THE SALVATORE SISTER - CHAPTER FOUR - PRESENT DAY

It was already past midnight, but Damon didn't care. He had been thrown out of the Mystic Grill, because of his bad behavior. He had been drinking way to much bourbon and his thoughts were thinking about his little sister. It teared him apart, the feeling of missing her. He never talked about her with Stefan, he never talked about her with no one to be exact. Stefan has probably already forgotten about her, he thought. To be honest, it had been awhile since the last time he had thought about her. The memories were killing him. She must have been a beautiful woman when she was older, but she never had the chance.

Damon continued walking down the road. No cars or anything else was in sight. It was quiet, Mystic Falls was always quiet. He was thinking back about the day they found her body. He remembered it like yesterday. He let out a deep sigh.

16 may 1864

Damon woke up from the sun which was shining through his curtains. He looked beside him, no Miss Pierce. He thought about the day before, he never made sure Violette came back home. Something was wrong, he could feel it. Maybe he should have searched for her yesterday.

After he got out of bed, took a bath and got dressed, he went downstairs. No Violette in sight. He spotted Stefan sitting on the couch, reading a random book. ''Where's Violette?'', Damon asked him. Stefan didn't look up from his book as he replied. ''I thought you already brought her to school.'', he simply replied. ''No, it's Saturday. There's no school today.'', Damon said as he shook his head.

That's when their father walked in. Stefan looked up from his book and closed it. ''She is probably still in bed. The lazy kid.'', he scoffed. He had probably overheard them talking about her. ''She most likely went late to bed last night.'', Stefan spoke up, trying to defend her. Damon frowned. Violette never went late to bed, nor slept until the end of the morning. ''I'll wake her up.'', Damon said to both of them.

When Damon opened the door of her room, Violet wasn't there. She wasn't laying in bed. He walked inside the room and looked around, to make sure she wasn't hidden somewhere. Her doll was no where to be seen. Damon knew she would away take the doll with her. He walked over to her window and looked outside. He couldn't see her on the swing or anywhere else in the garden. Where the hell was she?

Together with Stefan, both of the brothers searched for her. Everywhere. They even went to the police whom helped searching for her.

A couple of days later and they still didn't have a clue where the hell she was. The day before they had found her doll, close to the river. Stefan feared the worst, their father was even more drunk then usual, but Damon couldn't give up. He had to find her and make things right. He had to. He was her big brother, he was always there for her.

Someone knocked on the door. Stefan opened the door and Damon joined his side. There was a police officer standing in front of the door. ''We found her, your sister. Both of the brothers were quite shocked by the announcement of the officer. ''Really? Can we see her?'', Damon asked. The officer shook his head, he wasn't looking very happy. ''I'm sorry, she is dead.''

Her face had been pale, her eyes closed, broken bones and bruises all over her slender body. Damon would never forget that face. Her cold dead body, laying on that table hurted him even more. God. He missed her. He should have been there for her, saving her life. Not abandoning her.

Damon opened his eyes and looked beside him. He was laying on the cold hard road. He looked at the dark sky. Stars shining through the darkness. He let out a deep sigh and got up again. He should head home and go to bed. He would have a horrible hangover in the morning. He already knew it.

Suddenly, he could hear a voice. Like someone was calling him, a familiar voice, but he couldn't hear what the voice said. His eyebrows turned into a frown as he listened more carefully. ''Damon.'', the voice said. He turned around, towards the sound.

There she was, right in front of him. With those cold blue eyes, he would never forget. She looked at him and showed one of those small smiles. An thankful and happy smile. Like she had missed him as much as he had missed her. ''Violette?'', he whispered.

AN: This is the fourth rewritten chapter, the next one will follow soon. Please leave a review and tell me what you like, or what you don't! (: