The Little Salvatore

Chapter 35

10 months later

Lillian's POV

I'm dying a very very very slow death. But I deserve it, right? I mean... I killed so many people without remorse so I deserve it. I let my skin burn over and over and I just pass out from the pain or from being so weak. I can't lift a muscle at all.

"K-Kol." I choke out before vervain fills my throat and I begin to feel excruciating pain. I let it engulf me.

Kol's POV

"K-Kol." I hear Lillian's voice choke out as I wonder around the woods. I go to the place where I heard the voice and I see the vervain filled well. I look down and see no one. I guess I was imagining it. I have to find her. She's my everything.

Damon Junior's POV

Being a ghost sucks ass. I sit next to my baby sister, Lillian as she continues to torture herself. I would try and talk her out of it but I can't. I sigh and just watch as she slowly kills herself. If only I could stop this. Melody! She can see me! I can tell her to tell mum or dad! I rush to the boarding house and up to Melody's room. She giggles as she sees me as she does every single time.

"Hey Mel. I need you to tell mum that Lil is in the well that not good." She nods and giggles at me.

"Ok DayDay." She knows not to call me that name. I hear the door open and I see mum there.

"Hey baby. Who are you talking to?" I can tell she's been crying. She can't get over the fact that she thinks that Lillian's dead and she was a shit mother but she's not.

"I talking to DayDay. He said Lil is in not good well." Melody says and I smile. She says it so cutely.

"Not good well? What does that mean?" She asks and Melody looks at me.

"Bad for vamps." I say and she tells mum. Her mum gasps and runs downstairs. I follow and watch.

"Damon! Our baby! I know where she is! The vervain filled well! She has to be! Please! We have to try." She says tearing up. I place my hand on my mum's shoulder and she gasps looking in my direction but sighs as she realises that she can't actually see anyone here. I want to talk to my mum. I was 5 when we last talked! 5! I miss her.

"It's been 10 months, Melanie! Lillian's dead! Our baby is dead and nothing will change that!" Dad shouts.

"Damon! We have to try! Please!" She shouts back at him.

"You can. I'm not. I'm giving up." He says and I gasp myself. I shake my head at him and follow Melanie out the door to the woods. Please hold in there Lillian.