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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"Not evil, just hurt."
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"Lili?" A voice asked but I could not remember who.
My back was leaned against the cool rocky wall of my cell, my head tilted toward the sky. I felt like a scattered puzzle, trying to fit the pieces back together and unable to find the right match. My mind had left me days ago, falling away into the ground as my starvation ate me from the inside out.
I could scarcely move, if not at all. My muscles felt as though weights had been attached to them while my body turned to lead. I could not open my eyes, nor could I understand my surroundings as people talked around me or as I was left in the cool dark.
Time had become an infinite thing that no longer held me in its grasp. I had lost count of the days, though certainly, it hadn't been more than two weeks if Bonnie were to do the spell. Unless she'd already done it?
I couldn't recall. Couldn't recall much at all in fact. I didn't remember where I was, nor how I got here. I barely remembered my own name at times. My thoughts had scattered, pushing away the clutter to make room for the only thing that truly mattered in this dark world.
Blood. The one thing I truly remembered. The one thing I could never forget. I could never rid myself of the way the liquid felt like wine on my tongue. Its coppery sweet taste and the way felt like silk going down her throat.
"Lili?" the voice said again, but still I did not open my eyes.
I could have sworn my mind was playing tricks on me just as it had done for the last week as that coppery tang invaded my senses. Turning me against myself as I questioned what was real and what was not as I could have sworn I smelt that beautiful scent.
Something plastic collided with my ashen lips and my head was tilted upwards with a gentle force. Something spilled down my throat and everything in me screamed in delight. My hand swept up, awoken and reborn anew as I felt the bottle to my lips, greedily drinking the substance as though I had been stranded in a desert and found water for the first time in weeks.
My eyes snapped open, a sort of frenzy sweeping me away as I felt my canines lengthen and veins crawl from under my eyes. I squeezed the bottle with force, the sound of the plastic crinkling and crackling invading my ears as I did.
I threw the bottle away, tossing it across the room as it fell to the floor.
I needed more. I needed so much more.
The bottle hadn't been much larger than a shot glass, not enough. Not nearly enough. I was still weak, my every thought consumed with getting more of that crimson liquid.
