Salvation of a Salvatore Sister

Mighty Warrior

        I step outside of the house with Ma's body wrapped in her duvet. Hayley sends me a wide-eyed stare as I approach the car. I ignore her though, as I lay out Ma's body in the back seat. Then, I open the driver's door and slip in. But instead of starting the car, I merely stare out the windshield as the numbness grief brings settles into my bones. I feel better now, evident by the way my skin glows as my eyes dance past the rear-view mirror, but I hate myself for it. I hate that I am only relieved of my suffering because Ma suffered as well.

How could she do this? How could she trade off years of her life for mine? The thought makes me want to cry again, but I refuse to do so in front of Hayley. I didn't deserve Ma's love. I never have. She should've left me to rot in my humanity-less state in the 60s. Then, she would still be alive. Because I killed her. That's the truth of it all. If it wasn't for my actions, and their consequences, she'd still be alive.

Numb except for my self-hatred, I start the car and head toward the hardware store. I'm gonna need a shovel.

Hayley remains silent the whole time. She doesn't say a word when I leave her in the car and return with a shovel. She doesn't speak while I pull into the cemetery where Amelia is buried and compel the owner to give me the spot next to hers along with a commission of a headstone. No, Hayley doesn't say a thing except offering her help as I begin to work on digging Ma's grave, which I turn down. I need to do this myself. The owner of the cemetery also got me a nice coffin from the funeral home down the street. Ma's body lays in, waiting for me to finish. And some time later, I do.

The sun boils down on me as I pack the fresh dirt over my six foot hole which Ma now resides in. Again, without a word, Hayley gives me space as she slides back into the car. I take the moment to say goodbye to Ma and share my condolences with Amelia. I hope the two find each other and find peace. They both deserve that.

Leaving the shovel behind, I slide back into the driver's seat. Then, starting the car, I begin our journey home.

I was right all along. I was always going to die. I already had.

I was right, but the fact that I was right only seems to make everything feel worse.

...

Hayley's phone rings as we cross the North Carolina border. After glancing at it, she informs me it's Elijah. Apparently, he's been trying to reach her all day, but she's declined for my sake, knowing I didn't want the Mikaelsons to get involved. At the sight of her conflicted face, I nod. "Answer it."

We've only spoken a few words to each other since leaving Ma's. This is mainly my fault, but right now, I don't know what to say, let alone think. I thought finding out the truth would do something, what exactly I thought it would do...I'm not sure, but I never expected for it to make me feel so awful and so tired. A part of me is ready to give up now.

"Hello?" Hayley says. I listen in on the call, turning the music on the radio down.

"Hayley! Thank goodness you've answered. I'm afraid we've found ourselves in a bit of a quandary over here. By any chance have you seen or spoken to Lily today? She's gone missing, and Niklaus is quite on edge. Myself as well."

"Uh," Hayley hesitates, glancing at me. I nod at her, giving her the go ahead to spill the beans. "I'm actually with her. We're on our way back to New Orleans. We'll be back in a few hours.

"You are with her?" Elijah echos. "Might I ask why you two have decided to take this trip of yours?"

Hayley hesitates again. "I, um, I'm not really sure. Well, I mean, I don't think it's my place to say."