Salvation of a Salvatore Sister

Scream

        "Shh, shh," he whispers, hovering over me. His dark eyes watch me with a look I've never seen before. It sends shivers down my spine. "It's okay, Liliana. Haven't you heard, our parents are discussing arranging our marriage?" He drags a finger down my cheek. I flinch. "Don't you think we should get to know each other?"

My heart races in my chest as his hands roam my skin. I don't like it. "Please don't, Jacob. Please stop!"

...

Gasping, I watch from my hiding spot as my brothers rush toward the wagon where Katherine was taken. They fumble with her ropes, and I worry my lip in between my teeth. They don't have much time. I hate that they're rescuing the monster, but if they're going to be idiotic, then they need to be quick. "C'mon. C'mon," I whisper to myself.

However, when I notice movement behind my brothers, my body freezes. "No. No. No." The men are coming back. My eyes flick back to Stefan and Damon. "No. Please. No. Stop. Please stop." The words fall from my lips in a frenzy, as I turn away from the scene, so not to be spotted. Panic in my bones. Then I hear it...a gunshot.

My heart drops to my stomach. Jerking my head up in horror, I watch Stefan follow as Damon's body drops to the ground. Damon, my eldest brother. Damon...who's dead, as blood soaks through his shirt. "No. Please. No." Then, as the men draw nearer, I watch Stefan pick up the gun and raise it. "Please no. Please Stop!" But my pleas fall on deaf ears as another gunshot rings through the night.

...

"Drink!" Henry yells at me, shoving the girl's bleeding neck toward my face. An incredible hunger I've never felt before rattles through my bones, and I can feel the skin around my eyes tightening. But I mustn't. "Drink, Liliana! Don't you want to be together forever?" He shoves her closer.

I slam my eyes shut, trying to fight back the urge to launch for her wounded neck. The smell of her blood...the smell is so...so...so intoxicating! "No, please don't. Please stop!"

...

"Stop!" I scream, my throat hoarse as my eyes open and take in the dim lighting of the shed. Sweat drips down my face as my chest pumps in and out. When my eyes find Samira's, there's something in them I've never seen before, almost like...pity. The look brings reality crashing down on me quickly.

The memories, the horrors of my life I try to forget, they've plagued me for what Samira says has been days now. Spanning more than a century, each horrible thing I've endured, each thing I've ran from or tucked away in the depths of my mind, I have relived. My head has a perpetual ache, and I shiver against the non-existent cold. Wrapping my arms around my knees, I lay my head on top of them, staring at a spot on the wall.

"Your next question, Vampire?" Samira asks from across the room. It's become routine. When I wake from hours upon hours of memories and moments of fear and vulnerability in my life, I get to ask a question. My last couple of questions have been pointless, but I think Samira encourages it to help ground me back to the world of what's real, so I can't get lost in my thoughts.

"How much longer?" I mumble, keeping my eyes on that spot, refusing to look her way.

She sighs. "Only you can answer that. For, it is your mind guiding you on this journey. My magic is merely the conduit to aid you in accessing all of that which you suppress."

I scoff. "Yeah, well maybe there's a reason I suppressed it in the first place."

Samira ignores my snarky tone and hums. "Maybe, but where has that gotten you?" In the moments of silence that follow her question, I turn to look at her. She eyes me earnestly. I meet her gaze with a scowl. "You may have others around you for now, Vampire. But how much longer? How much longer can they bear the heartbreak the suppression of your truth brings them?"