Secrets of a Salvatore Sister

Prologue

Liliana's POV
~1864~

A commotion sounds from outside my room. Sliding out of my bed, my nightdress pulled tight around me, I crack open my door, peeking out. I watch as some of the other men from town are carrying Katherine away, a weird contraption on her face. My father follows behind them, his face holding a grave seriousness. After my father passes, I step into the corridor, glancing at Stefan's room where the men came from. Stefan stands in the hallways, watching them leave. My brow furrows in question, and I'm about to ask him what's going on when Damon rushes past me towards Stefan, screaming at him. Neither of them have noticed me, something I've quickly gotten used to with Katherine being around.

I hate Katherine. She played with both my brothers, making them think that she loved them while she was with the other. And with that she stole them from me. All my brothers suddenly cared about was Katherine, Katherine, Katherine. I'll admit when she first arrived I was excited, there would be another girl around. We became fast friends, always taking strolls and talking together. My father was even proud of me for once, proud that I befriended her because he always told me to be more like Katherine. But then I found out what she truly was, a vampire. At first I didn't believe her that such a thing could exist, but she convinced me otherwise as she began to teach me all about vampires. Something I found out later that she did for Damon too. But our friendship ended when I realized she was messing with my brothers. Sure Stefan, Damon, and I don't always get along but I do care for them. So I tried to warn them about her but they wouldn't listen to me and soon they just stopped paying attention to me. Now I don't mind being by myself, I quite enjoy it, but every now and then I wouldn't have minded some company or someone to play with. Katherine is the reason my brothers abandoned me and the reason for the strain on their brotherly relationship, and for that I don't know if I could ever forgive her.

After listening in on my brother's conversation I figure out that my father had discovered Katherine being a vampire, setting a trap with Stefan as bait to catch her. And now they plan to burn her with other vampires they found. Slipping into my room, I quickly change into more presentable clothing before sneaking out of the house, following my brothers on their adventure to rescue Katherine.

Several feet behind Stefan and Damon, I make sure to be quiet in the night. I know it is dangerous to be here but the curiosity was too much to hold in. Hiding behind the trees, I watch Stefan and Damon try to save Katherine, taking her out of the wagon cage they put her in and trying to untie her ropes. But I see what they don't, the men coming back. I duck my head to not be seen but that is when I hear it, a gunshot. Jerking my head up, I gasp in horror as I watch Damon fall. Stefan rushes to his side but even from here I can tell the he's dead. Shouting rings out and Stefan picks up a gun but he's shot down too. My heart races as my gut clenches. How could this be? My hands begin to shake and tears fill my eyes. I feel as though someone has torn a hole through my chest. Both my brothers are dead; Damon, my eldest brother who always tried his best to protect me from father's cruelness, and Stefan, not only my brother but my twin. Looking at the shooter, I quickly recognize him in the dark. My Father. He killed his own sons! It feels as if the world is crashing in on me, so I run.

I run to the house, bypassing the servants as I rush to my room. Once there, I shut my door and lock it before I hastily pack my bags with whatever will fit. I can't live here, not with a person who murders his own blood. Not when I don't have my brothers to protect me from the demon within my father. With a bag packed, I slip out the window and into the darkness of night. No idea where I'm going. I just know that I have to get out.

(A/N: I know this sucks, but trust me, it gets way better later in the story!)