was causing in the world. sometimes Id see a newspaper article or hear snatches of conversation about a swart death, and my mind would instantly jump to my brother. Id listen for him, too, eternally waiting to hear him call â€Å"Brother” in his exaggerated drawl.\r\nBut mostly I listened to myself. The continuing I subsisted on animal blood, killing the peculiar squirrel or fox in a forest, the more my Power ebbed, until it was simply a faded flummox in the background of my being. Without Power, I lost the electric automobile sense of feeling alive, but the guilt I would carry for the rest of my existence had dulled around the edges. It was a trade-off, one of many Id learned to make, and one of many more Id have to make in the eternity that stretched in front of me.\r\nSo I made the vow to always keep moving, to never stay in one place too long or grow too fold up to anyone. That is the only way Ill do no harm. Because paragon help us all if I ever fall in love with another human\r\n'