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My name is Elizabeth Mikaelson. I have blond hair and brown eyes and I'm 1000 years old. Or I was, I think.

Elena Gilbert shoved the cure down my throat last May and that made me a regular human girl after a 1000 years. Thrilling.

I know it's partly my fault. Ok, it's all lot my fault. I shouldn't have tried to kill her. I shouldn't have let my insecurities get in the way.

But I've learned my lesson, I swear. Especially after a miserable summer.

So can I have a do over?


Virginia, five miles away from Mystic Falls

"Are you sure you're ok, honey?" the forty something waitress asked Elizabeth Mikaelson as she refilled her cup of coffee. "You look dead on your feet."

Elizabeth managed a small smile while at the same time trying to untangle her blond hair from her messy ponytail. "I'll be ok."

"How about some scrambled eggs to go with that coffee?"

Elizabeth flushed. "No, thanks." I can't pay for them, she wanted to say, but she was too embarrassed to say. After a thousand years of compulsion it was hard to rely on money so much. She had saved so very little money in a bank account, convinced that she will never need that money, oh how wrong she was.

All summer, she had spent saving up whatever she could. Sleeping in parks, cleaning up as best as she could in public restrooms, skipping a meal here and there. But it hadn't been easy the first week, let alone three months. She was exhausted as she still had five miles to walk to Mystic Falls.

She didn't know why she was even returning there. It was filled with people that hated her. Well, Matt, Bonnie, and Caroline had kind of liked her, but she knew that whatever friendship they had had it had disappeared when she had tried to kill Elena.

Stefan, the name sounded strange even to her. They were supposed to leave for Portland three months ago, but Elizabeth had overheard a conversation he had with Lexi and she had gone after Elena instead.

She had tried calling him several times to explain, but he had never answered the phone. Maybe he had tired of her too.

The waitress handed her a plate of scrambled eggs with bacon, Elizabeth gave her a puzzled look, but the waitress just winked at her. "Don't worry, sweetheart it's on the house. You look like you need it."

Elizabeth felt like crying in gratitude. "Thank you."

After eating the scrambled eggs and paying for her coffee, Elizabeth exited the diner. She sighed, she still had five miles to go before she reached the Welcome to Mystic Falls sign let alone reach the Salvatore estate.

She knew that Damon, Elena, and probably Stefan wouldn't be too happy to see her, but at this point she would beg for a shower and shelter, for a few days until she realize what she was going to do. She was too ashamed to go to New Orleans and ask for help to her siblings, she didn't want to admit that she got beaten by a baby vampire.

Elizabeth froze, she turned around, but there was no one there. She shook her head, she was paranoid, but with good reason. After a thousand years she had made quite a few enemies especially with her not so nice periods when her humanity switch was off.

Elizabeth sighed. She really wished that this nightmare was over.


"So did Jeremy get to school ok?" Elena asked. She was standing in her new door room at Whitmore College.

"Yup," Damon smiled as he walked down the stairs. "Showered, groomed, and even packed his lunch myself."

Elena grinned. "So does that mean me being here and you being there . . . this could actually work?"

Damon paused, in the parlor there stood Elizabeth Mikaelson with a tired, unhappy look on her face. Damon couldn't help, but noticed how different she looked. She was wearing dirty gray yoga pants, converse sneakers, and a pink sweatshirt that was obviously two times too big for her. There were dark circles under her eyes and her blond hair was a dirty tangle mess.

"Exactly, listen I have to go." Damon hanged up.

Elizabeth pressed her lips together. "It's been a long summer, Damon."

Damon sighed, "Elizabeth."


"Ok, slow down-don't choke it down," Damon scolded as Elizabeth practically ate the sandwich that he had no so generously given her in one bite. "There's more in the fridge."

"I'm sorry," she said, trying to chew slowly. "But I've been slowly starving for months. Eating this sandwich to me is like eating caviar."

Damon paused for a bit. "You're miserable,"

"Please," she scoffed, trying to sound brave. "I am Mikaelson and we Mikaelsons have survived worse than this. This is just a small glitch."

"Oh, please who are you trying to fool. You're acting like you haven't eaten anything in days and you look like you're about to fall dead. You are a sad and miserable human being and you want me to turn you," he bit his wrist and offered up his blood. "So here drink up, I'll kill you, you bit the mailman you'll be a vampire again."

Elizabeth looked longingly at the blood. "I can't ok. I don't know what consequences the cure had. There's a good chance I might stay dead for real."

"Oh," Damon paused, "Good point."

"Good point?" she scowled. "I just told you I've had the worst summer of my life and you don't even care."

"You tried to kill my girlfriend, Elizabeth, just be grateful I haven't killed you yet," he snapped. "Why don't you go ask your family for help?"

Elizabeth didn't answered.

Damon narrowed his eyes. "Oh, you haven't told them yet."

Elizabeth paused. "They don't need to know. I'll figure it out by myself."

"How? By wishing it? I'll call them myself just to get you out of my hair-"

"Damon, please," she begged. "You don't understand if I go back to New Orleans and tell them that I'm human and I need help they won't listen. Do you know what Klaus will do? He will laugh in my face. Elijah hasn't been answering his phone and my sister has been in Prague all summer. To make matters worse, your brother left me in the dust."

He frowned. "Stefan, hasn't been with you?"

"Of course not!"

Damon stayed quiet for a few seconds. "That's a bummer. After you finish eating get out."

"Damon!" she said sounded desperate. "Please, let me stay here for a few days at least. I have no money, no clothes, no place to stay. I can't even afford a bag of Skittles! Please, help me."

Damon hesitated. "Not a word of this to no one, all right?"


"How the hell do you pick a fight on the first day of school?" Damon hissed a few hours later at the Grill.

Jeremy moodily responded. "They started it."

Silas cleared his throat. "Damon."

Damon widened his eyes. "Stefan, welcome home."

Silas smirked as he hugged Damon. "Thanks."

Damon offered him a drink. "Look, I know why you haven't called me all summer, I wouldn't call myself either."

"I'm over it," Silas clicked his glass against Damon's. "Cheers." He paused while he read his mind. "Elizabeth Mikaelson is living with you."

Damon stared at him confused. "How did-"

"I can read your mind," he laughed. "Just kidding, she called me."

Damon rolled his eyes. "Well, did she tell you how miserable she is right after Elena forced the cure down her throat?"

Silas smirked. "So she's human and the cure?"

"Ironic, huh?" he laughed. "The person that didn't want it, ended up getting it."

Silas smirked. "Ironic. Well, if you don't mind I'm going to visit my girlfriend, I'll see you at home."

-End of Chapter One-

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