Salvation of a Salvatore Sister

Concern

 My feet carry to the edge of the property as tears race down my cheeks. I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand. My head pounds as sobs drip from my lips. Eventually, my body gives, and I crash to the ground. Why? Why? Wrapping my arms around my legs, I hug my knees to my chest.

"Lily!" The concerned yell breaks through the night air. I bury my face between my knees. "Lily!" When Klaus approaches, his footsteps lighten. I'm sure he's bewildered by what just happened. "Lily," my name is a whisper as he drops down next to me, a hand falling to rest on my arm. I don't shake it off, but I don't react to it either. "Lily," he coos gently, "what's happened? What did they say to you?"

I sniffle but remain quiet. I can't face him. I-I can't. I don't want to see those caring, blue eyes and worried face, not when I know what I'll say will only hurt him. Because I can't do that to him. I can't crush his hope, not when he's been working for so long to find a cure for me. I can't.

"Lily," he tries again. His hand raises from my arm to my hair, stroking it. "Please, Love. Tell me what's wrong." His words crack as I can feel his own confusion and sorrow leak into the air. I can't help but peek at him. When our eyes connect, I break out in a new round of tears. As I attempt to hide my face again, Klaus stops me, caressing my cheek and holding my head up. "Love," he breathes out, "I don't understand. Please, let me understand. Let me help you. I hate to see you cry."

I blink tear-filled eyes at him before sniffling. "B-but you can't help, that's the thing." The words are quiet and broken up between breaths. Klaus catches them nonetheless.

His other hand comes to rest on my other cheek. His eyes are crinkled in concern as he looks upon me. "What do you mean, Love?"

I merely shake my head, making his hands fall away as I look away from him. "You can't save me," I whisper. "I'm dying."

"Lily, what did my siblings say to you?"

My head turns to stare at the man before me. The man who continues to amaze me. "Rebekah told me about your search for a cure. She told me you've been in contact with witches around the world."

A subtle gasp falls from Klaus's lips as he blinks at me. "Yes, she's correct. I have." His head tilts to the side. "But I don't understand why this information-"

"Is upsetting?" I finish for him. Wiping the tears from my eyes, I force myself to stand. Klaus follows, frowning at me all the same.

"If you're mad that I kept this from you, then I apologize, Love. It was not my intention to lie to you. I only knew that if I had told you that I initiated the search after...after seeing what your illness did to you all that time ago, you would have told me to go to hell."

I mimic his frown, shaking my head. "I'm not...I'm not mad. I'm...ugh," I groan, swiping my hands across my face. "It's not that simple," I exclaim as I look back at him. "It's not that easy. I-I don't think there's a cure to this, Nik. I-I think this is my fate." The truth in the words drain me as I stare at the man I love.

He, however, seems renewed with energy as a stubborn gleam enters his eyes. "Don't say that! You don't know that!"

"But I do," I protest, my voice softer now as I grow weary and tired. "I feel it." I step closer to him, pleading with him to understand. "I feel it, Nik. Right here," I touch the spot over my heart, "I feel its truth"

Anger crosses his face. It's an anger built in denial. "No! I refuse to believe that! You should as well! Everything has a loophole!"