She returns {Stefan and Emily}

It has been a while since I have been in Mystic Falls. 95 years to be correct. I have spent those years alone pondering my life wishes. Fall in love, meet the man who saved my life countless years ago, bring revenge on his older brother. I wish to met those brothers again. It would bring my life meaning again.

I strolled around in this place called the Founders Park to commemerate the Founding Families of this town. I remeber it when it used to be a dirt road where Johnathan Gilbert took my to buy the freshes apples every other weekend after Sunday service. His family was so kind.

I looked up to see the stars. They looked the same as they did back in the late 1800's. I must not have been paying attention when someone bumped into me. "Im sorry about. I should have been paying attention to what I have been doing."

The sun poured down on the small park as my feet shuffled through the freshly mown grass. Inhaling the scent of blooming flowers is really why I came here; for I always had a passion for Springtime. The sun is brighter, the bitter weather has been abandoned, the flowers are in full-bloom.
The trees were gaining their leaves, I observed as I began to venture towards one. But of course, it was the dead of night, so the trees were hard to see if you did not have vampire senses.
I was immediately halted by the bump of shoulders with a figure next to me. Flipping my head towards the figure, I immediately said, "Pardon me, my true apologi-" I stopped my train of speech when I squinted my eyes to get a better look at her face.
"Don't I know you?"

I looked at the man who was apologizing to me as he stopped mid-thought. It was him, Stefan Salvatore. He was the man who saved my life by turning me into a vampire after his brother had left me to die. I couldnt believe I was seeing him again. "Well well well. Mr. Salvatore. It's been a long time since we've seen eacth other. At least 100 years."

I un-crossed my arms and placed them on my hips like I did when I wore my period dresses. "Why its been a pleasure to met you Stefan. Damon has said many a thing about you." I spoke with the same tone of voice in my Southern Belle days.

I inhaled sharply. It couldn't be her, could it? Realization dawned upon me as I watched the familiar gestures, "Emily? Is it really you?" The small smile was playing on my lips. "Oh, I'm sure that everything Damon says about me are just grand."
My eyebrows rose, "It's been a very long time, and you're still the same, if that's even possible."

I smiled as I placed my arms to my sides. He remembered me. That was good. "As have you Stefan. You dont look a day over seventeen, even as I met you." I smiled as he played his own smile. "So how have the years treated you? Are there any human Salvatores left?" I wanted to stay away from the topic of Damon.

My smile grew when she mentioned my age. I thought for a moment. How have the years treated me? Well, there were a lot that happened.
I shrugged my shoulder, "Not much has happened." My eyes grew saddened, "The only human Salvatore was Elizabeth, but she is now one of us."