No Time for Goodbye (A Damon Salvatore fan-fic) -on hold-

Chapter two

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The look of shock on Damon’s face amused me slightly. I looked at him with soft eyes and smiled, he hadn’t changed at bit since I last saw him. A boy with blond hair walked up behind Damon to get a look at me.

“Yes well Damon as you can see I am not dead.” I said walking into the home, the things in there fascinated me; the scent of everything was intoxicating. The taste of blood still lingered on my lips making the need for blood even more challenging to fight. “Who are you?”  The blond boy asked looking at me with what looked like curiosity mixed with surprise, I turned to him with a smile “My name is Lily.” I said holding my hand out towards him, he took it and shook my hand slightly before letting it drop “Stefan, I am-” Damon cut him off by clearing his throat “He’s my little brother.”

I looked at Damon “You never told me you had a brother.” I said giving him a slight glare but then I shrugged “I guess that is not the only thing you forgot to mention to me.” I said softly looking down and then touching my stomach slightly no longer feeling the lump that once grew in my stomach. “Lily, you’re supposed to be dead.” Damon said after watching me for a second. “Yes, I know I am thank you.” I said bitterly and then began walking through the house until I found a nice chair to sit in, curling my legs under me.  Both Damon and his brother Stefan followed me both sitting across from me. “Well than what are you doing here, sitting in my living room?” He asked looking at with his hard blue eyes.

“Well you can thank my brother for that.” I said spitting out the word brother like it was poison in my mouth. “I never even got to go to my appointment at the doctors. My brother showed up at my door with a friend at almost 5 in the morning, so I invited them both in. As soon as they were in my living room my brother looked at with sadness in his eyes ‘I am so sorry little sister. So, so sorry.’ He said before his friends face changed and he bit his wrist letting his blood slip onto the floor, I screamed and tried to run for the door but he was so fast.” I said recalling the night like it was yesterday “He grabbed be from behind and forced me to drink his blood I cried out for my brother but he only stood there and watched as the man suddenly snapped my neck. I woke up in a coffin, I screamed and cried for help but there was nothing but silence. Finally I began to feel weak and hungry, but soon after that my brother came and forced his own blood down my throat. I felt the change as soon as it came, the pain it caused me and then before I could move my brother slammed the coffin shut and then it was locked. I hit the coffin screaming but nothing happened.” I said taking a deep breath “After that my brother moved my coffin into a place under New York where I couldn’t get out. He had witch friend help him seal me in there, telling me every one thought I was dead because of the cancer. I was so mad and sad I began to shut everything out, soon I gave up drinking the blood my brother brought for me, instead I sat in the middle of the floor and let myself drift into sleep. 42 years later my now 66 year old brother is pouring blood down my throat. After I was completely human looking and not zombie looking, he told me what year it was and then let me out of my prison. I wandered for a while before I heard your name in New York again; I came here looking for you knowing that you had talked about it once in your sleep.” I told them finishing my story.

 “But what about the girl you killed?” Stefan asked me looking at the blood on my white gown “The girl in the town square? I’m sorry, after not having blood for 42 years a girl gets hungry.” I said standing up; I began walking back towards the front door “Where are you going?” The both asked as they walked behind me “Well, I am leaving what’s it look like?” I asked turning to both of them “I can tell when I am not wanted, I might just go back to New York, or maybe I’ll go to Canada, I always wanted to go to Canada.” I said smiling at the thought of now being able to see the world without having to worry about death and cancer.