129. BETTER WATCH OUT

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Chapter one hundred and twenty nine

"Better watch out."




Three years from now, in Chicago, Stefan walked into the living room, throwing his bag down on the couch as he looked out the window "Stefan, you can't go." Valerie told him "she has Damon and Caroline." he shared, turning around "because she wants you." Valerie informed him "well, then she's gonna get me." Stefan shared, filling up his bag with weapons "oh, and I, uh, burned my porsche, so I kind of need to borrow your car." he shared "I'm coming with you." Valerie told him "no, you're not." Stefan told her.

"Stefan." Valerie told him, as Stefan looked to her "this is my wife and my daughter. They may not remember who the hell I am right now but I remember them. Athena never gave up on me, I'm not giving up on her. Even if it kills me." he shared, grabbing his bag and putting it around him, he walked out.

It was dark out and was snowing outside as they were in the cemetery, Athena stood with Annabeth in her arms while Nora and Valerie stood next to her, the four of them waited, as Stefan and Damon soon walked up, carrying Lily's casket, they put it down on the ground in front of them "well, this it? This the whole funeral party? Where's your girlfriend?" Damon asked, looking at them all "not your concern." Nora told him "trouble in paradise?" Damon asked "Damon.." Athena warned him.

"What about Julian? Where is he?" Stefan asked "I haven't heard from either of them in days. I sided with Lily, or did you forget?" Nora asked "can we please not do this?" Athena asked them, knowing that Lily died for all of them that she wouldn't want them fighting, she'd probably expect but at least not now "it's just us. Beau couldn't bring himself to say goodbye." Valerie shared "I'm sure he just couldn't find the right words to say. Heh. All right. Let's get her done." Damon shared, going to pick up the coffin.

"Wait. We should say something." Stefan told him "no, we shouldn't." Damon shared "enough, Damon! Just cause you don't doesn't mean anyone else here doesn't." Athena shared, as Damon stood up leaving the coffin alone, Nora walked up "when I was a girl, I loved my mother deeply. She loved me, too, until she found out about my little siphoning problem. If she only knew that was just one of the things that made me different. When she turned her back on me, I thought I'd never find that kind of love again. You proved me wrong. Thank you, Lily." she shared, as she turned walking off.

Valerie stepped up "next." Damon said, as Athena glared at him "you knew me at my brightest and my darkest, no matter what my mood, you always saw the light in me." Valerie shared, putting her hand on the casket "I'll miss you, Lily." she told her, as she turned walking off, Athena stepped forward and as she did, she knew she didn't have anything to say because she only knew her for a short time and half of it wasn't good, as she held up the bouquet of flowers she brought, Stefan looked at them "cream violets. You remembered." he shared "even if those memories hadn't been brought back to me, a part of me would've remembered." Athena shared.

As Stefan took them from her, he leaned over, kissing her, Athena kissed him back and when she did, Stefan put his arm around her "well?" Damon asked "how many times do you get a second chance to deliver your mothers eulogy?" Stefan asked "good point, brother." Damon shared, stepping toward's them "how's this?" he asked, looking down at the casket "ahem. Lily, you were a terrible mother when you were alive, and you were a terrible mother when you were dead." he shared, patting the casket "you're right. That does feel good. Huh." he shared, turning and walking off.

Stefan took his arm out from around Athena, as Athena sighed "I'm so sorry." she told him, as Stefan opened the casket and put the flowers down with his mother, Athena linked her arm with his and leaned her head on his shoulder "I'm so sorry. I promise I'll make this right." Stefan shared, bringing his hand up and closing it.

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