The Salvatore Sister • Ava Rose Salvatore

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Rose
Season 2 Episode 8
Part 2

When I got home and quickly pack all my stuff. I walk downstairs with my suitcase and enter the room where Stefan and Damon are. They immediately turn around when they heard me and their eyes go down and look at my suitcase in my hand.

"Where are you going?" Stefan asks.

"I'm leaving town. I just came to say goodbye." I said as I felt bad for leaving them...again.

"You're leaving now out of all times." Damon says as he stands up.

"I'm sorry, but I have to." I said as I walk up to them.

"Why? Why now?" Damon asks.

"Remember that business snag I hit a couple of days ago. I can't leave it unattended any longer."

"Your lying." Damon says and Stefan looks at him shocked at his accusation. "What business are you in? Are you a drug trafficker or something?"

"Seriously, Damon?" I laughed. "Drug trafficker? I'm a vampire."

"You've been lying to us ever since you came back into town. I just don't get why you're lying to us." Damon said.

"Oh, yeah? What have I been lying about?" I ask him like I was challenging him.

"Everything. You're basically immune to Bonnie's witch-woo. You take on Elena thinking it was Katherine knowing well enough she can beat you. You leave half the time to god knows where. Katherine knows something about you, but for some reason she can't say. You of all people have Katherine rattle. You hesitated when you were supposed to kill Elijah."

"Bonnie is a newbie witch and also wasn't a very good one." I said and Damon walks closer to me.

"Damon, stop." Stefan says and Damon ignores him.

"All the things that come out of your mouth are lies, Ava. Let's see if your memories can tell the truth." Damon says as he puts his hands over my head to look through my memories.

I could have kept him out, but he surprises me since it was the last thing I expected him to do. I was only able to make him look at one memory. It was the one memory I never ever wanted him to see.

My mind
It's 1861. The year I turned. It was one of the worst days of my life. The day I kept buried for a very long time.

My hands are tied up with a rope that's connected to the ceiling while my feet tried to touch the floor, but the only thing I can do is tippy-toe. I have no cuts or wounds on me. I remember the guy feed me his blood and then everything turned black then I woke up and he feeds me more blood. Everything is a big blur. I'm so tired and drain like my soul just left my body leaving me to fend for myself.

"Please. Please stop it." I cried as I begged the guy who was in front of me.

"I can't and I won't. You're the most beautiful girl I've seen. The other girls aren't as pretty as you." He says and he grabs a knife and stabs my arm and I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Scream as loud as you want. No one can hear you." He said as he licks the knife and I can see the veins appear and his fangs come out. He goes next to my ear and whispered, "One day we will meet again, I'll promise you that." He says as I hear this snap and everything turns black.