She sat out in the garden for the majority of the morning, hoping that the vervain plants she planted around her sanctuary would keep him away. She knew it didn't bother him much, but it was enough to give him a headache and leave her alone. She almost felt bad for kicking him in the face, but she hated him for what he did. She inhaled as deep as she could and smiled as the smell of roses and lilies filled her. They were her favorite flowers as well as her mother's, hence the name Liliana Rose. She had nearly every type and color in her garden.

The sun beat down on her as she picked the dead petals from a dying rose bush by the gazebo. It was beautiful outside. The storm had cleared a few hours ago, leaving little droplets on the leaves which gave the flowers a sparkling effect in the sunlight.

"You're not supposed to be out here," Lily said as she turned her back to see Stefan standing behind her. He cocked his head and stared at her as she wiped her hands in the wet grass. She stood up slowly and dried them on her jeans. She pulled her out of her ponytail and her long blond hair fell around her face. Stefan just gazed at her, she reminded him so much of Elena.

"I'm surprised I'm still standing, you have enough vervain out here to take down a small army of vampires," he said with a small laugh. He handed her a bottle of water and she took it from him with a smile.

"Yeah well, it pisses Klaus off." She said with a smile as she walked around the beautiful white gazebo. She continued to pick the dead flowers from the roses that climbed the gazebo and they walked in silence.

"Why do you stay with him?"

"Because I love him," she ended with a small sigh and stopped walking. She heard him laugh slightly and when she turned he was no longer there. She turned back around and he was standing in front of her like she knew he was going to be. He was standing still with a rose in his hand and smile on his face. She took the rose from his hand and stepped into the gazebo. "Who is Elena?" She asked curiously as she plucked the petals and dropped them into a large bowl of water.

"Who?" He stood at the step of the gazebo and leaned again the beam.

"You called me Elena this morning, who is she?" She turned to face him and watched his smile drop. "She's the one you're here for."

"Oh, um…"

"Do you love her?" She asked him as she sat down on the stone bench. He didn't flinch, just stared down at the marble floor. He couldn't find the answer. He didn't have the emotions capable of knowing.

"I don't lo-"

"You may say you lost your humanity, your emotions, but Stefan they're still there, if they weren't you wouldn't of thought twice about last night." She could feel the tension in the air tighten and he sighed.

"Do you really love him?" He asked after a few moments, he looked up and stared into her beautiful silver eyes.

"Do you love Elena?" She retorted with a smile.

"It doesn't matter if I love her or not, I'm stuck here in this massive house with two people who say there in love but can't be civil for more than five minutes." He stepped into the gazebo and walked to small table in the center. He stuck his finger in the bowl and swirled the red rose petals around.

"He's all I have Stefan."

"What he did last night, Lily he practically forced me to rape you."

"Stefan," she stroked his cheek gently, "please just forget about what happened last night." She tried to smile. "It's nothing worth bringing up."

"I can't forget Lily." He said as he grabbed her hand. She sighed and pulled her hand away. She ran her fingers through her hair and sat back down on the bench.

"Do you love me Stefan?" She asked bluntly.

"What?"

"Do you love me?"

"No, I don't love you." He shook his head and stared blindly at her.

"Then why do you care?"

"I… How…" She jumped up from the bench and grabbed his face. She pressed her lips against his and ran her fingers through his hair. Fireworks exploded through his body, and he grabbed her by the waist and shoved her against the banister. Her body was on fire and she pulled away, before the point she was trying to make was clearly invalid.

"Do you feel that Stefan, that tingling on your lips, the flutter in stomach." She pushed his hands from her hips and stepped away from him and he traced his lips with his fingers. "That's not real, it's just me, and it's what I do to people. It's not intentional, it just happens."

"What is it?"

"It's like compulsion in a way, an unwanted compulsion, I don't do it on purpose but a little kiss could make someone fall crazy in love with me." She was getting upset. She had a lot of abilities, but she didn't possess the ability to shut off her emotions, although she wished she had.

"How do I stop it?" He asked as he followed her back out into the garden. Raindrops were starting to fall as she tried to get back to the house.

"You forget, you find real love, you remember real love." She stood in front of him with a sorrowful look on her face. "Remember Elena," she said smoothly as she turned away from him and ran into the house.

"What was that?" Klaus growled as he grabbed by her throat. He slammed her head against the sliding glass door, cracking it like a spider web. She just smiled at him and shook her head. She ran her fingers across the gash that was dripping her sweet blood and the veins grew in his eyes. She smirked at him and shoved him across the room into the wall. He landed with a thud to the floor and didn't move for a second or two before he had her up against their bedroom door.

"Leave me alone Klaus," she groaned as she shoved him away from her again. He was getting frustrated. She wasn't supposed to be stronger than him. He was an original and she was... she was something else. He was the all mighty species, and she tossed him around like a rag doll. She turned quickly as she felt him jump at her and held her hand out throwing him against the wall. "I said leave me alone," she yelled louder. "If you can't understand what I'm saying I suggest you go back to England or wherever the hell you came from."

He rose quickly and stared daggers at her. He wanted nothing more than to rip her head off at this exact moment. He just pointed at her and gave her a threatening look. He spit blood out onto the brand new white carpet and wiped his mouth on the sleeve of his white button up.

"You're going to pay for this one Liliana."

"Oh bite me Klaus." She spat back at him before retreating to her room. Her old room, the room she slept in before she became involved with him. She sprawled out on the comfy white bed and stared up at the origami birds that dangled from the ceiling. She was breaking, more and more every day, she was falling apart.

A tear slid down her cheek as she continued to stare at the colorful paper birds. She received one once a month from someone she never met. They always appeared on her dresser with a piece of jewelry that she never wore. She assumed it was her mother because they always had I love you written in a feminine style. She looked over at the large box that contained every ring, necklace and bracelet she ever received with the bird that she refused to wear. Instead she cursed them.

She hadn't received a bird since she starting getting intimate with Klaus, part of her always wondered if they were him trying to get her attention. Although she also thought they could have been from someone who got mad that she was with him. It could have been her mother, but she was the one that left her here.

She jumped at the sound of things being smashed and Klaus screaming at the top of his lungs. He was enraged and I don't think the little kiss with Stefan was the reason.

"Go away," she said loudly so Stefan wouldn't knock on the door.

"I need to talk to you." He spoke softly through the door.

"I really just want to be alone right now Stefan." She tried hard for it not to sound like she was crying, but she had a feeling she was failing miserably. She pulled her heavy feathered pillow over her face and growled as she let out her frustrations. She knew he didn't leave, but he was waiting.

She laid there for hours as she listened to Klaus screaming about and knocking things around, and Stefan was no were to be found or heard. It was comforting in a way, to hear him so miserable but what he was miserable about was the question. She didn't care though, she was miserable and that was that.

If you like to see a photo of Liliana it's my profile picture. :]