Summary: After Klaus kills her after learning of her betrayal, Rebekah is reborn as the eldest daughter and heir of Lord Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully. How will an Originals presence affect the game of thrones especially after she is crowned the Queen in the North. (Rewrite)

Rebekah POV New Orleans

"Now I'm the one who decides who lives and who dies" Rebekah said holding the White Oak stake Elijah had dropped after Klaus stabbed him with Tunde's blade. And at that moment she felt a great deal of guilt for her brother. It was because of her that Mikael had driven Elijah from his home and despite knowing how angry he was at her he still protected her and now he was going through agony because of her. "I'm taking out that blade." Rebekah stated pointing the stake in her brothers face.

"You'll have to kill me first," Klaus snapped at her "and now you have the means to do it, why not finish what you started a century ago?"

"I did not want you dead, but after what you have done to Elijah merely for defending me. I want you dead now, so move before I do decide to kill you." She said threatening him. Rebekah didn't want to kill Niklaus but if he stood between her and Elijah then she would do what was necessary.

"You against me? It's hardly a fair fight, is it?" Klaus asked with arrogance dripping in his every word, not that he was necessarily wrong. "I mean, perhaps, if Marcel were here you'd stand a chance but I expect he's already found another girl, no doubt younger and prettier."

"Perhaps it's your precious Camille," She replied not giving the response she knew the bastard desired. "She's certainly younger then me and very pretty. She also despises you much like another young attractive blonde you were obsessed with. What was her name? Oh I remember, Caroline Forbes" and she felt a great deal of pleasure when she heard Klaus growl in anger at her words. Not surprising since Klaus was little more than a spoilt child not used to not getting what he wants.

"So you admit that you want me dead?" Klaus asked her strangely calm, but she knew it was only a matter of minutes before her brother's explosive temper tantrum happened.

"Yes." Rebekah answered truthfully, they were past the point of lies and half truths.

"After everything I've done to keep our family safe?" Klaus snapped and Rebekah noticed the signs of her brother's temper rising.

"After everything you have done?" she snapped, feeling her temper rising "You seem to be forgetting that Finn and Kol have been deed for nearly a year. And what was it you said when Finn died 'he was a love struck fool in life, he's better off in death' the rest of us may have been angry at Finn but we still mourned him and while you mourned Kol you didn't take revenge, in fact you even promised Caroline that there wouldn't be any retaliation. And let's not forget that it as you who killed our mother causing our father to spend a thousand years hunting us. And it was you who lead Henrik into the woods on a full moon despite knowing the dangers, you as good as murdered our youngest brother yourself." She said shouting at her brother.

It was her comment about Henrik that finally made Klaus' infamous temper snap, causing him to lunge at her. He punched her in the gut, sending her flying through the wall of one of the many tombs in the cemetery. She rushed at him with the stake in her hand to kill him but he grabbed her wrist in one hand and used his other hand to grab the back of her neck pulling her forward as he then bit into her neck, causing her to scream as she felt his venom enter her system. But before Klaus could do anything else she kicked between his legs and as he grunted in pain and let go of her she punched in the face as hard as she could causing him to go flying several meters. Instead of following Klaus though, she rushed over to Elijah and punched her hand into his stomach, causing him to scream as she pulled the dagger out of him. However her helping Elijah cost her as Klaus forced her to a nearby wall where she tried to stake but Klaus's hybrid strength and the fact his venom was weakening her easily allowed him to catch her blow and twist her wrist backwards and then drive the stake into her heart, but at the same time she drove Tunde's blade into Klaus stomach relishing in his screams of pain before she felt her strength leave and she closed her eyes for the last time.

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Catelyn POV Westeros, Riverrun

"AHHH." Catelyn Stark formerly of House Tully screamed in pain as she was in the middle of giving birth to her and her husband Ned Stark's first child. She didn't know her husband well, in fact she wasn't even meant to marry him but his brother Brandon who had been killed by the mad king and Ned had been forced to marry her in his brother's place and to also gain her father's support in the rebellion against Aerys Targaryen. She gave another scream of pain ignoring the maester saying to give one more push and when she did she felt a great sense of relief as she felt her child leave her.

"It's a girl my lady." The maester told her sounding very unnerved for a reason she couldn't tell or care really, as she was filled with joy "Rebekah" she muttered that would be her name. She and Ned had been exchanging letters and had decided to name the child Robb if it was a boy and Rebekah if it was a girl.

"Give her to me," she commanded the maester and she noticed how reluctant the maester looked at that.

"My lady, she has sign of evil in her." The maester protested, clearly reluctant to give her, her child, which worried the new mother greatly.

"Give her to me." Catelyn repeated more firmly and the maester reluctantly did so and she saw a small patch of dark brown, possibly even black hair on her daughter's head, 'She clearly follows her father,' Catelyn thought though she didn't understand what the maester was so scared about, her daughter didn't appear to be a dwarf, or have any deformities. But it was when her daughter opened her eyes that she saw the reason, the irises were completely red and the area of the eye that was meant to be white was black (vampire eyes). Half a minute later Catelyn was given another massive shock when she literally saw her daughter's eyes change colour from black and red to white with Tully blue. 'Must have been a trick of the light,' she thought.

"Rebekah Stark first born child of Eddard Stark the Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North" she muttered proudly as she gazed into her daughters eyes.

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Eddard POV Winterfell (10 years later.)

Eddard Stark, commonly called Ned, watched with a mix of a smile and a frown as he watched his eldest daughter Rebekah in the training yard of Winterfell with a practice sword. A large part of him was proud of the fact that his daughter knew how to defend herself and the fact that despite being only ten she clearly had the signs of becoming very proficient with a blade. Another, larger part of Ned worried for his daughter, day by day she became more like his sister Lyanna and more then once he feared that Rebekah would meet the same bitter end.

He had only recently returned to Winterfell, Rebekah had begged him for a tour of the North, especially the holdfasts of his bannermen and he hadn't been able to deny her. Why Rebekah had been so determined to travel the North Ned didn't know but in the end it benefited him greatly as it showed the Northern Lords that the Stark's hadn't forgotten them. Ned loved his father, but Rickard Stark had been a fool and he had angered many of their bannerman with his 'southern' ambitions. He had also learnt from the clearly forced politeness of both the Ryswells and Dustins that both families didn't hold him in high esteem, and Ned resolved to keep an eye on both Barrowton and the Rills.

"I still don't like her learning how to fight." His wife's voice filled his ears as she approached him. Though their marriage had a rough start the two of them had grown to love and cherish each other.

"Neither do I," Ned replied with a small chuckle. They had both tried to stop her from learning how to fight but their daughter was as stubborn as an ox, and after two months of arguing they had given up and let Rebekah learn how to fight, neither of them expecting her to not only stick with it but to also be rather skilled. "Do you remember what she said when she first went into the training yard holding a practice sword?" He asked Catelyn.

"Yes," Catelyn answered with a smile on her face "'If I want to wield a blade then I shall wield a blade' I believe it was." The two of them laughed quietly as they remembered the incident, it was certainly something to remember.

"Lord Stark," an urgent voice caught both their attentions. Turning around they saw maester Luwin heading towards them, moving as fast as he could with his age and maester chain. "There was a raven from Kings Landing." Luwin answered their questioning looks causing concern to fill Ned. While he used to trade letters with both Robert and Jon Arryn they had become fewer and fewer over the years and he hadn't traded a single letter with either of them in nearly a year, that along caught Ned's attention. Taking the letter and breaking the Kings seal he read over the scroll, shock and fear filling him.

Ned, it's been a long time since we last wrote and I wish it was under better circumstances,

That bastard Balon Greyjoy has declared himself King of the Iron Islands and has started a damn rebellion. His wretched brothers have already attacked Lannisport and destroyed the Lannister fleet. Normally I'd be pleased to see those yellow haired shits put in their place but with their fleet destroyed I can no longer match the Iron Fleet on my own. I hate to ask this of you Ned, I really do, but I beg of you. Call the banners and help me defeat these blasted squids.

Sincerely Robert Baratheon, first of my name, titles, titles, etc.

"Ned, what is it?" Cat asked, noticing the look on her husbands face which truly worried her.

"War, maester Luwin call the banners." Ned ordered. He didn't want to go to war but he would do his duty and help his friend.

"Are you sure my lord?" The maester questioned.

"Indeed, and make sure that the ravens reach both Barrowton and the Rills." If his fears about both the Ryswells and the Dustins proved true then the war created the perfect opportunity to weaken the forces of both those houses. Ned may not understand politics but he understand war, even though he didn't like it.

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Rebekah POV

Rebekah watched on top of the battlements of Winterfell as her father lead a Northern host of fifteen thousand men strong down into the South to stop the Iron Born rebellion. Though she didn't let her fear show, Rebekah was terrified for her father, after all Eddard Stark was a better father to her then Mikael had ever been.

Despite searching through all the books in Winterfell's library she hadn't been able to find any reason to explain how she was alive and well, instead of being trapped on the other side, doomed to forever watch those she had left behind. Rebekah had found several maps of both Westeros and Essos and neither of them matched the size and shape of any continent on Earth, which lead her to believe that she very well lived in another world. Rebekah had accepted that it was unlikely she would ever return to her old world and she had moved on, not really surprising since by the time she died, the only person in her old world that truly loved and cared for her was her brother Elijah.

With the Northern army no longer in her sight Rebekah left the battlements of Winterfell and headed straight to her chambers, she had a lot of work to do and she didn't want to risk someone going into her chambers and accidentally finding all her notes and plans and plots.

Making sure she wasn't followed, there was an annoyingly large number of spies in Winterfell, she went straight to her chambers, making sure to lock the door and close the curtains of her window, making sure that no one would enter, especially not that bloody Septa Mordane, who more then once Rebekah was tempted to murder. Her room was rather plain with only a bed, a mirror, a wardrobe and a desk in it, but her desk was covered in parchments and ancient tomes from ages past.

Stepping in front of her mirror Rebekah couldn't help but glaze at her reflection. It was odd to spend a thousand years with one face and now she had another. Oh her features were certainly similar, only sharper instead of softer and her eyes were the same colour blue that they were in her last life, and she was fairly sure that her height was the same as it was when she was ten in her last life. The biggest difference was her hair, instead of luscious blonde it was now dark black, though that was probably a good thing. If Rebekah still had blonde hair it would probably cause people to question her legitimacy as a Stark since neither of her parents were blonde.

Concentrating Rebekah forced her vampire face to show, letting out a groan of pain as she felt fangs descend out of her gums and her eyes change to red and black as veins appeared under her eyes. Rebekah didn't know why but it was incredibly difficult, and even a little painful to change into her vampire face, it almost felt like something was blocking her, but at least she didn't have to worry about bloodlust. Rebekah didn't require blood and the only time she even felt the bloodlust was when she was completely exhausted. But that also meant hat her compulsion was weakened to the point that every other person could resist it. Her strength and speed was also nothing compared to what it had been in her last life but at least she was a lot stronger then what a normal ten year old girl would be.

Tearing her eyes away from her reflection Rebekah took a seat at her desk, compiling the list of parchments and reports as her mind wandered. Her journey around the North had multiple purposes, all of which was successful. The first job had been finding out which lords were loyal to her father and which weren't. Most were exceptionally loyal to her father to the point if he asked them to cut off their own hand, most would simply ask which hand. There were some exceptions but that was to be expected.

The second aim was placing eyes and ears in each of the Northern holdfasts, her father was a smart man but he had a complete lack of informants that left him blind to the world. Living a thousand years in her last life had made Rebekah more then slightly paranoid and she wanted to keep an eye on the Northern lords.

The third, and quite possibly the most important was confirming her grandfather's reports. While many regarded Rickard Stark as a fool, Rebekah's findings indicated that he was instead a man who simply wished for the North to reach its full potential. When she was eight she had found a book that had belonged to her grandfather, that also indicated that the North was filled to the bring with iron ore, and other rare metals that could be mined. She had showed the book to her father and he had told her that he was already aware about the iron ore, but most of it was located on the western side of the North which lacked an official harbour to mine and export the metals. Her father had also informed her of several other facts that prevented mining the ore, mainly a lack of funds.

But the main hindrance was the Iron Born. Many of her ancestors had attempted to build a harbour on the western side of the North but every time it was tried the Iron Born always attacked and destroyed the foundations. Hopefully her father and King Robert would put down the Iron Born in a permanent manner that prevented them from interfering.

But Rebekah had also been making plans to ensure that a new harbour not only wouldn't cause the Manderly's to lose any business, as they were some of her family's most loyal and powerful bannerman, not to mention the richest house in the North, but to also ensure that the Stark's would remain the most powerful family in the North.

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Eddard POV Winterfell (1 year later)

Eddard rode through the gates of Winterfell, glad to finally be home. The war against the Greyjoy's had been very different from the war against the Targaryen's, but no less brutal and dangerous. Hopefully that would be the last time he ever marched off to war, but he didn't have any high hopes.

When he reached the courtyard of Winterfell he saw everyone including his family anxiously awaiting his arrival. Jumping off his horse he marched straight to his wife, pulling her into a hug before she even had a chance to say hello. "Oh Ned." She muttered giving him a kiss.

"It's good to see you again Cat," He told her, giving his wife another kiss. Braking the embrace Ned turned towards his children. "Hello Reb- oomph." He muttered as his daughter rushed into his arms, successfully forcing the air out of his lungs.

"I knew you'd be back." His daughter muttered into his stomach.

"Of course I would be back," he told her as he ruffled his hair. When his daughter let go of him he hugged and greeted the rest of his children, including Jon. Once he had greeted his family and his friends Ned headed to his solar, the war may be over but that didn't mean his duty as Lord of Winterfell was over. Plus he had been gone for nearly a year and there was a lot that Ned needed to catch up.

After roughly an hour of looking though reports of the harvest, appeals from the Night's Watch and requests from the Northern lords there was a knock at his door, surprising him. "Who is it?" He asked.

"It's your daughter Rebekah, Lord Stark." The guard standing outside his door informed him.

"Let her in." He ordered, wondering why his daughter would come to visit him. A second later his daughter came in, holding what appeared to be dozens of pieces of parchment in her hands while she herself actually appeared surprisingly nervous, something that was very unusual about Rebekah. "Rebekah, what can I do for you?" Ned asked doubting that his daughter was here for a mere visit.

"I have a request father for another harbour to be built on in the North, this one on the Western side." His daughter told him, looking straight into his eyes to appear as serious as she possibly could. "A harbour on the Western side of the North would promote more trade with the Riverlands, Westerlands, Reach and even Dorne, which is currently non existent due to the length of time it takes for ships from these three regions to reach White Harbour."

Though Ned didn't show it he was shocked about the conversation Rebekah had brought up. He had always known that Rebekah was far smarter and much more mature then her young age would expect but he really didn't expect this conversation. "And where would this harbour be located?" Ned asked curious about how much thought his daughter had put in this plan of hers.

"Preferably the the Stony Shore or Sea Dragon Point," his daughter suggested. "But Cape Kraken and the Rills would also be suitable."

"And what of the Manderly's?" Ned questioned his daughter. The Manderly's were some of their family's most loyal bannermen and the creation of another port would cause them to lose a lot of business. "While the North doesn't have much trade with either the Westerlands or the Reach, we do have some. A new port would cause them to lose out a good deal of trade and business."

But again his daughter surprised him with a response. "While they would lose out on trade with Westeros, it's absence would give Lord Manderly the poorest unity to open more trade links with Westeros. And if need be, Bran is the same age as Lord Manderly's granddaughter Wylla. I'm sure the chance to marry his granddaughter to a Stark would be more then enough to appease him."

"Also since that snot nosed prat-" Rebekah began.

"Theon." He corrected. Rebekah and Theon had not gotten off well, not really surprising since Theon had an admittedly repulsive personality and Rebekah didn't have the patience to put up with Theon.

"Is our hostage," Rebekah continued as if he hadn't interrupted her. "We don't need top worry about Balon Greyjoy sending raiders into the North and disrupting the constructions. Also, it has defensive purposes." Rebekah finished mysteriously.

"What do you mean by defensive purposes?" Ned asked when his daughter didn't immediately explain. Instead of explaining what she meant Rebekah instead gave him one of the many pieces of parchment that she had brought in with her. Reading and re-reading over the parchment Ned felt shock and rage unlike anything he had ever felt in years, though he forced his anger back as he questioned his daughter. "Are you certain of this?"

"Yes. It certainly explains how the Iron Islands, which are nothing more then barren rocks, some how possess the largest fleet in Westeros. They are using lumber and wood from the North. All the keeps on the Western side of the North are spread out, not to mention they aren't the most powerful houses in the North. It's not to much of a stretch to imagine the Iron Born be able to slip into the North unnoticed, cut down a few trees and then return to the Iron Islands." Rebekah finished her rant with a deep breath, trying to contain the anger she felt for the Iron Born, which were in her opinion nothing but skim that should be put down.

Despite the anger that Ned was feeling he couldn't help but be very impressed by the plans that his daughter had made, but there was one glaring problem in it all. "And how will this be payed for?" He asked to which his daughter cringed, clearly it was something she had thought of but also struggled with when finding a solution.

"That's the problem, such a thing runs the risk of bankrupting the North, which is why I believe the best solution would be to borrow the money."

"From who?" He asked, dreading the answer. There were only two families in Westeros that possessed that kind of money and Ned had no intention of becoming in either the Lannisters or the Tyrells debt.

"The Iron Bank of Bravos. While their interest payments are high they can provide loans almost immediately, and as long as we begin repayment within a certain number of years they shouldn't cause us any problems."

With everything his daughter knew, Ned really wasn't surprised that she knew about the Iron Bank of Bravos. He knew they were dangerous but they were certainly preferable to any other option. Ned would honestly rather bankrupt the North then end up in Tywin Lannister's pocket, and while he didn't actively dislike the Tyrells, Ned distrusted them due to their ambitious nature, as well as Mace Tyrell's obsession with making his daughter queen, which was well known even in the North.

"Very well Rebekah," Ned told his daughter, "We'll try this plan of yours."

End of chapter 1 rewrite of The Vampire Queen. Please review.

The ages of Rebekah and her siblings in this chapter, even though they're not present.

Rebekah= 11

Jon= 11

Sansa= 8

Bran= 6

Arya= 5

Rickon= 1

Like in my previous version there is no Robb, not because I don't like him but it just makes it easier to explain why Rebekah is the heir. Also in case anyone is wondering Rebekah isn't the heir of Winterfell yet.