The hidden Salvatore, she called herself. A secret she had so carefully kept over the centuries.
She enjoyed being kept a mystery. Enjoyed the hunt and the looks on people's faces when they realized her true identity.
Decade after decade she built...
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"You're important to me, you piece of shit."
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I sat in the extravagant room, my mind engrossed in the Great Gatsby as my eyes eagerly went from word to word. I'd always loved the book. I thought it so interesting how love had changed Mr. Gatsby. How Daisy had tossed him aside after his death. There was something all too familiar about it.
I'd adored the twenties. The Jazz, the people, the recklessness, the clothes. I loved it all. Though, I wasn't daft enough to think that I would have still loved it had I not been a vampire and able to compel people.
The dreaded sound of my phone ringing drew me away from the story, I groaned in annoyance before I saw that it was Caroline calling. I looked at it, not doing anything.
Had she known too? Had she been willing to sacrifice me as well?
I raised a hand, so very hesitantly clicking the answer button as I brought the phone up to my ear.
"Finally, Lili!" Her voice exclaimed, "Where have you been? I went to your house and you weren't there. I need to tell you something and it's kind of urgent!"
Was it a trap? "Relax, Care." I said, "I've been helping Rebekah get rid of the white oak. And I just...couldn't go home."
She sighed, "You found out about their plan."
I closed my eyes. "So you knew." Another betrayal. "And you..." I couldn't say the words.
"No." she hurriedly said, "I mean yes, but no." she took a breath, "They tried to get me to help them but I said I couldn't. Not if it meant you died too."
Glittering hope. That's what I felt.
"It's not over yet, Lili." she whispered. "I wanted to tell you earlier, but something came up. They..." she trailed off, "found more white oak. They have a plan to kill the originals."
And just like that, someone snapped their fingers and my hope disappeared. One thing on top of another, the wounds would stitch themselves closed only to be ripped open once more.
"Why are you telling me this, Care?" I said, my voice barely recognizable even to my own ears. It sounded defeated. Hurt.
She was quiet for a moment. "You're my best friend." she replied softly, "I can't just stand by and let you die."
"Thank you." I whispered. Knowing I had one person on my side somehow made everything easier. "I appreciate everything you've done for me, but I have to go." I wasn't naive, I knew my brother. And I didn't have much time if I was right.
