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My name is Helen

Paris, France 1650

Kol's POV

My family had not been long settled here since father chased us out of our last home. My family and I quickly adjusted to life here. It was currently pleasant with Rebekah currently fawning over some French man she had met out in town.

The streets of Paris was currently quite busy much to my enjoyment. People were moving quickly trying to get their holiday shopping out of the way. I paused feeling someone tap my hand.

"Excuse me, good sir, my name is Helen. I was wondering if you would like me to give you a palm reading." I stared at the woman.

She was old but I could not place for certain her age. She had long grey hair that was untamed and knotted. She had slight wrinkles on her face and the palest skin. I was about to turn her down but I figured what the hell. I had some time to kill and I did not feel like putting up with my family at the moment.

"Sure, why not." She slowly took my hand.

I grew concerned when her eyes slowly turned completely white. Everything around me suddenly went dark. In a pool of darkness there was just us and no one else. My senses seemed to dull with every passing moment. I could not help but think what the hell did I get myself into.

I quickly tried to break my hand free of her grasp but it was iron clad.

"She will be yours, she is your soul mate. You will protect her as much as she will protect you. She will be yours and yours alone, Kol Mikaelson. Her eyes the color of lapis lazuli, a deep dark blue, with flecks of gold and shining almost like sapphire. Her hair a dark brown barely skimming her hips. She will beautiful but so very insecure. She will be troubled and yours alone. She will be Jolie. You will not know why but you will want to protect her from the beginning. You may fight it but she is and will be yours, forevermore." Her voiced echoed in my head so dry and bitter yet soothing to the ear.

Everything soon went back to normal. Instead of darkness I found myself back on the streets of Paris. Once again surrounded by the bustling movement on the street. The only difference is that old woman, Helen, was nowhere in sight. I could not help but wonder if the lunatic old bat had been a witch.

Jolie's POV present day (June 22, 2010)

I barely winced as I put another shallow cut on my wrist. I made sure they were shallow, ever since Elena somehow cut me one time she sometimes checks for scars. I make sure they aren't deep enough to scar just deep enough to take the edge off.

I sounded like a junky but I didn't care. Cutting was like my crack. Before Jenna died I had been clean at least six months, but now I just couldn't fight it anymore.

My world was spiraling down around me and there was nothing I could do to stop it. My siblings were never around so I was left alone. I didn't have friends to hang out with, so this was the best thing I had.

Shallow cuts were starting not to get the job done anymore. Aunt Jenna always wondered why I never had a permanent scar. Dad use to say it was because I was too healthy and my body was in good shape and could easily repair the damage.

Part of me wanted to have a scar just so I could be uglier. People tell me I'm pretty but I just can't see it. When I look in the mirror all I see are flaws and scars that I hide on the inside.

I quickly bandaged my arm. Elena was currently forcing me to go to her birthday party. I pulled on an outfit Jenna had bought me. We were planning to go to a concert together but…she died before we could go. The outfit was a long sleeve grey crop top, a black pleated skater skirt, and short black gladiator sandals.

I put on some beige lipstick and some mascara. I looked at myself in the mirror all made up. This girl didn't look like me, maybe she wasn't me at all. For a split second she looked pretty and happy. Soon she looked more like me scared, lonely, and insecure.

By the time I got there the party was already a full blown rave. I didn't like parties they weren't my thing. I made my way through the crowd of horny and drunk teenagers. I held myself tightly until I found Jeremy and Matt except they were getting high. I wasn't one to judge considering my little problem as I'll put it gently.

"Whoa." I looked at Matt with a raised eyebrow. I looked around to see what he was staring at. I turned around just in time to Jeremy hitting him on the arm.

"Dude you've already dated one sister, let's not make it both." I was confused at what he meant by that but I ignored it.

"Have you guys seen Elena?" I looked at them hoping they weren't too high. I didn't like hanging out with stoners. I just couldn't stand the smell it really got to me. It started to feel like I was getting a second hand high or something. I finally found Elena outside with Damon and Alaric.

"Hey." I looked at Damon who gave me a long drawn out hey. He was like that when he got flirty. If it wasn't Damon I'd probably get all flustered like I use to do around him. Then I realized Damon flirted with everything in a skirt and then some.

"I thought you were having a small party." I commented. If it was going to be this big I wouldn't have come.

"Yeah that was the plan but Caroline had other ideas." I could tell Elena wasn't in the mood for a big party.

I took a sip of beer thinking just once I would like it. I didn't. I instinctively made a sour face. I couldn't handle beer or hard liquor. I could hear Alaric, Damon, and Elena laughing it up at my expense.

"Well at least one person here won't be getting drunk." Alaric took the cup from me and finished it himself.

"I could get drunk if I wanted to." I muttered before turning to leave.

I could barely make it out but I heard Damon whisper "I smell blood", I didn't really understand why he would say that. I thought my ears were playing tricks on me.

Before I could react Elena grabbed my arm and forced my sleeve up. She stared down at the bandages with a look that said 'I can't deal with this right now'.

"How did this happen? Are you cutting again?" I looked down at her face praying mine didn't give me away. Yeah I had to look down at my big sister. Elena was around 5'6 while I towered over her at 5'9.

"No. I was playing with the Chan's cat and it scratched me earlier." That was a lie, I knew and Damon knew it. I didn't know how he knew it but he always seemed to know when I was lying and it was annoying.

Before Elena could say anything else I managed to get my arm out of her grasp. I left the party and made sure not to look back at them. They didn't know what I was going through and it was hard to explain and they just wouldn't understand.

I was almost home when I saw this little elderly lady. I couldn't resist seeing if she was okay or needed help.

"Excuse me are you okay." I hoped my voice didn't come out shaky because I was on the verge of tears and I was naturally quite shy around new people.

"Yes, yes thank you for asking dear. I was on my way to the cemetery to pay someone a visit. My goodness what pretty eyes you have." Her voice was warm like honey. I could feel my cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

"No they aren't that pretty. They're actually pretty freakish." At least I thought so. I'd never met anyone with eyes like mine. At times they didn't even seem real.

"When some compliments you its rude to refute them. Just smile and say thank you." I could feel myself growing even more embarrassed at her words.

"Thank you." I gave a shy smile.

"Tell you what why don't I read your future for you. My name is Helen." I stared at Miss Helen and for the first time I looked at her appearance in entirety.

She was a short woman. She was elderly but I couldn't place her age. She had long grey hair that wasn't tamed and it looked a little bit knotted. She had beautiful grey eyes though.

"Um…okay sure." I didn't want to be rude and refuse her kindness like I had done with her compliment. She took my hand rather gently in her own.

I immediately began to panic as everything went dark and her eyes turned completely white. The woods disappeared and so did the road, everything was submerged in darkness except for me and her. It was like were floating in nothingness.

"You are his forever his. He is your soul mate. You can run and hide but you two are fated to be. He is yours Jolie Gilbert now and forever yours. He will protect you as you will protect him. You are drawn to each other. You cannot fight it no matter how hard you try. He will be a handsome man but also quite bloodthirsty but yours none the less. He will be possessive and jealous but only out of love. He and you are fated to be. You may not want to be but you will be drawn to him at first meeting. Overwhelmed by his mere presence from the beginning you two are love, destined. He is yours for now and evermore."

Everything went back to normal after that and I could not explain what just happened. It was the freakiest thing I could ever have imagined. I looked around and Miss Helen was gone. It was like she vanished out of nowhere.

I was suddenly very scared as I could sense something bad quickly approaching. I don't know why but I made it home as fast as I could.

Helen's POV

Those two crazy kids each so damaged so differently yet oddly the same. Oh well not my place to question those upstairs. I made my way to the cemetery. Leaving an old woman to dig up a grave. On second thought it seemed I didn't have to. There she was waiting for me.

You're a lucky woman you are Jenna not many people get a second chance at this crazy game in this supernatural world.

I closed my eyes while touching her coffin as we vanished into the darkness. I laid Jenna out on the couch at a place we would both be spending a long time together.

I watched as the color returned to her skin and the life flowed back into her. She woke up with gasp as most do. A panicked look spread across her face.

"Welcome back Jenna." I stared at her. She was still a vampire I guess that he refused to fix.

"Who are you?" That question was so expected, even though we had met only one time before.

"Think long and hard back to 1995. Think about Gracie." I watched as she began to piece together the puzzle of who I am.

"Helen. You're her ex-husband's friend Helen. Shouldn't you be dead by now?" I tried not to take any real offense to her brash comment.

"Oh I should have been gone a very long time ago." I found this amusing she was still so very new to everything. Poor sweet Jenna.

"Did you resurrect me?" I looked at her with a rather curious expression.

"No I did not. I cannot do such an act I'm only an old seer." I walked around and took a seat in a chair.

"Where am I Helen?" I chose to ignore the tone she took with me. I imagine what she is going through would be difficult to adjust to.

"St. Michael's manor." I answered her question calmly. I watched silently as speed towards the door only to be stopped by an invisible force.

She began to pound on the invisible wall blocking her way. She began to scream and shout trying her hardest to escape.

"It is no use Jenna you cannot escape. There are things you did not know about your half sister Gracie and her husband Michael just as there are things you do not know about your niece. All will be explained in time. You are not leaving here for awhile my child." I watched as a look of horror spread across her face.

She continued until finally they had, had enough. Soon her vision was encased in darkness and her scream became silent into the night. The only sound in the room was a loud breaking of poor Jenna's neck.

The spirits of Jolie's ancestors are so very impatient.