Damon sighs as he places his glass on the table. This day is the 169th anniversary of his little sister's death. Elizabeth Isabella Salvatore. Damon picked up the old picture of her and held it close remembering every little thing in her bright face. Elizabeth's crystal blue eyes with golden flecks, her dark red hair, her perfectly straight nose, she was perfect in every way. He felt a tear slide down his face but felt no need to catch it. You couldn't see it in the picture but her whole body consisted of light brown freckles, her face was round yet angles in the perfect places. Elizabeth was known as the most beautiful woman in Virginia, and for a very good reason. Every guys dream was to kiss her plump red lips, which drove Damon and his younger brother Stephan crazy.

Damon chuckled through the tears that were now falling freely down his face. Damon remembered a time when all he heard about from his friends is how perfect she is for wife material, because of her many skills and striking good looks. She could dance, sing, play instruments, cook, clean, and much more.

By the time Damon finished his first bottle of whiskey he was bawling. How could his baby sister be dead? He can remember it like it was yesterday.

Flashback

Damon walked into his younger sister's room with tears in his eyes. He had just got back from war only to find out his baby sister is dying of the Spanish Influenza. It is rare but deadly and the doctors have yet to find a cure. He walked in to find his baby sister pale white with bones sticking out, Elizabeth had deep circles under her eyes, and her once before thick luscious burgundy hair was now thin and no longer as bright.

"Damon, I'm so glad you came to see me!" Elizabeth said with a small smile on her face.

"Of course I came Liz, you're my little sister." Damon told her trying to smile through the tears that were freely falling down his face.

"Come here Damon." His sister called to him softly, he obeyed and kneeled softly by her bed. "Don't you dare cry for me, I will be seeing mother soon! I will watch over you, you know. Just do me one favor."

"Of course, anything Liz!" Damon cried to his fifteen year old dying sister.

"Remember me." She sighed with her last breath. Damon watched her, waiting for her to breath once more and tell him this was all a joke, that she was healthy. But she never did, he felt himself collapse and sob. Damon grasped his sisters hand and kissed it. "I will never forget."

Flashback Ended

"Never will forget" Damon breathed.

"Forget what?" He heard a feminine voice that belonged to only one person he knows.

"Go ask your boyfriend, Elena." Damon snapped, wiping the tears from his eyes. He heard her walk off, Damon picked up the white roses and walked out to his 2007 black Impala ss.

Damon drove to the cemetery and walked to her grave. It was a black sleek headstone that he had recently paid for and had put over her head. Elizabeth was hated by their father so it was no surprise that he 'just so happened' to forget to buy a headstone in remembrance of her. Damon would have gotten it earlier if it wasn't for the fact his father had her body moved once Stephan and him 'died'. He finally found it on the other side of the cemetery. He read the gravestone and felt tears rolling down his face.

In Remembrance of

Elizabeth Isabella Salvatore

Loving friend, daughter, and sister

May she watch over us in Heaven and never feel pain again.

He was once again on the ground crying, He has never cried so much in his life. Except when she died. I will never forget, Elizabeth.