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I was a Mikaelson.
Not only by name, but by appearance as well. I had my mother, Esther's same pale yellow hair and my father, Mikael's light brown eyes. There was nothing special about me, nothing that stood out and I preferred it that way. People were sometimes a hassle.
I was not only the youngest of my family (after Henrik's murder) but the only one that didn't have an exotic name. The others were named unusual, uncommon names while I was named Elizabeth.
Simply Elizabeth.
There were five others Elizabeths in our village, so I was easily confused for the others. I never did like nicknames for myself such as Liz and Eliza. I've always preferred my full name though sometimes my siblings called me Beth.
My siblings and I shared a strange bond, we loved each other, but there was nothing special. Finn, as the oldest promptly ignored me. Elijah and Klaus were both kind to me and were protective as older brothers.
Rebekah and I shared a sisterly bond, the only one that I was really closed to was Henrik, but he was dead now.
After our transformations into vampires we all went our separate ways. Finn fled to Europe, Kol to Asia, my three other siblings to Italy, and I left to what is now New York.
We never wrote to each other, or called, or meet except every few centuries when we might stumbled across each other.
And I was glad. My family had changed from that close knit family decades ago.
I was never the type to fantasize about love and promises of forever like my older sister, Rebekah. And I never gave much though about finding a prince charming that would sweep me off my feet.
I told myself that I didn't care. And for a while I believe the lie myself.
But there was a part of me. A tiny part of me. As small as a button that wanted me to care.
And then I met him.
Chicago, 1920's.
Seventeen year old(1000 +) Elizabeth Mikaelson looked around Gloria's bar and it seemed to be another hot, summer night in the twenties. The bar was full and the scene seemed to come out of the Great Gatsby.
The tiny tables held small lamps and beautiful silverware. The pretty girls flirted with the boys with loose jackets and messy hair.
The air smelled like a combination of cigarettes, sweet perfume, and alcohol.
Elizabeth let out a small, puff of smoke from her cigar and sighed dramatically. "I'm bored, can we go now?"
Klaus Mikaelson looked up from the girl's neck. Blood dribbled down his chin and fell on the table. "Come on, Beth live a little. There's plenty more where that came from." He said motioning to the already drunk guests.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, but didn't comment. She knew it was smarter not too. Klaus had a tempered and he wouldn't hesitated to stab a silver dagger in her heart. Not that he had. Elizabeth had been avoiding him for centuries.
"Never mind, I'll go find Rebekah."
Klaus ignored her as he went to finish his dinner.
Elizabeth fixed the small plum colored feather that was entwined in her hair. She saw her sister stormed towards a group of young men who were laughing and talking rather loudly.
"Excuse me boys, but some of us actually came here to hear the music." Rebekah said coolly. "Not you."
The youngest of them with bright green eyes and brown hair smirked back at her. "I'm sorry, sweetheart are we offending you?"
Rebekah rolled her eyes as she ran a finger down the boy's cheek. "It will take a lot more than a baby face to offend me." she caught Elizabeth's glance. "Beth! Let's get out of here-"
Elizabeth opened her mouth to respond, but she felt as if she were suddenly being pulled. She finally stopped and looked around, they were on the dance floor with Gloria singing the tunes.
Elizabeth looked up, it was the same boy with the dark hair. "Vampire?" she guessed.
The boy nodded. "Likewise, what gave it away?"
"You're not very subtle," she said as she removed a small amount of leftover blood from his chin. She licked her pinkie. "And very, very sloppy."
His lips twitched. "What makes you such an expert?"
"Let's just say I've been around for a long time. I'm Elizabeth."
He gave Elizabeth a twirl. "I'm Stefan. Stefan Salvatore."
The nights passed in a blur, it seemed to Elizabeth that the nights felt like a long, endless party. There would be drinking, dancing, and of course blood. Stefan and Klaus had become friends, Rebekah would teased him, and he and Elizabeth would dance.
"How long are you staying in Chicago?" she asked him one night.
"As long as you want me too." Stefan teased her. "Why? Are you thinking of leaving me?"
She smirked back. "You? Never. Where on earth would I find somebody so cocky?"
"That's my best feature."
They froze when they heard guns bastings.
"It's the police!" they heard someone yell while customers started running for their lives.
"It's time to go Beth," Klaus snarled as he pulled Elizabeth away. He looked into Stefan's eyes, compelling him. "You wont remember us or anything of the past few days."
Elizabeth briefly caught a glance of Stefan before Klaus pulled her back into the basement of the bar where her sister was waiting in tears.
"I killed her latest conquest," Klaus said. "That's why she's so pouty."
"Go to hell, Nik." she snarled.
"Is it Mikael?" Elizabeth blurted out.
"Don't say his name!" Klaus hissed as he looked around, paranoid. "We need to get out of here and fast before he finds out-"
"I'm tired of running Nik," Rebekah said. "I want to be free and live my own life, without running."
Klaus narrowed his eyes. This was not good. "Fine, choose Bekah. Me, your flesh and blood or that idiotic idea you seem to have in your head about the perfect world. The choice is yours sister."
Rebekah shut her eyes. "Goodbye, Nik."
The scene happened so fast that Elizabeth barely had time to blink. Klaus daggered her sister and she watched as she slowly turned gray. No, she could not risk it. She wouldn't let Klaus do that to her. She needed to get away, now.
"Elizabeth?" Klaus craned his neck to the side to look for his baby sister. "It seems, it's just you and-"
But Elizabeth had already disappeared.
Present Day, Mystic Falls.
Stefan tried to concentrate on his pushups, but it was difficult even if he was in the middle of the woods. Not only because his mind was spinning but, because his friend, Caroline Forbes was on speaker.
"What do you mean you're not coming?" she demanded. "I don't need to remind you that your Miss Mystic Falls attendance record totally sucks. Besides you're are a founding family member, by definition you have to be there."
"Elena and I broke up." Stefan tried not to snap at her. "By definition I don't have to be anywhere."
Caroline sighed. "Did that sound as depression to you as it did to me?"
"Oh, I'm not depressed." he said sarcastically as he laid back down on his back. "I just want to rip into someone's artery and feed until I can't breath anymore."
"Well you can't." she said cheerfully. "Because I'm not going to let you do that to yourself."
"She says she has feelings for Damon." he said flatly.
Caroline scoffed. "What? She can't. He's Damon! And you're. . .you. And I'm revolted. Look let me speak to her, I'll talk some sense in to her and you'll be back together by noon."
"I doubt it Caroline," he said moodily. "But thanks for trying."
Stefan felt himself being pushed to the ground, someone was sitting on top of him.
"Stefan? You there?" Caroline asked.
The familiar golden curls, the smirking lips. "Elizabeth?" he chocked out.
Elizabeth smiled as she kissed him lightly on the lips. "I'm back." she murmured.
-End of Chapter One-
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