Secrets of a Salvatore Sister

Because I'm a Survior

After I ran away from home back in 1864 I came across a small town. Hungry and exhausted I decided to stop for the night. I headed to a small tavern and ordered myself some food, my plan being to run away after I eat since I didn't have any money to pay with. My food came and I ate it up quickly and got ready to dash. I made it out the back door but one of the workers saw me and grabbed me. He told me I forgot to pay and when I told him that I didn't have any money he let go of me. I don't know what it was but somehow it was like he was looking into my soul. He just shook his head and told me to follow him. He lead me up to a room above the tavern and told me I could stay there until I got up on my feet. The worker than headed towards the door but I stopped him asking,"What's your name?" I figure if he was going to be so nice to me I might as well know his name. The man smiled and said, "My name is Henry."

Henry and I soon became fast friends but then...it went downhill. During our time together Henry developed a crush on me and he was desperate for my affection, affection that I couldn't give. And to top it off he was a vampire. So, one night while I was sleeping he came into my room and bit into his wrist feeding me his blood. I awoke with a start and he looked down at me and whispered, "I just want to be together forever." Henry snapped my neck.

Later when I woke up he forced a girl's neck to my mouth and before I could process what was happening I was draining her. Henry knew a witch who made me a daylight ring and soon he taught me how to control the hunger but it didn't take long for me to get the hang of it, I was a natural.

I was mad at Henry for forcing this on me and when he became more possessive I knew I needed to leave and so I did. One night I ran and never looked back. For weeks after I never stopped moving, fearing what Henry might do if he found me. I knew he loved me but I simply didn't love him and his love drove him crazy.

I finally decided to rest in a city that was new and blossoming, New Orleans. It didn't take long for me to fall in love with the city.

I swiftly befriended some of the witches, even though I was a vampire, they said I had a kindred soul and took me in. One night, I decided to go to a party with my friends Anna and Mary. The music was loud and people were dancing, it was magnificent. It was at this party that I met The Originals.

Anna, seeing some friends from the shelter she worked at, went to speak with them, leaving Mary and I to ourselves. Mary and I chatted, and eventually, Anna and one of friends, Grace, came over and sat with us. As the women spoke, I let my gaze drift around the party. I took in the deep scarlet ribbons strung from the ceiling and the shine of the lights against the brass of the musicians' instruments until I spotted two handsome men by the bar. One with rich brown hair and another with a more blonde shade. I didn't realize that I was staring until the blonde caught my eye. I quickly looked away and tuned into the conversation Anna, Grace, and Mary were having. They were talking about some of the new dresses they bought but soon they quieted down, looking over my shoulder. Confused about their sudden silence I turned to see what they were looking at, only to see the blonde haired man I caught eyes with heading in our direction. As he walked up to our table he smiled down at me before extending his hand asking, "Would you care to dance?" Too flustered to speak I simply took his hand before following him to the dance floor. He twirled me before looking into my blue eyes intently. I kept my face neutral.

"My is Niklaus Mikaelson, but my friends call me Klaus. May I ask of yours, love?" I raised an eyebrow at the word love, I had never heard someone say that before as a term of endearment.

"Liliana," I reply simply.

"No last name?" Niklaus asks me, raising his own eyebrow in amusement. He twirls me once more.

I've heard stories of my brothers through my travels and I've heard of Stefan becoming the Ripper. I was still mad at them and didn't want to be linked to them so I simply smirked up at Niklaus before replying,"Do you need one?" I question confidently. Niklaus just smirks back and we continued to dance.

Niklaus, or Nik as I've grown to call him, soon became once of my best friends along with Elijah. Rebekah, once Nik undaggered her after for her previous discrepancies with Marcel, became my friend too. Though we still had our differences, which could result in conflict. At these times, Elijah would step in. Nik taking my side as always.

Then, there was Marcel. Marcel, who was Rebekah's lover and Nik's "adoptive son", was a good friend of mine. We shared a special bond, and it wasn't long before the Mikaelson's took me in. I soon learned a lot about their family, like how they're the first vampires, and they started to become like family to me, especially since I wasn't fond of my blood family. One thing that I liked most is that they never pushed me to tell them about my past, sure they were curious, but they realized that I would tell them in my own time.

Nik wasn't only my best friend. He also became my lover. I couldn't pinpoint when it exactly happened, but it did. We would go on romantic strolls and when we went to parties we would dance all night. I think at some point I actually loved him but that soon changed.

We had decided to go to the opera one night, Nik and Rebekah went ahead while I finished getting ready, Elijah and Marcel staying back at the house with me. Then Mikael, the Mikaelson's father, came. It happened quite fast. I heard Elijah's scream and went running to find him and I saw Mikael standing over his body. I was going to run to find Nik when Mikael saw me and staked me in the stomach, snapping my neck.

When I woke next, I was staked to a podium on the opera house stage in front of everyone while they screamed of terror of the fire. I was so weak but I knew that I had to be strong to survive. Grabbing the stake in my chest, that if you moved another centimeter to the left would've been in my heart, I tried to pull it out. It took me a few tries but eventually I dropped to the floor. By now the flames have grown in size and if I didn't get out soon I would die. Pulling myself to my feet I was about to run when I saw Marcel. He was also staked. Running over to him without a second thought I pulled the stakes out of him before vamp speeding out of the opera before it exploded right behind me. I gasped for air before I fell unconscious.

Days past as Marcel and I waited for the Mikaelson siblings to return, but to no luck. They had left us to die. My anger grew and I knew one day I'd get my revenge. I left the city that night, leaving only a note behind addressed to Marcel. The simple words of "I'm sorry."

I didn't know where I was going to go but it didn't matter. I had no home and no family but I would be okay, because I'm a survivor.