It was april 5th 1867 when Eliza walked over to the stranger who was leaning over the lifeless body underneath him. Eliza couldn't really see what he was doing. A shiver rolled down her spine while she stepped closer. She was never afraid of anything or anyone but at this moment she was scared as hell but still, she kept stepping closer and closer. The man did not move untill something under her feet snapped. He moved faster then a normal human being and Eliza jumped back in shock. His face was beautiful, his cheekbones were perfectly straight and his eyes had a light blue color that were even brought out more by his dark hair. Her eyes became wide when she saw the blood around his mouth and on his white blouse. The handsome stranger moved his head to the right while licking the blood of of his lips and he signed. Eliza swallowd loudly and stepped back, he moved with her. He frowned, but it ddn't look like something he did often. His expression changed when Eliza stepped back even further. The confused frown was replaced by a weard grin before he jumped at her.
The way the two young lovers met was not really ordinary. When Damon had bit her the first time he couldn't stop, he had never tasted anything like her. But he fought the will and stopped when she was almost drained of blood. And that's when he looked at her, I mean really looked at her. She cloudn't die, she just couln't. He did not have a doubt when he bit himself in his wrist and but it against her lips. She drank his blood willingly.
Now, a 142 years later Eliza worked at a bar in Georgia where she also lived. Damon never knew she turned, he just thought he lost her and that it was his own fault. He truly did love her but after her 'death' he became what he was now. Eliza was humming to the music in the bar. She worked togheter with Bree, for over a year now. Eliza tied her hair up and put the last glasses away. "I'm finished, see you later Bree!" she said and grabbed her jacket. "Okay, bye Lizz see you tommorow!" Bree replied and Eliza turned around to wave one last time. When she turned back to the parking lott she saw a girl who looked a lot like a picture Damon once showed her. Katherine! Her mind yelled at her. She watched as the girl turned to someone. "A bar really?" Eliza listend patienly. "Yup" a new voice said. "Damon, I can't even get in, I'm too young"
"Yes, you can your with me" She could recognize this voice from anywhere. And anywhere was where she had to go now. But she couldn't move he was right in front of her. She HAD to get out of here, he thought she was death and that was going to stay that way.