Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story except Liza. All other characters belong to their rightful owners.

This story follows along the show as closely as I can get. It begins a few episodes before season two ends.

I waited for him, for hours I have waited. I rarely was able to see him and the one time I am, He is late! For this! Why must he have to do this?

I did exactly what I was instructed to do. I went and waited for him. The note that was left for me, gave me the date, time and place. It was the same place as usual, the difference that time was that the one place was my home. Well, not my actual home, but this life's home.

For over a thousand years I have been stuck in a loop of life. The curse that was put on his brother was the same culprit of my own. His powers were suppressed, never to be given back; mine was to relive my life till the age of 25—my human age now was 18. In the year of my 25th birthday of my first actual life, I was cursed and killed. Sticking me to that dying date.

Each time I died, I ended up being reborn into a new body—not knowing anything at all about my previous lives or my curse—until I hit the age of 16. That was the age I would begin to remember everything. Each time, by the age 16, I would end up looking close to my original form. For nine years, I was in a living hell. Yes, I was glad I knew what I went through and to be able to remember my loved ones, but it was all too much at once. To make it easier, as the memories started to slowly flood in my sixteenth year, I left myself clues.

Life after life, I still wished for this curse to be lifted off of us. Yes, I meant us. The curse put onto me and one of my fellow loved ones from centuries ago. He would become a hybrid, and me, well I would become what I was meant to be an Original. An Original with a little more power and could never be killed, at all. Like him as a hybrid. We were both abominations to nature, but we were close. I was actually close to all of his family.

As a child I was dearly close with Henrik, my sweet Henrik…

That was the last day I saw the Mikaelson family in whole. Esther changed her family to protect them, but instead made them into poor monsters—vampires.

And then there was me …

I was close with every single one of them. Due to the fact that Esther took care of me. When she changed her family she changed me too. She felt sorry for my fragile human state, so she changed me with magic from what was left of the items from their own transformation. Being part witch, the power I gained from the transformation intertwined with the magic I already owned inside of me. The spirits were scared of my power and made it so any further witch turned would lose their power forever. I was able to drink blood, but was also able to suck the energy of life from people. It was so very weird at first.

We were both cursed, one right after the other, Niklaus and I. He lived as a vampire forever ageless, with his werewolf side dormant, and me forever moving through the time of life. For the curse to be lifted, the ritual only had to be performed by one of us, but for it to work on us both, each of us had to drink from the Petrova doppelganger.

When I heard the news, I was happy and sad. They found her, the doppelganger. I could become whole again. I could see Elijah and Rebekah for all eternity, which was the happy part. The sad part was that I actually knew her when I lived in this town, her whole family actually. I hoped they get to her before Niklaus; he could care less about anyone but himself and kill her family. I do not want that to happen to the girl. Yet, being wtih Rebekah and Elijah was starting to weigh in, but not enough to kill an innocent. It's been tow, possibly three, life times since I heard from Rebekah. I missed her, we used to be so close as humans.

After Elijah and I discovered the paths we had to take to still be friends and see each other, he decided each year he would give me the same address for me to find. Once I got there, there would be a new note he would have placed for me beforehand. It was hard as lives would pass as I would remember each of my previously lives and I that I was alone, with no one who understood me.

A few dozen lifetimes after I got used to what was happening, and the clues, it became a bit easier finding him. Each time that I found Elijah, it was fun and heartbreaking. Almost every time we found each other or were close. We knew we had a short time together, but it was enough. He always told me he knew it was me because of my eyes. Elijah would tell me as a kid I had a puppy's brown eyes that would look black if I was happy. He was crazy.

I remember there was one time that I was able to see Nik. He seemed shocked, pissed and excited to see me all at once, it was usual for him. Rebekah was there also, that was actually the last time I saw her. Another man was there as well— he had dirty blonde hair, a sharp chin and green eyes. His appearance made him seem so sweet and broken inside, but that look would fool you. The man was hard and closed up; yes he was broken, but he seemed to have turned off his hope for everything, his humanity. I thought he "flipped the switch", but now thinking back on it, that was not the case. I now wondered who the boy truly was and if his heart ever got fixed.

My thoughts came back to my predicament. Elijah never was known to be late. This, was very late. I know he didn't always come back into my life, but I was so sure of it this time. Maybe next life … maybe …

I hopped off the car I had been sitting on and thought for a bit. I had no idea what I was going to do next.

I did grow up here this life time, so I might as well hang around for a bit. Leaving here was possibly one of the best things that ever could've ever happened to me. My current family decided to leave here when their oldest friends died. I was also close to their children, Gilbert children. That was until my memory fully came back into play, and then I became a "psycho", according to my mother. Too many thoughts would drive one person a bit estranged, don't you think? This time it was a bit too much of a rush. Too much for them to handle, I was just too much I guess.

They died a few months after my seventeenth birthday. We were taking a nature walk in Alps, a bear found us. Normally, if I read the news and saw "animal attack" I would think a vampire, but not this time, it was an animal. All of us got viciously attacked. I was the only survivor. It was a very hard time for me, being all on my own. That was only because I had not turned 25 yet. No matter how hard I tried I was unable to die before then. They were the only family had at the time. I did know of my previous family … but I just couldn't see them.

Last time was the first time I ever thought of to try and have a normal life, as normal as I could get. I didn't plan on being married or even have kids—I was unable to. I just planned to live as normally as I could.

I remember the day I died…I was out grocery shopping; when I came out I saw an oddly familiar man. He was tall and lean, with brooding shoulders, short dark brown hair, but the hair made him look like he was in the wrong era almost. He always seemed to be in the wrong era. When I saw him, I dropped my bags and ran across the intersection. There were honks and screams, none of which were coming from me. Last thing I saw was Elijah's face and hearing him say, "I missed you, Liza. I'll find…"

I shook off the memory and thought of the note. It was difficult, but I was trying to figure out if I may have missed something. The note that I found this time was written recent because it even said "I found her, and I shall find you."

I knew with her there would be Nik. Elijah had a vendetta against Nik because he took his family away from Elijah. He wanted him dead for the loss of every single one of them. Elijah's family meant everything to him. I had no idea what his plan for Nik was, nor will I ever, because sadly I cared for the monster as a friend, I could never tell with him.

Mystic Grill wasn't too far of a walk from the meeting point, so I decided to stop in and say hello to a few old friends. It's hard to tell where everyone would be, but I was in the mood for a bite to eat.

When I walked in I saw a familiar face. Behind the bar there was rusty blonde boy I knew. I swung my legs over a bar stool. "Well, I'll take a beer, and any hard liquor you got."

He was cleaning a glass with his back turned toward me, "I need to see some I.D…" Matt trailed off as he looked up at me. My brown eyes met his blue eyes. Matt put down his dishes and ran around the bar to give me a bear hug. It was so nice to see that boy again, we were such close friends back when I lived here. "Liz! How've you been?" Matt picked me up and spun me around like a rag doll.

Everyone I knew did that to me. I hated looking so tiny and fragile, everyone loved to pick me up. No one understood that I could take care of myself; I am a lot older than I look, by like a few centuries.

Matt set me down.

I paused and tried to think of the right words. There were so many emotions running through my body I couldn't think of the right ones I could say to him. "I've been good, I guess."

He gave me some sort of pity look. "Sorry about your parents ..."

I turned to face the bar. "So, how about that beer?" Avoiding the topic was the best thing for me. Anything uncomfortable I avoided. Always have, always will. I shoved my hands into my jean jacket pockets. My phone began to vibrate, it was short. It could not be a phonecall.

I didn't bother to look at it. If it was important they would leave a message and call again.

He returned behind the bar. "Coke and fries it is." Last time I saw Matt, he was more of a basketball buff than anything else. He didn't seem that way much anymore. It seemed as if he was more aware of his surroundings.

"Actually, no ..." I was hungry, I just didn't really have any money.

"Liz turning down food, you must be sick," he chuckled at himself. Always loving jokes. Matt joked around all the time. "Just coming for a hello?"

No "Yes, I missed you, Martini." None of us knew how that named came about. All we knew it was weird and something we rarely called him, unless you were me.

My stupid phone went off again alerting me that I had a voicemail. Sometimes this phone was aggravating when I was in the middle of something. Why would anyone call me, anyways? Who even had this new number? It was a cheap phone Elijah left for me…

I called my voicemail, hoping for Elijah. "Liza, I'm at a dinner party dealing with…"—Elijah's voice was strained as if he was too annoyed to deal with anyone—"an issue. Tonight I shall not make it. Go to the Lockwood mansion and tell her you're my guest." What is he thinking? Her? He must be confused. "Tomorrow, I'll meet you."

The message was over two hours old. How could I have missed a phone call... stupid phone! Next time I'm buying me a phone.

I gave my final farewell to Matt and headed to the Lockwood mansion.

I was excited to see Tyler Lockwood. We were close friends as kids, well before he turned into a giant douche. As kids, I was also a small buffer between Tyler and his dad. There were times where they both hated me for trying to stop it. They hated others that tried to intervene or even make comments towards how they act. Like them, I was never too good with other people, but that was due to my situation, but with them it was something different.