Before (A Damon Salvatore - Titanic Love Story)

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               IT was a typical Sunday morning, with Elizabeth preparing breakfast and Rose indulging herself in her latest hobby of interest: today's was pottery. My sister had aged beautifully, and was almost 101 years old, her birthday being next month. I had turned 104 last month, but of course I hadn't aged a day over 20. Growing old was a luxury I was never going to be able to afford.

               I sat back with a small smile playing my lips, watching Rose's gentle movements whilist we both listened to the television in the other room. It was yet another treasure hunter searching for the heart of the ocean, at the site of Titanic's resting place.

              "I do wish they'd leave it be. So many souls are res- well, trying to rest there. It's so disrespectful," I sigh, looking towards the small screen, "it's not like they're gonna find anything anyways. Completely and utterly-"

              "Oh Lily, they're just curious about the story. The diamond would just be a bonus," Rose murmered, as she also allowed her eyes to move upwards to the screen. Just as she had done so, the screen changed to a very familiar drawing that drew gasps from both Rose and myself.

              "Rose- isn't that- wh-" I began to stutter

              "Elizabeth dear," Rose cut me off, "would you mind handing me the phone?" Elizabeth seemed confused, but nonetheless retrieved the phone and handed it off to her grandmother. "Thank you dear," Rose says as she punches the numbers in from the bottom of the tv screen.

              "What's going on?" Liz asks, and when Rose doesnt answer, I speak up.

              "That there, my dear, is your grandmother herself." I point to the screen, still in amazement that the drawing had remained in such prestine condition after being submerged in the watery grave for so long, "It was drawn the night the Titanic met her disasterous end.." My words slowly drew themselves out, as my mind flew back to the tragic memories of that night.

              "Don't let go, hold on tight, okay? We'll be okay." His voice played in my mind yet again, his face flashing through as well.

              My eyes flew open as tears began to form. The drawing wasnt even of me, but it was enough for my suppressed memories to rise up beyond the brick wall I had built over the years. Just then, I knew exactly why my sister was calling that number, and I knew I needed to prepare myself for the memories both myself and Rose were about to endure.

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              My mind had since been flooded with the memories of that fateful trip, and I hadn't been able to focus on much else. Rose was, of course, able to reach out to the 'treasure hunter' and was immediately asked to come out to their ship and 'tell her story'. I had a feeling, though, that they were merely trying to get the diamond's locaion out of her. Rose didn't even hesitate when asnwering with an 'of course' and by the next day she had convinced me to go along. I was terrified, to say the least. I hadn't been on a ship since the Titanic, and even before I wasn't a fan of the ocean. We were about to be on a ship, in the exact location our lives almost ended 84 years ago. I took a deep breath, and tried to focus on the good. We'd get to see some of our old things, and maybe I would get some clues as to what happened to him.

              I laid my head on the window of the helicopter, looking out over the ocean. The helicopter was shaking pretty violently, so almost as soon as I rested my head, I moved it away. I could see the ship on the horizon, so I began to ready myself and my things. Unlike my sister, I traveled light: a suitcase full of clothing, and a small handbag. As the helicopter approached the ship, I was able to make out a few people who seemed to be heading towards the landing pad. Once the heli landed, the men helped Rose out, then myself and Liz. It wasnt hard to tell that they were skeptical, which I would be too, and it was also easy to see how overwhemed they were by my sister's luggage.

              "I'm Brock Lovett," a young man began to introduce himself to Liz and I, and politely I shook his hand.

              "Lillian Calvert. This is my sister, Elizabeth, and you know our grandmother, Rose." It was getting easier to lie, I noted. Ever since I had discovered my blood lust and immortality, lies had become like a second nature to me. Rose was of course aware, and had played a part in my lies. She had gone from my sister, to my mother, to my Grandmother so quickly. She knows of how I wished to have grown old with her, to have children along side her. She has been my greatest support. Liz also knows, but not as in depth. I'd like to keep it that way.

              We were shown to our rooms, which came with their own sort of deja vu. It was weird being on a ship again, and I was weirdly comforted by it. It was as if I could close my eyes and I was transported back to the Titanic. Before everything happened, when everything was perfectly blissfull. A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts, and Brock entered the room.

             "Are your staterooms alright?" He was being polite, and it was obvioius he was anxious to hear about my sister's drawing.

             "Oh yes, they're quite alight, thank you." Rose smiles "Have you met my granddaughters Lizzie and Lily? They take care of me."

             "We met upstairs a few minutes ago, remember Nana?" Liz reminds Rose with a soft smile. Rose recalls this, with a small laugh. One of the men, I think he called himself Lewis, rolled his eyes. It angered me to see this of course, so I spoke up.

             "It's common for those of older age to forget things that happened moments ago. If you're skeptical of my grandmother, then youre more then welcome to leave the room. The things she went through on the Titanic were very much real, and I can promise you that she isn't a liar." I finished with a huff. Lewis seemed a little flustered and turned away.

              With that, Brock smiled apologentically, "I apologize, he's just a little skeptical. Can I get you anything? Is there anything that you would like?"

              "Oh, uh, yes." My sister spoke up, "I'd like to see my drawing."
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              A/N:
              Hi guys! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! The second should be up soon, I've already begun writing it! Every chapter will be at least 1000 words, and will almost always end up with more then that! Please no hate, if you have anything to share please do so politely!