Caroline raked her fingers through her long golden curls; blue eyes filled with tears after the sight she had just saw. Damon. Elena. Kissing. It hurt too much to think. She had called Stefan hoping that he could help her but he wouldn't be able to. A part of her knew that.
"Caroline?"
She turned to face Elena; her long brown curls rippling down her shoulders in waves. Caroline wiped away the tears with her thumb, smiling weakly.
"Oh, um, hi!" Caroline chirped cheerfully, trying to hide her depression. But Caroline was a very bad liar, worse than Elena actually and Elena could tell par the mascara...

As a Christian and bible teacher I am pretty well known in many nations. I have done work in Israel, Canada, The United States, El Salvador, India and Ceylon. I served as a missionary in The Philippines. And I have experienced some of the most astounding Supernatural events, witnessed par hundreds of people all over the world.

A question that has come up plus than a few times is why I watch The Vampire Diaries so much. "How could you, as a servant of Christ watch that show?"

For a long time even I did not understand why I was so taken par the show. There is quite a bit of blood and gore. And yet...