Chapter 1 - Starting Over

There were no packed bags, no extra clothes, no cellphones, not even a bundle of money in my hand as I prepared to leave for America. I had no need to take anything with me; it was well within my capabilities to simply acquire any of these things whenever I needed them during my journey. Carrying necessities would only slow me down and I wasn't a sentimental person, so I didn't mind leaving behind the few trinkets that only collected dust as they sat in my current residence. The only thing I did take with me – and it fit easily into my pocket – was a beautiful pendant that I now knew belonged to my biological father. The plane was set to leave in less than an hour, and while being packed into an airtight cabin full of humans for several hours sounded like hell, it sure seemed better than being on a ship for ten days.

Let me start from the beginning. I am Fiona Nikol Mikaelson, but until four months ago I'd known myself as Fiona Deveraux. I was born in Transylvania, Romania in 1456. I am a tribrid combination of witch, werewolf, and vampire, which is not easy to live with. My werewolf side had not made itself known until about six months ago, two months before my mother Rowena was murdered by a clan of vengeful witches. It was me they were after, and she died to protect me one last time. My mother had been a very powerful witch, and when she died all of her power travelled into the closest energy; me. This means that I am a supernatural tribrid who has more power than I know what to do with. More power than I am capable of controlling. My mom had always been here to guide me, and after she died she used her ancestral spirit to communicate one thing to me: Jane-Anne Deveraux. I had no idea who this person was at the time, but three days later she showed up at the door of my most recent hideout. She sat me down and told me all of my history that she knew of, including my bloodline. Jane-Anne told me that my mother is one of the Deveraux ancestors, and told me of my Mikaelson lineage. She told me that the reason my mother and I had been on the run my entire life was because my father, Niklaus Mikaelson, had made countless enemies over the centuries. His enemies wanted to take me and use me to destroy my father since I was so powerful, but he would kill them before they got the chance which would ultimately result in my death. She said Rowena had told her my father didn't even know I existed because he left before my mother got the chance to tell him she was pregnant. Jane-Anne told me that she couldn't stay long, but she instructed me to go to a town in Virginia called Mystic Falls. "The Mikaelsons are there. They will protect you," she'd said before vanishing out the door.

The Mikaelsons. Did that mean my long-lost father was there too? I was hesitant to follow Jane-Anne's instructions, but the instructions she gave me were from my mother. I've been turning the idea over in my head, and four months had passed since Jane-Anne told me to go, so I decided I needed to just suck it up and put on a brave face and venture to the mysterious town of Mystic Falls, Virginia.

In case you missed the part earlier where I said a thousand years' worth of my father's enemies were after me, let me remind you. We are talking clans of witches, packs of wolves, and ravenous vampires all out to get me. Now I have to figure out a way to make it from my secret little hideout to the busy airport without getting attacked by the said witches, werewolves, and vampires. It's a bit nerve-wracking. My strategy? Make a run for it. Running is what I know how to do. Mom and I had been running from country to country all over Europe and Asia since the day I was born. We never stayed in a country for more than a year, so we've doubled up on destinations quite a few times. Another thing I should mention is that even though I was born in 1456 and am over five hundred years old, I don't look a day older than seventeen. We are not quite sure why I age so slowly, but my mother came up with a far-fetched theory shortly before her death. Her guess is that because I am a Capricorn governed by the planet Saturn, and it takes Saturn approximately thirty years to make a complete orbit around the sun, I only age one year every thirty years. Physically, anyway. I reached mental maturity about a hundred a fifty years after my birth, when I looked to be about five. The numbers don't exactly match up, but when I was born time wasn't marked accurately back then. Regardless, I'd been stuck looking like a teenager for the past two hundred years and wouldn't become the twenty-something young woman whom I often felt like I was inside for another few centuries. Fun right?

I had to compel almost every airport employee, but I made it to my seat on the plane. I did my best to blend in with the crowd and look like a normal human being. It was a ten and a half hour flight from Romania to Virginia, and once I got to Virginia I had a fair distance to run on foot until I reached Mystic Falls. During the flight I did some research on the place. I discovered the town was so small and secluded that it didn't have an airport, and it only had one bus station. Looking on Google Maps informed me that it would take nearly four hours to get to Mystic Falls from the airport on a bus, so I decided I would just run the distance which would take less than an hour if I really pushed myself. I could've just used a spell to teleport myself straight to the town, but Jane-Anne advised me not to use magic anymore until after I found the Mikaelsons. My witchy side was suppressed right now, and that did not sit well with me, especially since I had my mother's power in me now. Somehow I managed to relax and sleep for the rest of the flight. I got off the plane and away from the crowds as quickly as I could and began running to Mystic Falls. I drained a few bodies on the way and didn't even bother to cover them up since I was leaving the area anyway. I stopped running just before I saw the sign welcoming me to Mystic Falls. I could see a small town square in the distance, and decided to walk at normal human pace the rest of the way there. I kept checking over my shoulder to make sure I wasn't being followed, force of habit. When I got to town I saw a place called the Mystic Grill and decided to pop in there for some normal food.

I sat down at a private table in the corner and surveyed the room. There weren't many people there, certainly no one that looked a thousand year old vampire, and I began to feel a little discouraged. I didn't have anything else to go on really. I was pretty sure it wouldn't be a good idea to just go around asking if anyone knew the Mikaelsons. Their reputation didn't seem to be a good one and the last thing I needed was another thing to deal with.

"Can I get you anything, Miss?" a cute blonde waiter asked me.

I looked down and picked the first thing I saw on the menu. "A Caesar salad please," I said.

I finished my meal and pretty boy came back to give me the bill. The badge on his shirt said his name was Matt. He waited for me to hand him the money but I had a different idea.

"Matt is it?" I asked, drawing him closer to me.

"Yes Miss, it is," he said.

I looked him straight in the eye and began to compel him. "The Grill is giving out free meals tonight. I don't owe you any money. Now let me go and forget you ever saw me."

His eyebrows scrunched together and he took a step back. "Are you trying to compel me?" he asked.

Faster than lighting, I dragged him out to the back of the building and shoved him against the brick wall.

"How do you know what compulsion is? Who are you? What are you?" I interrogated with my hand on his neck, cutting off his oxygen supply.

"Easy Tiger, Wonder Boy there isn't anything more than a human laced with vervain," a pale man with wild black hair and distinctive blue eyes said as he appeared out of nowhere.

Vervain. I should've known. I released the guy and turned to face this new person. One look at him and I knew he was a surefire vampire. I was really on guard now.

"Who are you?" I asked, giving him an intimidating expression.

"You don't know me? I'm shocked, I'm hurt. I'm the infamous Damon Salvatore," he introduced himself. "And this one here, who you seem to already have gotten pretty personal with, is Matty Blue Eyes. Or The Quarterback, or Detective Dumbass, or Beavis, but I only use that one when Butt Head is around too."

"You're chatty," I interrupted him. I really wasn't in the mood.

His face turned serious. Well as serious as a smart-mouthed wise guy like him could get. "All right, Sunshine, who the hell are you?"

"Jane Doe," I said. "It doesn't matter who I am."

"Well since you're leaving the title open I think I'll call you… Princess Prissy Face, or Wandering Woman, or No-Name Nancy… no, I like Princess Prissy Face," he said.

"I just need to ask you one question," I said.

Damon scoffed. "What makes you think I'll answer?"

"Because today is not the day to fuck with me, my friend," I said.

"Whoa, whoa, that's some pretty colorful language for a little girl your age," he said.

I ignored the little girl comment and tried one more time to have a normal conversation with the guy. "Look, I really need some help here."

Damon studied me for a second before he finally became serious. "Donovan, go back inside."

Matt left and Damon started to get in my face, way too close for comfort. It took every ounce of control I had not to open a can of whoop-your-ass magic and throw him into next week. I kept backing away until we were standing in the middle of the empty alley.

"Since you're not trying to attack me, I'll assume you really do just need some help. What can I do for you?" Damon asked.

"Have you heard of the Mikaelsons?" I asked.

"The Originals? Of course I know who they are. Met their acquaintance a few times actually," he said.

I grabbed his arm. "Take me to them."

"Are you suicidal?" he asked.

I sighed. "It's none of your business. I just really need to find them."

"Okay, fine. Follow me."

We ran until we got onto a road on the outskirts of town. The area was thickly wooded and the scene gave me an eerie feeling. The fact that it was now pitch black outside didn't help either.

"Wait here, and they will find you. Now that I've helped you, will you tell me your name?" Damon asked.

Damon didn't seem to be an enemy, otherwise he would've tried to kill me by now, so I decided it really couldn't hurt. The sooner I could make friends here the better. I needed as many allies as I could get.

"Fiona," I said.

"Last name?" he questioned.

"My last name depends on how my meeting with the Mikaelsons goes," I said.

"Well, Fiona, good luck," Damon said before disappearing into the dark of the night.

I stood there in the middle of the dark street. It was late October and it was starting to get pretty cold out so I wrapped my arms around myself. I jumped every time the trees rustled in the wind. I was beginning to freak out a little. It took a fair amount to scare me, but being in a new place really added to the fear factor. The main issue was the fear of the unknown. How did I know the Mikaelsons would actually give me a chance to speak? Would they just kill me on sight? I was really hoping Damon had just dropped me here as a practical joke just to rattle me. What did he mean by the Originals though?

"Are you lost?" I gasped as a man appeared about twenty feet away from me. He was wearing a suit and his expression was unreadable.

"I don't know," I said.

The man tilted his head and stared at me. I shook from the cold and my bottom lip began to tremble. Don't cry, you idiot. He walked toward me and I began to back away, putting my hands up in defense.

"Please don't hurt me," I begged.

"Child, I have no intention of that. You have my word, I mean you no harm. I was going to offer you my coat since you seem to be rather cold," he said, holding the jacket out to me.

"Thank you," I said as I put it over my shoulders. It smelled of sophisticated cologne.

"What is your name?" the man asked.

"Fiona."

"Fiona, where is your family?" he asked.

Dead, I thought, the only family I'd ever had is dead. Tears welled up in my eyes as I thought of my mother. The wound of her loss was still very fresh.

"I don't know. It's a long story. Do you know the Mikaelsons?" I asked.

He stiffened. "Yes."

"You do? Do they live around here somewhere? I really need to find them. I was told they'd protect me," I said.

"Who told you that?" he asked, very interested now.

I'd already given away more information than I'd meant to, but what did I have to lose now?

"Jane-Anne Deveraux," I said.

The look on his face told me he knew the woman I spoke of. I was making progress.

"Come with me," he said.

"But I don't even know you," I said.

He paused. "I am Elijah Mikaelson."

I was stunned. I'd found a member of my family, just like that. This man wasn't my father, but maybe he knew Niklaus.

"M-Mikaelson?" I stuttered.

"Fiona I have a feeling you and I have lots to discuss but I think it would be best if we do so in the warmth of my home. Please, it's just this way," he said, gesturing.

I hesitantly followed behind Elijah. Damon had indeed kept his word because it didn't take long to reach the Mikaelson house. I stopped short when I saw it. It was not a house, it was a freaking mansion! Seriously, the thing was massive. Elijah opened the door and motioned with his hand for me to go in first. The interior certainly didn't disappoint. I looked around the grand room, taking note of the elaborate carvings on the furnishings and the seemingly expensive paintings that decorated the walls. It sure put my underground dwelling back in Romania to shame.

"I'll prepare tea for us. Take a seat in the parlor and I will soon join you for what I'm positive will be an intriguing conversation," Elijah said.

The man spoke so formally that it kind of intimidated me. I went into the spacious parlor and sat down in a large leather chair. The room was dimly lit – the whole house was actually – and the theme was considerably dark. Ominous, almost. I was very tired and my body desperately wanted to relax but I knew I had to stay on guard just in case this Elijah Mikaelson wasn't as friendly as he seemed. I got lost in my own thoughts for a few minutes until he walked into the room carrying a tea set on a tray. He poured a rather large cup and handed it to me before getting his own. How hospitable of him.

"You didn't spike it with anything did you?" I asked rather accusatorily. I hadn't meant to blurt it like that but my brain lacked a filter from time to time.

Elijah chuckled. "You have my word that I did not lace your tea."

I stared at him suspiciously for a moment to make sure he was telling the truth. He gave an amused sigh before making a show of taking a sip from his own cup. He didn't fall over and die so I decided to go ahead and take a drink. The warm liquid felt good as it slid down my throat.

"I'm sorry, I've just been raised to be cautious of that kind of thing," I apologized.

"It's prudent of you to be skeptical. Certainly not a bad thing in this day and age," he said.

"So do you live here by yourself?" I asked. There didn't seem to be anyone else around.

"No. My brother and sister live here as well, they are just off attending to some… business," he said.

I raised an eyebrow at his hesitation but decided not to ask. I wasn't here to find out about his business, I was here to find out about my business.

"I don't mean to be rude, but I have about a million questions and you seem to be the guy who knows the answers to most of them," I said.

"Because I'm a Mikaelson?"

"Well… yes," I said. "Apparently I'm a Mikaelson too."

"Dear, I don't believe that to be possible," he said.

"Do you know of a Jane-Anne Deveraux?" I asked.

Recognition flashed across his face. He looked at me quizzically. "As a matter of fact I do."

"She came to see me in Romania about four months ago. She told me the basics of my family history and told me that I am a Mikaelson. She says that my father is Niklaus Mikaelson. My mother died protecting me from a clan of witches trying to kill me, and Jane-Anne told me to come here and find the Mikaelsons so they could protect me. Jane-Anne said it was the last message that my mother communicated to her. My mother hid everything from me for as long as she could. I would just like to know why. I want to know who my family is," I said.

Elijah had a poker face at this point. I waited as he seemed to try to make sense of it in his mind. "I'm afraid I don't know what to say."

"Well you're a Mikaelson, right?" I said.

"Yes, but Fiona I've never even heard of you," he said.

I was taken aback. Did my family not even know I existed? Tears formed in my eyes again. Was I really alone in this world now? I launched into my tale, telling Elijah everything I knew, right down to the possible explanation for my age. I told him my life story from start to finish, and unfortunately he didn't seem any less confused by the end.

"Fiona, in my family secrets don't exist. Everyone finds out eventually, and it never takes more than a century for the truth to reveal itself. But if what you say is true about Niklaus Mikaelson being your father, then he has found some way to keep it buried deep, and there is no better way to uncover the truth then to confront Niklaus himself," Elijah said.

"You really think he could've kept me a secret all this time?" I asked.

Elijah smirked. "He is the most despicable of us all."

I was about to ask what he meant by that when Elijah spoke again. "You do look a great deal like him."

Before I had a chance to respond, I heard the sound of a door opening. Elijah got up and went toward the sound. I followed him and when I rounded the corner back into the entrance of the house I nearly fainted.

I didn't need an introduction to know the man standing before me was Niklaus Mikaelson.

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic about The Originals. Please leave a review with some feedback and suggestions and hit those follow and favorite buttons. Chapter 2 is already complete so I will post that a few days after this goes up. I am really excited about this story and I have enjoyed writing it. Go check out my other stories as well and I hope you have a wonderful day. Thanks for reading.