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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"If karma doesn't you, I fucking will."
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I sighed in dismay as I entered the room. "What do you want, Elijah? I'm not in the mood."
Elijah looked a tad baffled at my behavior, "My apologies, Lili. You've been missing for a day and Rebekah has been worried you've been spiraling. I only came to check in."
I was flattered that Elijah felt the need to do that, but I was in a foul mood. And company was not something in the cards for me.
I turned away, refraining from saying the harsh words my tattered mind wanted me to. I was not in a good place. I was angry and sad, and grief-ridden. And Elijah did not deserve that to be taken out on him. But that seemed to be much harder than it looked when he began asking stupid questions.
"Are you alright?" he questioned, sitting down at the edge of the neatly made bed with floral sheets. I did wonder how he even knew I would come to this very inn, but that was a thing I would handle later.
I sighed, walking toward the dresser at the end of the room, hoping that Elijah was smart enough to compel me clothes. And he was a blessing indeed as I opened the drawer to see all that I needed.
I was still in the dreadful clothes I had stolen, clothes that were very much not my size and ones I needed to change out of quickly.
"No, Elijah, I am not okay." I answered his question, my voice impassive. I sighed a breath, focusing myself. "My family tried to kill me, I forgave them. And then they just stab me in the back again. Klaus is...dead, or desiccated." I braced my hands on the dresser, my knuckles white with the strength I gripped it. "And now I'm left with no family, no friends, just this stupid little inn."
Elijah thinned his lips into a straight line. "I apologize for asking." ever the gentleman.
My mind was racing.
Where would I go now? I obviously couldn't stay in Mystic Falls with Alaric running rampant and my impending urge to murder Stefan and Damon. But then there was the matter of Klaus's body...though my brothers couldn't let Alaric kill them without risking their own lives, I didn't trust them with it—with him.
Maybe that was why Elijah was here.
Fine, I'd get Klaus's body back, give it to the originals and then leave to some far corner of the earth where no one would ever find me.
"That look does not look good for anyone in this town." Elijah stated and I rolled my eyes plucking a shirt from the drawer.
