She scrubbed at her nails viciously as the freezing water pounded on her back. Tears fell down her face mixed with the shampoo that was dripping down her forehead. She couldn't get his blood off of her, it stained her hands and she just wanted it off. She couldn't completely comprehend what had happened, but she knew enough to realize she was a monster. She had walked away from the incident in a furious haze and ended up in the bathroom covered in in blood, and that frightened her.

He brought the beast out of her and she didn't like it. There was something about him that instantly made her blood boil and cringe. He sent her body into overdrive and she couldn't control herself. She shivered wildly, not because she was punishing herself with an ice cold shower, but because she remembered the way her body radiated when he had his body tight against hers. She couldn't be around him let alone live in the same house as him.

She got out of the shower and tears fell harder as she realized the blood on her hands was no longer Damon's. She was scrubbing so hard, she had nearly scrubbed her skin completely off. It burned for a few seconds before her body started to heal, leaving only a light red stain. She cursed at herself, for brief moment she wanted it to continue to burn. She couldn't deal with what had happened and deserved some sort of punishment.

She wrapped herself in a towel and walked into the bedroom. She sighed as she gazed around, half expecting to see Damon standing there waiting to pounce on her. He wasn't. She changed quickly, thankful that she hadn't taken the time to put all of her stuff away. She grabbed her makeup bags and small personal items from the vanity and out of the bathroom and threw them into the pink duffel, not caring if anything broke. She had no idea where she was going, but she couldn't stay here. Not with him.

She kept herself locked in her room for a while, no one bothered her and she was thankful. She just wanted everyone to leave so she could as well. She didn't want Stefan trying to stand in her way and didn't want to look Damon in the eyes. Her heart sank, she hadn't been here long and she knew she wasn't welcome, but part of her still wanted to stay.

It was only about five when she was certain no one was home anymore and she quietly gathered her things and made her way down the steps. There was barely a sound in the house, just the scratching from the trees outside. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and gazed around. For a split second she thought leaving a note would be good, but she didn't want Stefan to come after her. For some reason, he wanted her here and she couldn't understand why.

She heard footsteps coming up from the backyard and quickly made her way out of the house, shutting the door quietly behind her. She shivered as the cool air whipped her hair about her face and she quickly tossed her bags into the backseat. She pulled her keys out of her pocket and nearly slammed them into the ignition. She didn't want to be confronted and didn't want to have to explain what happened, because she couldn't. She felt bad about leaving without a good bye or an apology but she sped out of the driveway anyway.

She parked the car at the edge of Wickery Bridge for the fifth time in the last two hours. She tried to get out of Mystic Falls but couldn't bring herself to go over the decrepit bridge, it sent chills down her spine every time she neared it and she turned around. She sat there though, staring at the old bridge trying to figure out why she was so scared to cross it. She slowly got out of the car and locked the doors before making her way to the bridge, walking slowly and aware of her surroundings.

It was much colder by the creek and she clutched her leather jacket close to her, trying to keep the cold air from seeping through. It was just a bridge, an old rickety bridge. She crossed it once before when Stefan brought her here, she didn't understand why she couldn't cross it now. She stood still as she heard a whisper on the wind, a husky threatening tone calling her name. She turned in circles, the tall pine trees were swaying in the wind carrying the whispers further.

"Liliana," she turned as she heard the whisper call her name. She saw him standing on the edge of creek between the forest's edge and a path that led down a small hill. He was tall and husky, much like his voice, and he taunted her to come to him. She hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. He turned around and started walking away and she stopped as she noticed that he wasn't really walking, that is was more of a graceful glide.

She stopped for a moment, not sure if she should follow this mysterious man that was dressed in all black, but she sighed, she had nothing to lose. She looked around to make sure there was no around and back at him, but he was gone. Without thinking she took off after him, chasing a whisper in the wind down a rocky incline that led to the town's cemetery. She stopped when she reached the old rusty iron gate and looked around.

The gate was slightly ajar and she slipped through the small crack gracefully and wandered around. He had just disappeared and this aggravated her. She walked around the headstones careful not stop on anyone's grave and listened intently to her surroundings. Everything was still. The birds were no longer chirping. The squirrels were hiding in their holes. The trees were even to scared scratch up against one another. The wind did not blow and the stillness of the area sent a chill up and down her spine.

"Hello Liliana," His voice was russet and deep. She spun around quickly to see a middle aged man in crisp business suit standing behind her. His short hair was graying and his light blue eyes were murderous and frightening. The lines on his face gave him many years and from his overall appearance and stature, she knew exactly he was.

"Hello Mikael," she spoke with uneasiness. She slightly bowed to her elder and kept her gaze at the ground. She felt him step near her and he reached out with his hand and gently nudged her head upwards. She looked at him with curiosity, wondering how had managed to escape.

"I see you've been enjoying Mystic Falls as well?" He pulled his arm back and smiled at her. She had never met this man before, but Klaus had told her many stories of his upbringing and what he had went through at his father's hands. Mikael was already living up to the monstrosity that Klaus led her to believe he was and all he had to do was stare at her. She saw it in his eyes, the same murderous gaze that she had seen so many times in the eyes of Klaus.

"I was actually leaving," she said as she straightened her posture and held her head high.

"Do not be afraid of me, my dear. I would never dream of harming Niklaus' beloved whore." His words stung as her eyes went wide, the adrenaline rushed through her body and she could feel the blood rush to her eyes. Her gaze went red as her pupils fixated with anger. "Did I anger you?"

"I am no whore of Klaus'," she seethed as she clenched her fists.

"Calm down child, I know that my son cares deeply for you and you for him." He walked around her in circles, examining every inch of her taut body. "Though the things he has done to you has disgraced our family name far more than any."

"What do you want?"

"I believe the Salvatore boy is quite smitten with you as well," he teased.

"Leave Stefan out of this," she quickly threatened.

"I wasn't referring to Stefan, but it obviously shows that you have adapted feelings for someone other than my son."

Her body was screaming in agony, the need to rip him to pieces was growing and it hurt her to stand there and do nothing. Her body was stiff as he got closer every time he walked in front of her, his stench was decayed and it made her nauseous every time he passed her. She couldn't help but secretly question his meaning

"What do you want?"

"Your help, Liliana, you are the only one who can help me destroy the abomination that is Niklaus."

"You want me to help him kill him?" She nearly fell backwards. Her feelings for Klaus were mixed. She loved him dearly but also hated him with every bone in her body and killing him would be against everything she stood for. She wasn't a murderer, she may hurt people and threaten to kill someone, but actually killing someone is something she had never done before. Killing Klaus, someone she regrettably loved and cared for was something she wasn't willing to do. "I can't do that."

"My dear child," he brushed his rough cracked fingers against her delicate cheek, "You cannot kill Niklaus." He pulled his hand away and cocked his head as he examined her bloody eyes. "I do not even possess the power to destroy him completely, but I can free you of him."

"What do you mean?"

"Only one possesses the power to kill him and they no longer walk this earth, and until the day they do, I will be sure to put him in his rightful place."

"Rightful place?"

"Locked away Liliana, in the same tomb I was locked away in for hundreds of years."

"How are you going to do that?" She followed his movements carefully as he began to get angry. His hands twitched slightly and he began pacing back and forth in front of her, clearly he wasn't sure he could do it, but he had been hunting Klaus for years and he was convinced that he could stop him.

"That's where you come in." He stopped walking and turned towards her. He glared into her silver eyes that were no longer bloody and furious, they were questionable and curious. "You must stay here in Mystic Falls."

"You're out of your mind," she turned to walk away but he grabbed a hold of her by her hair and pulled her back around towards him. He grabbed ahold of her neck with his rough and cracked fingers and slammed her head against the headstone cracking it in half. Her eyes burned as she clenched them shut, trying so hard to fight back the urge to hurt him. "I am not going to help you kill Klaus."

"I think you are, because if you don't," He held tightly around her neck as he pulled a beautiful polished wooden stake out of his coat and examined it like it was a precious diamond. He looked back at Lily who was no wide eyed and pissed and sunk it deep into her chest. Her knees buckled as she felt it pierce her heart and she grabbed tightly around his wrist fighting with him to pull it out. "If you don't my dear, I will kill every last one of your friends in the shitty little town."

"What makes you think I care?" She spat at him as he dug deeper into her chest, obviously a lot stronger than her.

"Well how about this for a deal," He pushed his body against hers and through all his weight behind the stake and she gasped as a sharp pain shot up her back and neck. "You stay here and keep your friends entertained and I will give you the freedom of normality."

"What do you mean?"

"I can take away everything that harms you Liliana, I can make you human." He smiled as he began to twist the dagger. She stopped fighting him as he finally gave her something worth staying for.

"How," She growled as he let go of the stake and stepped backwards.

"Don't you worry about that, all you have to do is stay in Mystic Falls until I have Klaus and then I can give you what you really want." He walked away from her slightly

"How do I know what you're saying is true, you just tried to kill me!"

"Everyone knows you cannot die Liliana,"

"… Please stop calling me that." She sat down on the ground and settle against the broken tombstone, guilt flooded her body as she continued to disrespect the grave. She pushed hard against the tomb as she tried to pull the stake out of her chest, but unfortunately it was as if it was stuck. "Get this out of me," she demanded as her chest started to burn.

"Are you going to stay in Mystic Falls?"

"If I say yes will you pull it out?" She was desperate to get it out of her. It was burning like nothing she had ever felt before and slowly creeping throughout her whole body.

"You say yes and I let your friends live."

"There not my friends."

"Such a stubborn little girl you are."

"Fine I will stay, just get this thing out of me!" She screamed at him. He walked forward and took hold of the stake and ripped it from her chest. She screamed out in pain as her was ripped from her chest but she stood tall none the less. She watched in horror as Mikael examined her black heart as it slowly started to crystalize.

"I'd say you have about twenty minutes before your heart turns to stone so I suggest you pull out all your grim wires and try to keep it beating." He said with a smile.

"What did you just do to me?" She growled as she ripped open her shirt and examined the healed flesh. She felt no different but as she stared at her heart that was slowly turning to stone she felt her humanity begin to fade and the urge to murder him began to grow even stronger.

"If your heart dies and you still stand you will have no humanity left, so I suggest you run along to the motel room I have set up for you and try your hardest to link it to your body."

"You're a dick." She simply spat at him and reached for her staked heart. He pulled it away quickly and wagged his scaly finger in her face.

"Apologize, my dear Liliana." She cringed as he said her name.

"I'm sorry Mikael," she whispered in a disgusted manner and ripped her heart from his hands. She didn't waste any time as she ran off heading towards her car. Tears spilling down her cheeks as she stumbled. Her head was filling with dizziness and she couldn't move as quick but she was hurrying as fast as she could.

"Room 34," he called after her but she was already out of sight.