The Originals

~ ALWAYS AND FOREVER ~

I do not own The Originals. It belongs to its respective owners.

This will be a retelling of The Originals from the perspective of a big fan (myself) with a few of my own characters thrown in. I've had this idea rattling in my head ever since I started watching the series and I just couldn't resist XD

PROLOGUE

Ah, the Mikaelson Family. Perhaps the most powerful beings on Earth. No, not 'perhaps', we are the most powerful beings to walk this spit of rock. Feared by all and thought to be a mere legend by some. A fairy tale.

Well, I'm sorry to say we are real and we are not happy at the moment… If we ever truly were to begin with. And when we're not happy we tend to get violent.

Or more violent if we're being honest.

Yes, the Mikaelson's are strong, influential, and very, very dysfunctional.

When you're forced to endure the same people for a thousand years such as we have, you naturally butt heads like all families do. Only you'd be surprised how volatile that can be for us.

But nonetheless we are all bound by blood for eternity, my siblings and I… "Always and Forever"

Mississippi River, 300 years ago

"What do you make of that?"

"No banner. No flag. Just floated in out of nowhere. A miracle ship I reckon."

There was indeed a medium sized, wooden ship out in the middle of the sea. Silent as the waters that kept it afloat.

"Why is it just sitting here?" The young man asked the older gentleman next to him.

The man shrugged. "Suppose we ought to find out."

The two men brought a team of others with them aboard the ship and they headed below deck. Water dropped from walls and ceiling, a sign of a long journey at sea.

"Where in hell is everyone?" The first man said, holding up his lantern for light.

The older man looked around. "Deserted. Which makes everything in the hold legally forfeit. We take what suits us then."

"Hey, what do you make of this?" The first man said, referring to the two wooden, somewhat ornate coffins in the center of the room.

"Open it up, let's have a look."

The young man hesitated slightly but soon opened the left coffin, revealing to their horror a finely dressed man inside, dead with a dagger in his chest. "What the hell?!" He exclaimed, looking over the body.

Suddenly, a side door swung open violently. The sound of rushing wind could be heard as two of the men in the room vanished.

Another rushing sound whooshed behind the young man and he turned to see the older man gone as well.

Finally, all that's left is the young, frightened man. He looked around somewhat frantically, holding his lantern up high.

Again, he heard the wind again and quickly turned to see a young woman, possibly no older than him, standing behind him.

"Hello." She said sweetly. The dark veins on her face and neck were starting to disappear as she wiped away the leftover blood on her face with a handkerchief.

"Lovely to see such a handsome face after a long journey. Can I eat him brother?"

A man stepped out of the shadows, smiling slightly at their guest. "I'd rather you didn't."

"You already got all the good ones." A voice said as another gentleman appeared, dropping a body on the floor. "If anyone's going to eat him it'll be me."

"No, not you either, brother." The seemingly nicer man turned his attention back to the young man in their presence. "There's no need to be afraid."

"What is your name, boy?" The guy who wished to eat him asked, looking him right in the eyes.

The young man found himself answering without hesitation. "The name's George."

"Well, George, do exactly as I say. You will remember nothing of this encounter."

George nodded. "I will remember nothing."

"Well, we've had a very long journey. On it we lost our entire crew so I'm going to have to ask that you transport our belongings to shore."

"What kind of hell demons are you?" George asked, looking at the three.

"We're vampires, darling." The woman answered. "The Original vampires. I'm Rebekah, the disgustingly nice one is Elijah, the hungry one is Christophe." She then nodded to the two coffins. "Kol and Finn; may they rest in peace."

"Are we saving the best for last?" A voice announced.

Everyone looked at the top of the stairs to see yet another man on the top deck. In his arms was the older man, a friend of George.

"And our half-brother, Niklaus. Ignore him; he's a beast." Rebekah said, crossing her arms.

Niklaus laughed slightly at her comment and dropped the dead body with a loud thud. "Well, we fled Europe and survived the seas. Would you rather have me arrive hungry on the shores of our new homeland?"

"As always your manners are without equal, Niklaus." Elijah stated simply.

"So, George," Christophe spoke, "can you tell us on what poor, pitiful, defenseless land have us monstrosities been unleashed?"

"The French colony of Louisiana, off the shores of a town they've named New Orleans."

"My thanks, George. Now I suggest you acquire further assistance with our luggage and be extra careful with our two dear brothers." Christophe said, closing Kol's coffin which had still been open. He and his siblings then vanished just as fast as they appeared.

George gave another look at all the carnage around him. Men lying dead in pools of their own blood. With a shudder he got straight to work.

Hope you all enjoyed this first part. I really couldn't help myself once this idea came to me and I had to write it down. I already have so many other stories up right now, and yes, I probably shouldn't have started another one so soon but oh well. It's going to happen anyway. This story just may not be updated as quickly as the others. They did come first after all.

Special thanks to my sister for getting me to watch this show (she made me add this)

Anyway I had fun writing this so that's all that matters to me. Don't forget to REVIEW and tell me what you think :)