Hello to all of you on fanfiction who have chosen to read my story. Old and new I would like to welcome you. This story was recently called Least of all I love you, but I changed it to Her Name was Lily, hopefully now, with a more decent title I can edit this fanfic and make it the way it's supposed to be. I was young when I first started writing this and had no idea where this story would go or how I would get it there, but now I think I've got some control over it. I'm editing and reading over it, because while I do have other fanfictions that I haven't updating I am stuck on this one. But don't worry, to those of you who have read my Vampire Kisses story and are wondering when I'm going to update it, I will very soon I promise. I put a lot of time and effort into my works and can't just treat them like silly toys that I don't mind breaking. I like to think and make each one more mine than others. Thank you though, for being so patient and kind with your likes and reviews, I honestly look forward to recieving them. I think that I've prattled on a little too long though, so I'm going to let you go ahead and read my story. :)
The breeze was a strong on that day, it blew the leaves from the trees and ruffled the long stalks of grass that had yet to be trimmed that month. The shouts of childish laughter could be heard in the distance, no doubt they were playing a new game that involved a heavy ball and perhaps a piece of wood. The large mountainous pristine white house with numerous windows that sat on over sixty acres of land was quiet. The children inside girls; who had no interest in running after a dirty ball all day. The air smelled of green apples and an assortment of flowers. Inside the house, a girl sat with her mother and sisters learning numbers. This girl was ten years of age while her sisters were five and eleven. The ten year old stared out the window, longing to be out there instead of in her home reading a dull book that which she had already mastered. She knew it was not common for a girl to learn but her mother had insisted, none of her children would be stupid. And besides all the girls in France were learning, going to fancy boardingschools; and while that was not acceptable in Italy, they could still get an education. Something to know other than sewing and washing. The girl wanted to be in the garden, the cavernous garden with the dirt and grass and lilies. They were calling her name their name so that she would come to see them-
"Liliana are you paying attention to what I am saying?" Alas, she was stuck in doors, doomed to learn Mathematics by the afternoons end.
"Oh yes I am sorry mother." Lily pushed her heavy blonde hair out of her eyes and gave her mother a smile. Her mother and teacher Signora Bianchi glared at her.
"Now five and two Lily what is it?"
"Um…"
"Its seven mama" said Lily's elder sister Marisol in a stuck up voice.
"Correct my dear" said Signora Bianchi proudly. Lily refrained from rolling her eyes. Her sister was always trying to outdo her, usually she succeeded. After a while, it did get annoying.
"Now Demetria what is eight and four?"
"Twelve isn't it?" The youngest girl said in a shy voice.
"Yes very good dear."
"See even Demetria can do her numbers, you're just not trying hard enough" said Marisol smugly.
"Mari do you ever wish that for once you could hold your tongue and not be so spiteful?" Lily said sharply.
Marisol had a comeback ready.
"Liliana don't you ever wish that you could be normal just like everybody else?"At that Lily stood up and shouted
"I am normal!"
"Normal people don't know what will become of us and themselves in the future now do they?" Marisol shrieked angrily. Their mother stood quickly, slamming her book shut with a resounding crack.
"Girls! Lower your voices Liliana sit down this moment or I'll hand you off to your maid." Lily glared at her sister, the silver in her eyes flashing dangerously
"I would rather that than have to sit in this place and see her face." Marisol gasped a little girls' gasp and stomped her foot.
"Freak!" Again their mother intervened while Demetria sat staring with wide curious eye.
"Enough of this I will not have fighting in my home, none of it!" Lily glared at her sisters and then announced
"I shall go for a walk and clear my head." And with that Lily rushed from the room and through the parlor. She went to walk in the gardens that always was her favorite place to go whenever she had a bad day. And bad days were often in her home. It seemed no matter what Lily did, her- curse got in the way of everything. She sat down on the stone wedged bench with a soft sigh. The garden was exquisite, in the nursery bloomed vervain and lilacs. Lily thought that the roses and lilies were the most beautiful of them all. Slowly she reached down and plucked a daisy from the ground and twirled it between her fingers. What her sister had said wasn't true she reminded herself again just like she did all the other times she and Mari got into fights. She was not a freak she was normal, no one could tell her different. "Mari is just frightened that's all she thinks one day I will see her in a horrible predicament and won't know what to do." But lily would not do that. She willed herself not to see her siblings, she barley wanted to see her parents in her head. Father was away on work. He could get hurt during construction and she told herself not to see. After a while of twirling the daisy she threw it to the ground and closed her eyes. When she opened them again she was looking up into the sky. But it wasn't blue, it was black; a dark sea; no swirling pools of ebony and obsidian cracking and falling all around her like ink dripping from a quill. But wait, that wasn't right it couldn't be the sky was blue. She looked more closely, she was falling into the deep, deep black, it was unfathomable and yet compelling. She longed to see more of this endless black, how had it become the sky like this. Then it was going away, slowly ever so slowly receeding and she willed herself to pull to pull on the black and keep it still for her to stare forever. So beautiful, go towards it Lily she said to herself go forward and see the ebony the spaces between the stars. So…..
"Liliana! Liliana what are you doing ragazza?" Lily started. It was then that she realized that she had left her seat and was reaching for the heavens. She realized her eyes were closed and blinked several times to clear them of their haze. Her hands clenched into fist slowly as she turned her head towards the noise. "Liliana child I don't know what I am going to do with you forever running for the gardens." She faced her maid who was shaking her head, hands on hips.
"Clara, do you believe black to be a beautiful colour?" Clara tsked as she took Lily by her hand and pulled her out of the garden
"Why of course not black is the colour of death ragazza why ever would you wonder that?"
"A sea of ebony and obsidian snuck up on me, I was trapped in its beauty."
"Such answers like that will get you a fine teasing from the other children now, you talk in lines, what ever do you mean by it?"
Lily pulled her arm from Clara and looked back up at the sky, which was blue again.
"I dreamt I was falling and kept falling and nothing could stop me." She murmured softly and looked at Clara with her crystal eyes. They were a sea of colours. There was grey which was most dominant, the blue highlighting it made them look of storm clouds and that green, which had snuck its way in there was an oak green that stared hard at you never glazing over or flinching away; waiting patiently for others to back down, others may win the battle, but to Lily they lost the war. Slowly she smiled and turned to Clara. "Can't I stay here a bit longer Clara?"
"No ragazza you must go back to your lessons be considerate, your mother could easily get you a tutor."
"Then why doesn't she we have the money?" Lily started out of the garden with Clara right behind her.
"I believe that your mother loves you too much to be away from you when she surely doesn't need to be." The little girl sighed heavily as they went through the side door into the coffee room.
"I suppose you are right" Lily considered "That and she worries that I will go into my fictional world and predict the future of the tutor." Clara hmmed as she dusted pollen and flecks of dirt off the bottom of Lily's dress.
"Do not speak of that! It is the Devils work!" Lily smiled without humor
"And the beautiful black is the devils work to I suppose is it Clara?"
"No I believe that is your imagination" and she ruffled Lily's hair.
Later on Lily was wandering around the second floor of her home when her sister Demetria waved her over into her room. "What is it Demi?" She asked her sister.
"Come Mari has something she wishes to speak to you about." Lily sighed but reluctantly went into Demetria's room. Marisol was sitting on Demi's bed. So different did they look. While Lily's hair was white gold, Marisol's was burning red. Real red like fire, with eyes of liquid brown. Demetria was just the opposite, with hair like black silk and eyes of rain water blue.
"Lily" whispered Marisol "I am sorry for behaving that way with you earlier I do not know what became of me." Lily closed her eyes at the apology then opened them wide.
"Oh Mari I am sorry as well. It seems what Signora Richardson taught us went through one ear and out the other."
At that Marisol smiled and hopped up. "Are we again friends?"
"And sisters as well." Lily finished. Hugging Mari Lily felt better, happy, serene, but she did not forget her black sea in the sky. She hungered for more, she wanted to reach out and touch it to see if she would fall deep deep down and never come out. With a flip of her hair Lily let go of her sister. Marisol grinned at Lily then Demi. She didn't think she should tell her sisters about the black for fear that Marisol would go back to thinking she was a freak, and she didn't want that. So she would keep it to herself.
Later on that night, Lily was again in her garden surrounded by flowers and holding a book. Her bangs completely covered her eyes but she paid it no mind, she wasn't really reading anyway. She just sat, accompanied by her friends the lilacs and lilies. The sky was blue again but she found herself staring at it with narrowed eyes trying her hardest to make it black again. When it became apparent that it wasn't going to turn black she looked away. And she saw it again. Whatever was it and why was there no picture to it? She heard a light snap and pulled her eyes away from the vision. She wasn't sure when it started. A figure stood in front of her. He was elegantly dressed with long black silky hair and dark eyes. Instead of asking if he was lost or looking for someone she said "your eyes" they were the same colour black she had seen in the sky. The same sea, that same black abyss. The man stared at her. "You" he said in a contemptuous voice. It was then she felt something coming from him. Power. She was drawn to him whatever he was because surely he was no human. Then she felt that power hit her like a ton of bricks as if probing her. "Excuse me!" she exclaimed "That was very rude, you should ask my permission to send waves of your power at me not just do it. And futhermore what are you doing in my garden?" His gaze didn't leave hers as he spoke
"I sensed you." He said in a different voice now. "I was drawn to your glamour." The frown dropped from her face in an instant and was replaced by a soft smile.
"And I saw you." she said. She didn't know why, but the power surrounding him made her so much more comfortable speaking with him. He slowly sat on the bench. She stared down. "You have power I can feel it you get it by taking… souls? The power in our veins" she trailed off then laughed looking back at him. "I am sorry, You must be so confused, I am confused I confuse myself all the time..." She trailed off as he continued to stare at her. She wasn't nervous, it was as if a warm blanket of security was thrown over her by him, keeping her warm and unafraid. "Some say I talk in riddles,"
"No, I understand you perfectly." She glanced back up at him. It didn't occur to her that she should be frightened, he was a strange man in her family garden whom she decided was not human at all, but she was ok with that.
"Of course you do. How could you not? Your eyes I think they are beautiful. When I saw them they took over my whole world." The last part she said under her breath. Of course he heard her
"And you saw them how?"
"My mind, you of course know."
"You are psychic?" She felt a warmth start in her stomach and expand up her spine. It was the first time she had heard that word out loud.
"Yes." She said shyly and glanced at him through her lashes.
"Well, since I am no psychic I've yet to see your eyes. Mine seem to be of interest to you. I hardly think it's fair," His voice was doing strange things to her, making her want to go to him and breath him in forever.
"They are a bit odd." She said softly
"I have seen many odd things before." He replied. Hearing those words made her blush then she was lifting her bangs. He stared into a swirl of colours. Dominant grey like angry clouds, midnight blue a story to be told, and oak green like leaves. Fresh green leaves. Three brilliant colours. Their eyes locked. Neither had ever been ones to back down. Her whole universe was filled with darkness while his tumbled with light.
"May I ask your name?" His voice was shaky as a baby bird.
"Liliana Bianchi. May I ask yours?" He chuckled softly
"Damon Salvatore." They both smiled. Their eyes still locked
"I should like to stay Liliana, may I?" He had no idea what was making him say this, but he went with it.
"If you wish it and please, call me Lily."
"If you wish it, Lily."
And I've re-edited chapter one because again, I was hit with inspiration and knew it could be better.