August 14 1862
11 year old Elizabeth
15 year old Stefan
19 year old Damon
Elizabeth ran through the maze, giggling and shrieking. She could hear Damon’s chuckles and Stefan’s laughter.
She ran by the same bush she past by at least five times and let out a sigh. She turned around and ran the other way, continuing to giggle.
"I'm gonna get to the end first!" Damon screamed.
"No, I am!" Stefan yelled back. Elizabeth grinned as she saw the statue at the end.
"No, I am!" She ran to it and her giggles grew louder as she sat down at the exit. Elizabeth looked around and saw a picnic basket.
"Ooh..." She opened it and smiled. Stefan reached the end and smiled at his sister.
"When did you get here Sweetie?"
"A few minutes ago." Damon ran out of the maze and smiled.
"Aww... I wanted to be first." He fake pouted. Elizabeth grinned.
"Look Dami! Look what the servants left us!" Damon smiled.
"I guess we have to have a picnic now, huh?"
The three siblings sat at the top of a hill unpacking the picnic basket. Stefan pulled out a jar and smiled.
"Look, olives." Elizabeth grinned.
"I like olives." they pulled out the rest of the food. Damon broke the small loaf of bread into three pieces and they all ate it.
"Mmmmm..." Elizabeth bit into it. When they finished the bread, Damon opened the olives and took five out. He stuck one on each finger and smiled as he bit them off. Elizabeth and Stefan happily copied him.
Elena and I walked up to the boarding house. She knocked on the door and Stefan answered. He kissed Elena on the cheek.
"Hey." He looked at me. "Eli's in the garden." I nodded and walked out to the back yard
"I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined. I'm just beginning, the pens in my hand, ending unplanned." Eliza was dancing around with headphones in and a white sundress on.
"Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window, let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find. Reaching for something in the distance, so close you can almost taste it, release your inebriations, feel the rain on your skin" I leaned against the doorframe.
"No one else can feel it for you, only you can let it in. No one else, no one else can speak the words on your lips, drench yourself in words unspoken, live your life’s with arms wide open, today is, where your book begins, the rest is still unwritten." Eliza turned around and saw me. I smiled.
"Don't stop on my account, keep singing." She smiled and grabbed me. We danced together.
"I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines. We've been conditioned, to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way! Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window, let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find. Reaching for something in the distance, so close you can almost taste it, release your inebriations, feel the rain on your skin."
YOU ARE READING
Story of My Life [Damon and Stefan's Little Sister]Fanfiction
Elizabeth Daisy Salvatore's first word was "Damon." She is close to her brothers and would do anything for either of them. Everyone knows being a vampire has its ups and downs, well Elizabeth has to live as a 13 year old forever. Stefan and Damon ar...