As I drove into the small town of Mystic Falls, I blared the song Paradise City by Guns n Roses. People turned to stare at me as I sang along, but I ignored them all. I couldn't care less about what they think of me. I'm an Original vampire with a few tricks up my sleeve. They're nothing to me.
The only reason I had returned to this pathetic place was because Klaus had found someone with my number. It turned out to be a vampire named Beck who gave it to Klaus, so that was the end of Beck. I did return to town because I wanted to, but it was also because there were so many opportunities here for me now.
After an unfortunate event in New Orleans, I decided that I didn't want to travel with Klaus. I'd almost been killed three times, so I wanted to travel alone. The other Originals either had a White Oak Dagger in their heart or were with Klaus, apart from Elijah.
A white oak dagger is the only thing that could kill me, even if it was temporary, but I wasn't taking any more chances. Elijah had gotten a dagger in his heart after Klaus unlocked his werewolf side, making him a vampire-werewolf hybrid. It also meant that I became a hybrid of some kind too.
Klaus had told me that Damon and Stefan Salvatore stole the coffins, so he needed my help, but that wasn't good enough for me. I had a long history with the Salvatore brothers. When Damon was human, I took him as a lover. Stefan and I then crossed paths and ended up sleeping together about ten times too, maybe more.
I came to town as I had received a call from Elijah and he told me he was taking the daggers out of Kol, Rebekah and Finn as soon as he could. It seemed exciting and when he had called me about twelve hours ago, Klaus wasn't aware that he was free.
It was now about eight in the morning. I drove towards the mansion that Elijah had kindly given me the directions to. In fact, if I really focused, then I could see the mansion in the distance, but I was trying to focus on not crashing right now. These roads are a mess.
As I drove down the road that led to what I assumed was Klaus' mansion, I found Elijah waiting out the front. Carefully, I parked my new car and got out, making sure to lock it. There was no way in hell that I was risking my 2014 Maserati GranTurismo.
Someone had stolen my 1967 Chevy Impala and I had killed them for it, but they had already wrecked my poor, beautiful car. It was currently being fixed, but not very fast. I had to compel a mechanic in Chicago to fix it as soon as he had the time, which might be a while.
Elijah was looking fine. He wore a classy suit, with the tie and everything. His brown hair was stylishly classy and his grey-brown eyes shone with a kind of intelligence that not many people have. His skin was still somewhere between pale and tan, and he was average height, muscular and handsome.
"It's been a long time, Thalia," Elijah greeted, pulling me into a hug. "How are you?"
"Surprisingly okay," I replied. "How have you been?"
"Well, I've been temporarily dead for a while, so I assume it's self-explanatory." We both laughed and I saw that Elijah's smile quickly dropped. "Anyway, Klaus is inside and he'll want to see you. Don't even try to tell him that I'm taking the daggers out of the hearts of the others."
"Of course not. I'll see you later."
Elijah walked off and I headed up to the doors of Klaus' new mansion. It looked very fancy from the front, which was big enough to allow at least six people walk in at one time. When I knocked on the door and waited, I looked around a little.
The front garden was neatly trimmed and clearly taken care of very well. It had tall hedges and a lot of different types of flowers that all matched each other. The grass and hedges were a lush green and the road was clearly newly laid down.
I heard the door open and turned back to the front. When I saw someone who was not a Mikaelson, I got confused. The man, who was in his thirties, glared at me. He must be a hybrid, now that Klaus could make them. I wasn't surprised that he was using them to do things for him, like slaves.
As I went to walk in, a whole bunch of hybrids rushed to the door and formed a semi-circle around me. I sighed and shifted all of my weight onto one leg. I gave them my best bitch-face and stood there, just waiting for someone to say or do something.
One of the hybrids decided to enter an intense stare-down with me, but she looked away first, as I made her heart begin to ache. I smirked, which earned another glare from the hybrid, as well as a few others. They really were half-wolf.
They were so adorable, thinking that they could stop me and frighten me. I'm an Original vampire with a few secret tricks. Hybrids are nothing to me. They never have been and never will be. Being turned at seventeen had it's set-backs, but it was good because I was in peak physical form.
"Who the hell do you think you are?!" One hybrid woman asked me, storming over with a nasty look on her face. "Get out! Klaus ordered us to keep everyone out until he said so!"
"I think he'll want to see me, hun," I insisted, pretending to be calm and polite, even though I wanted to tear her limb from limb. "You see, I'm Thalia Ashwood, an old friend of his. We're both Originals, so we go way back."
"Go home, Thalia," the hybrid I had injured instructed.
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. I stepped inside and they all ran at me. I pulled out the hearts of two of them and fought them all off, so I didn't get bitten by any of them. Someone was running over, but I was a bit too busy to look up, or even care.
"Stop!" Klaus commanded, firmly. "Let her in and go do something useful!"
Even though they tried to fight the command, all of the hybrids walked off. I guessed that they had a sire bond thing going on. That was convenient for Klaus, but if I were to compel them, he could stop them from doing what I had made them do.
Klaus looked up at me and his handsome, masculine yet delicate face went blank. His blue eyes lost their shine and his pale skin seemed to get paler. He was well-built and just under six foot, by an inch, but his entire body seemed to slump when he saw me.
It had been a very long time since we had last spoken properly. He would find a way to contact me if he ever needed something, but that was not often. We could've left each other on better terms, but I knew that it could be a lot worse.
As we looked at each other, I noticed that my feelings stayed somewhat neutral. I had no reason to run to Klaus and greet him, but I was here and that proved I didn't hate him. He was still attractive though. At least that had not changed.
"Thalia, it has been a very long time," Klaus stated, unsure of how to react. "I do believe that when we spoke last you then almost died three times and decided to leave."
"Yeah, I'd like to say that it was a great time, but it really wasn't," I replied, trying to keep it normal and not awkward. I was definitely failing. "So, how have you been?"
"Good," Klaus said, leading me through his house. "I'm a hybrid now, as you can see. Elijah is joining me for a while, but he'll end up with a dagger in his heart eventually. He seems to be acting unusual."
"Nothing can be called unusual when your half-brother is a vampire-werewolf hybrid and he stabbed you in the heart with a dagger that temporarily kills you. Oh, and when you take that dagger out, you'll wake up a few hours later. And we can't forget the fact that his father, who's your step-father, is trying to kill you all."
"Mikael's dead. I killed him and watched him die all because of his own weapon."
"What?! I'm sorry, Mikael's dead and you killed him?"
Klaus and I stopped in a room and he poured us both a glass of whisky. I drunk the whisky like a shot, even though it clearly wasn't. Then I put the glass down and turned to look at Klaus, who looked as if he was waiting for something.
"I killed Mikael. Damon Salvatore went to kill me, but then his brother Stefan stopped him and I got the stake, and then I killed Mikael." Klaus disappeared and then came back about three seconds later, holding a white stake in his hands. "Would you like to see it?"
"Get it away from me!"
The stake flew out of Klaus' hands and across the room. Wind blew through and the lights flickered. He just smiled, picked up the stake and placed it on the table. Thankfully, Klaus wasn't stupid enough to go near the stake, or he would be the one to fly across the room.
Three of Klaus' hybrids ran in, looking worried. One of them was on the verge of panicking and I almost laughed. Thankfully, I managed to control myself and just stood there, watching all of the hybrids in the room, including Klaus.
Klaus was surprised and shocked, which amused me. I grinned, crossed the room, and poured myself another glass of whiskey. I sipped it and waited for someone to speak. Of course, I had just moved and used my heightened speed.
"What happened?" One of the calm hybrids asked. "Did your visitor attack you?"
"It's quite alright," Klaus insisted. "Thalia just demonstrated her power. We aren't the only kind of hybrids that exist, although Thalia is the only one of her kind and that cannot change. Now, run along and do whatever it was that you were doing before."
All of the hybrids left and I laughed, then took another sip of whiskey. Klaus looked at me and smiled a little. It was more of a grin. In fact, it was the same grin that he got when he thought of something or if he found something out.
"Your power is back." He said, losing the grin. "We're having a dinner tonight and both of the Salvatore brothers will be there. I hear that you have an extensive history with them, so I need you to do me a little favour."
Klaus' favour had turned out to be me finding the Salvatore brothers and talking to them. It had been so long that I was nervous to see Damon, and amused by the fact that Stefan wouldn't give a single damn. Thankfully, they were easy to find, as they had moved back into their old house.
As I walked up to the door, smiling as if everything had gone my way for the past 1000 years, I saw an obnoxious little thing called a doppelgänger. She looked distressed, which made me actually feel good about myself. I didn't care how nice this girl was, I just knew she looked like both Tatia and Katherine, and I hated them enough to enjoy her obvious distress.
When the doppelgänger looked up at me, I nodded at her and continued on my way to the door. When she stepped in my way, I sighed loudly and considered tearing her throat out. However, something told me that Klaus needed her, so I didn't.
This new doppelgänger was exactly like the others. She was average height and although everyone would tell her she was beautiful, she was just a pretty face. She had olive skin, brown doe eyes and brown hair. This one went with the girl-next-door look, which made her seem even more whiny and annoying.
She stared at me and I stood there, looking her right in the eyes. Eventually she would begin to feel very uncomfortable and would either look away or actually move. Sometimes psychology worked better than compulsion or threats.
"Who are you and what do you want?" She asked me.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" I retorted.
"I asked first!" She whined, managing to get on my nerves already.
"Well, little girl, respect your elders. I'm an Original, so I think you should tell me first."
"Elena who are you-" A familiar voice said, but trailed off. "Thalia?"
"The one and only," I replied, grinning and turning to look at the eldest Salvatore brother properly. "It's certainly been a long time, Damon."
Damon Salvatore didn't look any different, apart from his clothes and his age, which was hard to notice at first. His strikingly blue eyes still shone and his brown hair was still so dark that it looked black. He still had pale skin and was average height and had a slightly muscular build. His eyelashes really did compliment his eyes, especially now.
He really looked at me and I just smirked. Elena, the new doppelgänger, took that as her cue to leave, which I was thankful for. Damon noticed, of course, and I just sighed. He was infatuated with another one of them. Great.
I walked up to my old friend, and he froze. He knew that I was an Original, but he had probably thought that it was all a lie, seeing how I had compelled him to forget it. In fact, I hadn't seen Damon since 1863, when I left because of the threats his father was sending me. That probably led him to doubt quite a lot of the things I'd told him.
"I thought you lied about the Originals," Damon said. "Come in. We have some things to talk about, like the fact that you slept with my brother and compelled me to forget you."
"Ah, yes," I muttered. "I almost forgot about that." I hesitated slightly. "I think we should go inside. I can feel the doppelgänger jealously glaring at me."
Damon looked at me and did the best bitch-face I've seen in a while. Mine was better, of course, but I'd perfected it so I no longer needed to practice it in front of a mirror. We did, however, both walk inside and into what was once the drinking parlour, which was still used for drinking judging by the smell of bourbon and misery.
As I walked in, I spotted Stefan sitting on one of the armchairs and drinking from a bottle of bourbon. His eyes locked onto my own and I smiled. Damon noticed this and just poured two glasses of bourbon. At least he remembered how much I love bourbon.
I drunk half the glass in one go and then looked at both of the Salvatore brothers. They seemed to both have very different emotions. Well, Damon had emotions and Stefan didn't, to be specific. Damon looked confused as well as angry, and Stefan looked as if he couldn't care less.. and he actually couldn't.
Damon took a seat, so I decided to sit down too. If I needed to stand up then I would use my abilities to knock them over and stand up, just to be safe. It wasn't like the two brothers were any threat to me, but I was always ready because you never know what could happen.
"Well, what happened last time you saw a Salvatore brother, Thalia?" Damon asked, pretending to care and to be happy. "Didn't you sleep with him and then leave the city altogether?"
"Yes, but my adopted father did come to kill me and only me, as I was leading him away from Klaus and the others so they would be safe," I told them. "You've met Mikael, haven't you? Never mind. Don't answer that. Of course you have. After all, you teamed up with him to try and kill Klaus, but you failed."
"My bad," Stefan muttered. "Didn't you compel Damon and I to forget you back in 1863?"
"You did," Damon agreed. "I remember that fondly. Well, I remember it now that I'm a vampire. I didn't remember anything about you then. Somehow you got my father off vervain too. That was quite a feat."
"Well, he was threatening to expose me to everyone and the town vampires tried to kill me numerous times, with his help," I explained. "However, I can understand why you'd be angry. I mean, it's not like I left you a beautiful ring and compelled you to think that a beautiful woman who you had fallen in love with gave it to you. It's not like there's no trace of that ring or anything."
Damon looked defeated and Stefan got up and left the room. I smirked and then got up too. Damon watched me as I walked out of the room. When I got in my car, I laughed and then sped back to Klaus' mansion.
Klaus had expected me to come back to town when he built his mansion, so I found a wardrobe filled with clothes. Despite the fact that we had not seen each other in a very long time, he knew me well and could easily guess my style and what I looked good in. There was a lot of black, but also some designer clothes, which were all really pretty.
Tonight we were meant to be having a nice dinner with the Salvatore brothers, so I chose to wear a pair of black skinny jeans, a dark red shirt and a black leather jacket. I matched that with my new combat boots, my necklace that had a tree on it and had been given to me by one of my older brothers, my ruby ring that allowed me to control my abilities, and my lapis lazuli daylight ring.
Then I walked into my en-suite, which could link into Klaus' room if the door into there wasn't locked by me. My black hair fell to my shoulder blades in perfect curls and my purple eyes shone with power and fierceness. My skin, although pale, had a glow to it and as I was average height, I didn't look too tall or too short.
I heard a loud knock on the front door, so I used my vampiric speed to get downstairs. Klaus and Elijah walked the Salvatore brothers in as I reached the bottom of the stairs. Klaus and Elijah smiled at me, so I smiled back.
We all took a seat at the dining table and began to eat, apart from Stefan. He looked like he was sulking and that amused me slightly. Two blonde young women came out and put everyone's food down in front of them.
Both Damon and Stefan were across from me. Klaus was seated at the head of the table, so Elijah and Damon were next to him. Stefan sat next to Damon and I sat next to Elijah, so we were directly across from each other.
"Thank you, love," Damon said, eyeing the girl's neck.
"You lost your appetite," Klaus pointed out, speaking to Stefan.
"Eat," Damon commanded. "I thought we agreed that we would leave the grumpy Stefan at home."
"That's the spirit," I said, pretending to be cheerful. "Isn't it nice? Five of us dining together? Such a treat. Is this what you had in mind when you called me here, Klaus? How about when you removed the white oak dagger from Elijah's heart, Damon?"
"Well, I know how he felt about you, Klaus, so I figured the more the merrier," Damon replied, smiling a little. "As for Thalia, something tells me that her being here will benefit Stefan and I more than you."
"Well, Elijah and I have had our share of quarrels over the century, but we always make it through," Klaus insisted. "As for Thalia, well, she and I have usually gotten on quite well."
"Especially in bed," I muttered, pouring myself a glass of wine and taking a sip to cover my smirk.
Klaus seemed amused and Elijah gave me a warning look. I set my glass down and picked at the meal in front of me. The good thing about being a vampire is that you can't put on anymore weight, which is just an excuse to eat everything you want to.
Damon and Stefan both looked disgusted, but there was a mixture of surprise, jealousy and something that looked like hurt in Damon's eyes. I took another sip of wine and acted as if I hadn't said anything. It was not like I really cared what other people thought of me.
"Your relationship with Elijah is kind of like you and Rebekah, right?" Stefan asked Klaus, trying to get on his nerves. "Where is she, by the way? Last I checked she was still daggered because you were afraid to face her."
"If you're referring to the fact that Rebekah knows I killed our mother, I've already come clean to Elijah and Thalia figured it out a day after Mother died," Klaus said, calmly.
"Hey, Stef, remember when you killed dad?" Damon questioned. "Might want to dial down the judgment until dessert."
"We're here to make a deal, Damon," Stefan pointed out. "That doesn't mean we need to kiss ass for seven courses."
"We have a long evening ahead of us," I told him, taking another sip of wine. "Pace yourself."
Elijah seemed satisfied with my advice, so I finished off my wine and poured myself another cup. There was probably something else that I could be doing right now, but I was a bit hungry. I wonder if Mystic Falls had a McDonalds so I could go on a Maccas run.
"Stefan, where is the lovely Elena tonight?" Elijah asked.
"I don't know," he replied, coldly. "Ask Damon."
Klaus and I both laughed. That earned a glare from both the Salvatore brothers, so I stifled my laughter by taking a sip of wine and waiting for someone to say something to change the topic. I knew that if we continued to talk about Elena, then we would talk about either Tatia or Katherine and I hated them both.
"I'm sorry, you've missed so much trouble in paradise," Klaus informed Elijah.
"One more word about Elena and this dinner's over," Stefan warned, annoyed.
"You know what, it's probably best just to keep Elena in the do not discuss pile," Damon decided.
"You're probably right," Klaus agreed. "It's just the allure of the Petrova doppelgänger, still so strong. What do you say, brother? Should we tell them about Tatia?"
My mood immediately darkened and it would just get worse. Tatia was a complete bitch and I don't care if she's dead or not, but I never liked her and I never will. When I discovered she was dead, I was truly happy for once.
"Now, why should we discuss matters long since resolved?" Elijah asked, noticing the look on my face.
"Well, given their shared affection for both Elena and Katerina, I think our guests might be curious to learn about the originator of the Petrova line," Klaus said.
"Well, we're not going anywhere Elijah," Damon insisted. "Please, do tell."
"Tatia was a colossal bitch," I said, standing up. "If you'd excuse me, I'm going to go and get something a bit stronger to drink. I'm not feeling any kind of buzz yet."
I stood up and walked out of the dining room. When I was safely six rooms away, I leaned against the wall of the hallway and took a few deep breaths. For some reason, I always got angry while thinking about her. We had never gotten along, but what she had done was wrong.
Tatia was just some pretty woman who lived in the village. She looked exactly like Katherine and Elena and she played with the hearts of two brothers too. Another thing that she had in common with Elena was that they are both whiny, or at least that's what I've heard and briefly seen.
When I had first arrived in the village, Klaus had been the one to save me. I was there to do a job, but then I met the Mikaelsons and Klaus convinced his mother to let me stay. They all thought that I was an orphan, but that was far from the truth.
I had only been fourteen at the time, but I fell in love with the sweet, caring, innocent Klaus. He is very different now, but I don't mind. When he finally began to love me back, Tatia came along and stole him. The worst thing was that I had to watch his heart get broken when Tatia decided to toy with Elijah too.
Of course, when I tried to speak to Tatia about it, she was rude and disrespectful. She had a child with another man, but he apparently wasn't good enough for her and neither was her child. Every other person who knew her would tell you that she was kind and true, but she wasn't. They didn't get to see her other side.
Esther had hated her too, as two of her sons were being torn apart by Tatia and I hadn't done anything like that when I had won Klaus' affections. She then used Tatia's blood in the spell that turned us all into vampires and killed her after binding Klaus' werewolf side and my abilities. I had wanted to be the one to kill her, but I never got the chance.
I heard glasses clink, but I still needed a bit more time, just in case. Instead of going back to the room or near it, I went for a walk around the house. After about fifteen minutes, I went back to the dining room and saw that both Damon and Elijah were gone and Klaus was holding Stefan's arm in the fire, but then he pulled him out.
"You really have given up, haven't you?" Klaus asked, surprised and a little disappointed. "Where's the fight? Where's the ripper?"
Klaus pushed Stefan, so he pushed back and I cleared my throat. Klaus and Stefan both turned to look at me, but then Damon and Elijah came back through the other door. I assumed that was a bad thing, as Klaus was now suspicious.
"Elijah, why haven't you left?" Klaus asked.
"Where are your manners, brother?" Elijah replied, casually. "We forgot dessert."
A blonde woman walked in with a plate that had a cover on it. Elijah took the cover off and two of the white oak daggers were laying on the plate. I panicked and stepped back from Elijah, towards the door.
"What have you done?" Klaus questioned, clearly frightened.
"What have you done? You see, I've learned not to trust your vulgar promises, Klaus. We're doing this on my terms now."
Kol walked into the room. He hadn't changed since the last time I saw him. His brown hair was slicked back and his brown eyes shone with anger and wildness. He was average height, pale, handsome and had his usual smirk plastered on his face.
"Kol," I said, taking another step back.
"Long time, no see," he replied.
Klaus began to back away too. Finn ran into the room, grabbed a dagger and stabbed Klaus through the hand. Kol pulled me back into the room and threw me over to where Finn was. I swore as he then took the dagger he had just stabbed Klaus with and thrust it into my back, temporarily paralysing me.
"Finn, don't!" Klaus yelled, seeing me lying on the floor, clearly in pain.
Finn was the eldest Mikaelson and certainly not the best looking. His brown hair was shoulder-length and wavy, and his brown eyes shone with anger. He was tall and the only tan Original, which no one really understood.
Klaus got up and tried to run off, but he ran into Rebekah instead. She stabbed him with a white oak dagger and Klaus fell back, into Kol's arms. Kol restrained him as Finn took out the white oak dagger and stabbed me in the back again, making sure to hit the part of my spinal cord that controlled my body. I hissed in pain, but kept my mouth shut.
Rebekah was the only female Mikaelson. She was beautiful with icy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and pale skin. She is tall and slim, yet athletic-looking. She looks about 18, which was her age as a human, and she has a very pretty face.
Elijah told Damon and Stefan to leave. Damon stepped forward to pull the dagger out of my back, but Elijah stopped him. Both Salvatore brothers left as I laid on the floor, trying to get movement to at least my arms.
"I like what you've done with the new place, Nik," Rebekah said, picking up a vase and throwing it into a painting.
"I wanted it to be for all of us," Klaus insisted. "A place we could all call home. A place we could all be a family. None of us would ever have to be alone again."
"Well you're right, none of us will be," Elijah told us.
"You're staying behind," Finn added, pushing the dagger further into my spinal cord.
"What about me?" I asked, trying not to sound as if I was in pain. "I've not wronged any of you."
Rebekah and Finn turned to look at me, judgmentally, Kol looked sad, and Elijah showed no emotion. I could see that Klaus was clinging on to the hope that if I stayed, they would all stay too or that he would still have someone.
"How many times have you taken Niklaus' side in a fight or argument?" Finn asked me, annoying me greatly. "How many times have you betrayed one of us for Klaus? How many times have you worked only for yourself? You are no better than he is."
"Nor are you!" I spat. "You're whiny and annoying with your morals and hatred of what we are. I do take Klaus' side more than I take yours because he is usually right or I will benefit from it. There's nothing wrong with trying to protect yourself or enjoying what I am and enjoying power. Now take the dagger out!"
"Take it out yourself!" Rebekah snapped. "You are meant to be powerful too, so prove it."
Before I could respond, a door opened. I tried to turn around, but I couldn't because there was a dagger stuck in my bloody spinal cord! From everyone's reactions, it was someone they hadn't expected to see ever again. That just made me even more interested, but I still couldn't move.
"Mother?" I heard Rebekah ask.
Someone walked past me and towards Klaus. I looked up and saw Esther herself. Her blue-grey eyes were focused on Klaus and her blonde hair fell neatly down her back. She was average height and tan with a slightly muscular build, which wasn't unusual among viking women.
My immediate thought was that she was here to kill Klaus and maybe me. I mean, I probably could've stopped her death, but I didn't. I allowed Klaus to storm off, even though he was clearly furious and was going to do something stupid.
"Look at me!" Esther commanded. "Do you know why I'm here?"
"You're here to kill me," Klaus whispered, fear clear in his voice and tears in his eyes.
"Niklaus, you are my son and I am here to forgive you," she revealed. "I want us to be a family again."