I don't own ABC, General Hospital, Kick Ass, Charlie's Angels, Anything Avengers (Black Widow in particular), Anything Ironman, Anything from Twilight, the Resident Evil Franchise, Batman Returns/Catwoman or the Movie Lucy and the characters, narratives and overarching themes therein. Many of my concepts come from these movies and TV shows are inspired in some way. This is a Liason Fic, and in many ways will be extraordinary. Thanks for putting up with me. This is a very angst filled fic. There's a lot of hurt and misunderstanding. If you're looking for an immediate happy ending it's not going to happen. If you're a fan of Sam this is not a fic for you.

To answer a few questions: Elizabeth is a hybrid vampire. Her blood is mixed with the T-Virus, from Resident Evil. I renamed the T-Virus, the L-Virus, since Helena bought the Company Out in this story, and if there's an Outbreak, everyone will blame Luke.

Have fun with the Punny name from the Medical Examiner's Office!

When I say part zombie, think Alice from Resident Evil

( For Elizabeth's look, think Batman Returns: Selena Kyle/Bruce Wayne scene in Gotham down near the lighting of the Christmas tree)

Chapter 4.) A Life Not Well Loved by Others

Elizabeth's dreamscape

'What's happening to me?' She felt like she was burning alive with venom that had been working in her system, coupled with the L-Virus. The visions in her mind seemed so real. It was like a reel, of everything that had happened to her over the course of her life. The feelings of inadequacy as a child, the abandonment by her parents, the isolation. The rape and its damage.

The death of Lucky, and his return, and rebuke.

The love of Jason, her rejection, her fear, her acknowledgement that she loved him all along.

The lies Ric told, the hurt and the pain. The loss of their child. The relationship built on lies.

The death of Zander and the child left behind.

The rekindling of her relationship with Lucky and the obligations that once entailed. The lies and manipulations. The lock broken, no longer in a permanent chokehold around her heart.

The love of Jason and the children they created. Her soulmate choosing the enemy, and the heartache it caused. Her mind working to free itself from the pain. 'I feel it slipping...slipping away. The control is slipping.'

Elizabeth was inundated with visions of Courtney hitting her with the car, Ric drugging her with birth control pills, Faith poisoning her, pushing her down the stairs, and trying to kill her with a venomous snake. Anthony Zacchara on the parapet and at the hospital threatening her, visions of Helena making vailed threats throughout the years, visions Jerry Jacks, the fun one, threatening her during the hostage crisis, shooting Robin, her sister. She had visions of Sonny demeaning her feelings for Jason and questioning her loyalty, someone who was once a friend that turned his back on her. Visions of Carly and the abuse she endured from her over the years both physically and verbally, and finally visions of Sam. Sam telling her that Jake was dead and they were alike, pretending to save her at the park from the gunmen, Sam stabbing her and leaving her to die, Sam working with Jerry Jacks, Sam being a Cassadine, Sam with Jason…Sam with Jason. Her hate intensifying for a life lived where she gave love and in return received very little from the people around her. She couldn't hear them, but she could see them and remember the conversations.

Her breathing picked up as did her heart rate. 'What's happening to me? I feel rage. I feel… alive.'

Her last vision was the betrayal of Jason, and the birth of Isabella and then the reel stopped. Elizabeth's eyes opened…and they were a cold, starved, indigo blue.

August 28th, 2009 Pre-dawn hours

"Duh-da, duh-da, duh-da," the room echoed the sound of a heartbeat. It was slow and steady.

"Looks like she has a heartbeat again," Robin said observing her sister on camera from the other end of the compound.

"Thank God, it's been a day and half," Anna said nervously pacing the room.

"Yeah, and if you look closely, her body is starting to heal. She's not as emaciated as she was before and her hair, it looks well…voluminous, I guess would be the right way to describe it."

After a minute, respiration could be heard, "Is she breathing, Robin?"

"Respiration started back up, just like I thought it would. Although, it's a bit slow and shallow at the moment."

"Great job, you were right!" Anna said, hugging Robin from behind.

"Of course, I was. I'm always right!" Robin said jokingly.

"So true," Anna said beaming.

"Isabella is asleep. Her growth rate is impressive to say the least. I haven't seen anything like it. She was born with her bottom teeth already breaking through the skin. She can sit up on her own. Like a six month old. Elizabeth is not going to believe how far along this child is, and Isabella takes everything in."

"I know. When's awake she's always alert. She's a good baby too, she doesn't even cry, she just tries to suckle when she's hungry.

The machine beeped because Elizabeth's heart beat picked up.

"Her heart just sped up, why did it do that?"

"Not sure, she has a chip inserted at the back of her neck. Let me see if I can get a read out on it," Robin said. After a minute Robin analyzed the read out, "Huh, she's dreaming."

"Dreaming? I wonder what about?"

After a few minutes her breathing sped up more as did her heart.

Suddenly, it seemed she was healed, all visible signs of illness gone. Elizabeth's curves restored. Her emaciated body was no more, her skin was shimmering in the dim light of the room. Her face once taut and sunken in due to the toll taken by her pregnancy was restored, just as the vampires from Forks said she would be.

Elizabeth's eyes began to flutter into consciousness.

Anna and Robin were startled at the color of Elizabeth's eyes, no longer were they sapphire that once indicated her hunger, now they were a darker illuminated indigo blue. It was a haunting sight to behold.

Jason's PH two days after Elizabeth disappeared -End of February 2009- Elizabeth's death seems certain.

Sitting in his penthouse, consumed by the overwhelming guilt, Jason poured another shot of tequila, 'Two days,' he thought. It had been two days since he threw the love of his life out the door without hearing so much as a peep from his men, indicating that they hadn't heard anything regarding her whereabouts. Sonny chose to leave him alone, knowing better than to ask him to do anything. Carly had been by, urging Jason to eat and not lose hope, and while she didn't encourage the match between Elizabeth and Jason she had softened slightly given all that had happened with Michael's coma. She finally seemed to understand what he and Elizabeth were trying to protect; not that it mattered now. With Elizabeth's disappearance along the Cameron's and Jacob's, every dream he'd ever been lucky enough to have disappeared too. Spinelli had been putting in long hours trying to find Elizabeth and the boys.

There was currently no footage of Elizabeth leaving the building. He had footage of him escorting her out of his penthouse, but Spinelli hadn't been able to isolate the audio. The parking garage was littered with cameras, but none showed Elizabeth leaving. 'Something happened in the garage, but I don't know what,' Jason thought. The answers were alluding him.

Jason had seen Sam once yesterday, as she and Spinelli had teamed up to start a P.I. business. Sam was forever lurking, constantly waiting to prove herself. Sam had even offered to help track Elizabeth, the boys and Mrs. Hardy, of course, Jason was aware of the obvious truth, that all the tracking was being completed by Spinelli, but if it kept Sam out of his way then what did he care.

His cell phone rang and Carly's picture popped up, "Morgan," Jason answered.

"Turn on the news, there's something coming on regarding Elizabeth," Carly said.

"What channel?" Jason asked.

"Channel 3," Carly said.

"Fine, I'll be watching."

"Okay. Do you need me to come over?"

"No, don't bother. We both know how much you care about Elizabeth."

"Jase, that's not fai-," Carly started to say as she was hung up on.

Jason listened as the news anchor started talking, "In other news, we bring you up-to-date coverage on a story we've been working on for the past two days. Maria Alvarez is on-site, what can you tell us Maria?"

"Well Shelby, I'm standing off of the Cliff Roads just north of Port Charles, where OR Nurse Elizabeth Webber's vehicle was found two days ago. What we do know is that, at some point after 9:00 pm on Wednesday night, Elizabeth Webber appeared to have had an altercation on the side of the road. My source at the PCPD indicates that Ms. Webber put up a major fight for her life. It appears that the fight was so severe, that Ms. Webber's blood was left everywhere, especially on the side of the road. Hold on it appears that the Medical Examiner is going to make a statement," Maria stated.

"Good Evening, I'm Dr. Myra Maines of the Medical Examiner's Office of Port Charles. I would like to thank the local police department and state deputies, along with the F.B.I. for their continued assistance in this ongoing investigation. It appears that at some point during the struggle Elizabeth Webber lost at least 2 pints of blood. We are not certain at this point how the injuries occurred. What we can tell you is that, at the time that the attack took place Elizabeth Webber was nearly 3 months pregnant. The DNA indicates that had Nurse Webber not suffered such severe blood loss she would've given birth sometime in August of this year. At this time, we believe that it is unlikely that both Elizabeth Webber and her unborn child are still alive."

Jason tuned the rest out as his breath caught in his throat and tears came to his eyes, "That's why she broke the promise. That's why she was here. She came to tell me, and in my arrogance I shoved her away thinking that she wanted to get back together. Seeing how she was pregnant she probably wanted that too, but I threw her out of my penthouse. Elizabeth and our unborn baby. What have I done?" Jason said collapsing into his chair.

Jason had been wracking his brain for the last two days wondering who from his world would hurt her. Obviously, the Zacchara's had no sense of boundaries. The traditional mafia code meant nothing to them, as they had proven repeatedly. Elizabeth left unprotected would have been easy to harm. As he sat there, the tears that had been at bay for the last few minutes were now coming in a steady stream. 'I threw her away, and someone hurt her and our baby.'

2011- Spring a month after the previous Attack by Trevor Lansing, on Renaldo, Francis, Johnny Zacchara, and Michael Corinthos Jr.

The streets were bustling with traffic, and the sidewalks weren't much better in downtown Port Charles. Eliza along with her cousin and her best friend, Georgianna Jones and Emily Quartermaine decided that they were ready to reemerge from the shadow life they were living and start reclaiming their lives. When Elizabeth found them nearly a year earlier, they'd been experimented on and nearly starved. Elizabeth decided that since they were already part vampire, that she would change them completely giving them an opportunity to heal as she had done. They were living in limbo, waiting for the next atrocity or violation that they would have to endure, but thanks to Eliza Hardy, that day never arrived.

Not to say that there wasn't hardship. It was abundantly clear that everyone that the three women loved and held dear had moved on, in the presumptions of their deaths'. Eliza was meeting someone in town, someone who had no idea who they were meeting with. She was here to make an acquisition on behalf of herself and the other ladies. This meeting was planned out to take place weeks from now, but with all that had transpired earlier in the day, Eliza determined it was time to move up their timetable, and perhaps gain an ally.

She was facing a store front window when the limo pulled up on the corner. Her sunglasses concealing her eyes. Eliza's hair bleached and set in curls just above her shoulder. She was sporting a black plain belt pleated coat, with a flowing cap sleeved dress, both of which ended at the knee.

Seeing the limo's reflection in the glass, Eliza turned around walked over to the limo at a human pace. The limo was tinted, the front seat passenger got out and made his way to the back door of the limo.

"Hello, Francis," Eliza said with a genuine smile. He was after all a dear friend.

"Hello, Sweet Girl," Francis replied before opening the door. Francis held Eliza's suede leather glove in his hand in order for her to get in easily. Not that she needed it, but the gesture was always appreciated. He immediately became aware that despite the gloves, Eliza's temperature was lower than it used to be, not too much but enough for him to notice.

Eliza sat down, and looked at them man across from her as Francis shut the door behind her. She had a great deal of contempt for this man, but that didn't mean they couldn't haggle over the price of Deception. Her sunglasses blocking most of her face. Her big sassy curls blocking most of the rest of her face to add with her posh, faux, British accent.

"Mr. Corinthos," Eliza said nonplussed.

"Ms. Hardy. I must say I was surprised to hear from a woman of your caliber."

"Were you?" Eliza said giving him a quizzical brow and nothing more.

"Are you by any chance related to the Hardy's that used to live in this area and help build up this town?"

"I know of their existence, but that's not really what I'm here to discuss."

"What are you here to discuss? Begging your pardon it's just that you seem… so familiar to me."

"I get that a lot," Eliza responded in a cheeky manner, "I'm here to discuss buying out Deception from you. I know you acquired it in the divorce from the former Mrs. Caroline Corinthos now Jacks. I'd like to take it off of your hands if you'll let me for a fair price."

"Eleven Million," Sonny stated.

"We're in an economic downturn Mr. Corinthos," Eliza replied, "$7.5."

"$10.5 and not a penny less," Mr. Corinthos countered.

"7.5 And I tell you where Morgan Corinthos is, what happened to him, how we saved him, how you owe me already, and whose dirty in your organization."

"Why you bitc…" Sonny started,

"Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Corinthos. You're not in charge of this meeting. Do you want to know where Morgan is or not? I don't have to tell you. After all, I owe you nothing. I'm doing you the favor," Eliza said wagging her red polished right index finger at him.

Sonny nodded his head at her.

"Fine, but what you learn here stays in the Limo," Eliza said, "Are we agreed?

Sonny nodded his head, but called Francis at the front of the limo, "Get a twenty on Ritchie and Morgan. Make sure he made it to daycare okay."

"Yes, sir," Francis replied before hanging up.

"I work for the WSB, Mr. Corinthos. I'm sure you've heard of Anna Devane," Eliza said coming out of her faux British accent.

Sonny nodded his head again.

"Good. I've been out on a mission for the last few days. My associates and I have had our eyes on Deception for the last few months. We need a base of operations, a business, and a legitimate one. Something to come back to since everyone thinks we're dead." Eliza said.

"I knew you looked familiar, Elizabeth." Sonny said.

"Before you get any ideas about how you're going to snow me in this meeting Sonny, let's clear some things up. Remember this stays here. My name really is Eliza now, and you owe me for saving Michael, Francis, and Johnny from your own bad judgment of getting involved with Trevor Lansing and Anthony Zacchara. I faced a hell of a reprimand coming to their defense. Though, I have to say that I'd do it again."

"That was you?" Sonny said with a smirk, unbelieving, "I'm listening," noting the change Elizabeth's entire demeanor. Gone was the sweet, sensitive woman that he once knew. Taking off her sunglasses and glaring back at him with Amber hued color eyes that gave away nothing and a smirk that revealed one very pointed canine.

"Glad to have your attention. Surely, you know that the WSB has been focusing and taking down organized crime worldwide?"

"I've noticed an uptick in alleged crime families that have now been arrested," Sonny said.

"Glad you're still so astute. Well you're looking at the woman responsible for 90% of those take downs in the last year."

"This meeting is over," Sonny said.

"Sonny, I'm not here in an official capacity, and there are some things you really do need to know, or at least hear me out on. I'm here to talk, all you have to do is listen. Do you think you can manage that? We were once friends," Eliza asked.

Sonny merely nodded yes, because this woman supposedly knew where Morgan was. 'Ring, ring,' the limousine phone rang, and Sonny answered it.

"I've tried Ritchie twice with no success," Francis said.

"Try again," Sonny replied.

Due to Eliza's sensitive hearing, she picked up the entire conversation and decided to interrupt, "Don't bother. I killed Ritchie an hour ago Sonny with my bare hands, for being the spineless jerk that he was. He left your son Morgan to die. You don't know this because the news didn't even report it, but Ritchie and Morgan were attacked on the way to his camp this morning by Zacchara's few remaining loyal men. Morgan was struck twice, when Georgie happened upon the scene. Do you really think Georgie would let anything happen to her cousin?"

"Georgie's alive?" Sonny asked.

"Yes, as is Emily, and Morgan in case you were interested in him," Eliza reminded him of his son's injury with sarcasm since the man was so easily distracted, "Georgie got him the care he needed and will continue to need, but it comes at a steep price to our little coven."

"How injured was my son?" Sonny asked.

"Two shots: one to the thoracic cavity and one to the lower abdomen. His situation a few hours ago was very grim. Like I said, it was fortunate that Georgie happened upon the scene or Morgan wouldn't have made it."

"What have you done to him?"

"Morgan's a little more like us now. It was the only way to save him in time since he were so far out of town."

"What does that mean, 'a little more like you now'?" Sonny asked.

"It means that Morgan's a little bit…undead," Eliza said smiling at Sonny showing off her very elongated set of upper canines.

Seeing this alarmed Sonny and he scooted back with urgency.

"Relax, would you? I've already eaten, and I try my very best to hunt game like deer, not humans. Not that you don't smell delicious," Eliza said while licking her top lip as if a porterhouse steak was sitting in front of her instead of a well-dressed Cuban, "I just have made it a point not to feed on the blood of the same species as my sons."

"Your eyes. They're so different, so citrine in color," Sonny observed.

"Ah yes, a bi-product of my Vampire Genes. Be thankful, they're not indigo blue, otherwise you really would be more tempting. I suppose it's a sort of hunger barometer, that and pain."

"About my son, when will I get him back?" Sonny asked.

"Hard to tell really, the healing apparatus that I was placed had me in there for about 4 and half months. We have to get him healed and then we'll have to train him on how to hunt. You don't want to bring unnecessary attention to him do you? The vampire world has covens that operate like mafia's of the human world, Sonny," Eliza answered as she leaned forward tilting her head in amusement.

"Would you stop looking at me as if I'm on the menu?" Sonny asked completely insecure in the situation.

"Certainly, Sonny," Eliza smiled at him genuinely, "I promise that I don't mean you any harm. My contract with the WSB stipulates that I will never go after your organization, directly or indirectly."

"Why?" Sonny asked.

"Do you really have to ask that question, Sonny?"

"No, I suppose not. It's just…You haven't asked about him," Sonny said.

"Why would I? He's thinks I'm dead. He's moved on."

"Your last encounter was…," Sonny said.

"I'm not here to discuss that with you. You have dirty people in your organization. I'm giving you a list and I suggest that you look into them. Don't use Spinelli, he's not dirty but his loyalty is Sam, not you."

"Why are you doing this? What's in it for you really?"

"I want Deception and you're going to give it to me for 7.5, Sonny."

"That's not what I mean and you know it. I mean why give me the list, why not turn your back on Jason and I? I know you've been more loyal to us than we've been to you."

"You know why? Do we have a deal or not?" Eliza asked.

"Yes," Sonny said extending his hand. Eliza shook it in turn, and handed him the list, "Don't double cross me Sonny, you've seen what I can do. I would much rather have you as an ally than as an enemy. I will let you know about Morgan's progress. It will be slow going at first, but he will be the strongest little boy before this is all over."

"Let's hope so, and thank you for taking care of him," Sonny said.

"Happy to help. By the by, you can be the one to talk to Carly about where Morgan's staying. Please don't mention me, I need to get your son well without unnecessary distractions," Eliza stated.

"That's fine, I'll come up with something," Sonny replied, "And I'll contact Diane."

"I'll be in touch, ciao!" Eliza said as she placed her sunglasses back on and opened the limo door with confidence.

Five Minutes after Sonny's Limo leaves-

"Eliza-Elizabeth? Oh my God, you're alive!"

"Jasper Jacks! How are you?"

TBT.