Darkening Soul

Lizzie Saltzman didn't know what to do with herself.

It was eight o'clock in the morning on a Monday and she was sitting in what was left of the living room of her best friend Alexei Mikhailovich's apartment drinking her third bottle of whiskey thinking about how everything she knew about herself and her life was a lie.

For as long as Lizzie could remember she was trying to understand what was wrong with her, at first she thought it was her bipolar disorder, never being in control of her emotions, and consequently never being able to control her magic, her mind playing tricks on her, deceiving her.

Every time she had an episode she would feel strange, her mind would feel strange. For a moment she was cold with ice, as if she wasn't able to feel anything anymore, didn't care about anything anymore, as if a piece was taken away as if the shards that were her soul were slowly coming together.

For brief seconds she felt an incredible euphoria of not caring.
But then the hangover hits and she felt horrible, she felt even more broken than before, she felt incomplete as if something inside her was missing.

It had been a week since she and Hope had tried to open the prison world to save Landon, or as Lizzie likes to call him the nuisance bird.

It had been a week since Lizzie's world had been turned upside down.

A week since the girl she had entrusted with her friendship and the safety of her sister, the girl she had secretly been in love with, had betrayed her in the worst possible way.

A week since Lizzie discovered that Hope Mikaelson wasn't the only one who betrayed her.

A week since she couldn't look her father in the eye without feeling her heartbreaking with the plea of the secret she discovered.

Lizzie can't remember exactly what happened after Landon showed up and destroyed the prison world, she only remembers watching the happy couple reunite completely dizzy and feeling an inexplicable pain in her head.

(Lizzie wasn't sure if the twist in her stomach was the effects of the black magic overdose she was having at the time or if it was seeing Hope and Landon kissing, probably both of them).

Lizzie only knows that with each passing minute the pain grew stronger. The pain she felt while sucking the dark magic from the prison world was almost a slap in comparison.

It was as if her head was being ripped open.

And then darkness.

Lizzie woke up in a dark place, everywhere Lizzie looked was endless darkness.

The only light in the place pointed to what appeared to be a person chained to a chair.

A single chain held the body, while the others lay on the floor wrapped around it as if they had somehow gotten loose.

Lizzie was a good ten feet away from the chair and she couldn't tell who the person was.

It didn't help that the chair had its back to her and the person had his head down.

Lizzie slowly approached the chair, turning around as slowly as possible, fearing that this person, this woman Lizzie discovered, was going to attack her at any moment.

Lizzie could see the long blonde hair priced in a waterfall braid, much like her mother used to do on her and Josie when they were children, the black turtleneck blouse, black leather jacket, jeans, and black boots, just like the ones she had stored in her locker at school.

Lizzie could feel shivers running down her spine.

"Hi." Lizzie said softly, afraid of what the other girl would do;