Disclaimer: I do not own The Originals in any way, shape, or form. All credit goes to its rightful owners.
A/N: This story takes place the day after Tim's death in 1x11 (Après Moi, Le Déluge) and so forth. Pairings will be canon, with exception of Thomas/Davina. Also, I will be following the show's story line whilst inputting my own original ideas. And to avoid any possible confusion, please note that in this story vampires are able to procreate. This is solely meant just for Thomas, I don't plan on having any of the characters get impregnated by vampires any time soon.
Thomas Mikaelson will be portrayed by the young, talented, and unbelievably handsome Austin Butler.
Chapter One
The heavily-polluted New Orleans air filtered into Thomas Mikaelson's Jeep Wrangler and blew against his tousled blonde hair. It was just a little past ten, and the sun didn't dare hold back any of its gleaming rays. The nightwalkers that his Uncle Klaus had told him about suddenly came into mind, and he felt pity towards them because something as natural as sunlight was to be seen as a threat. Fortunately, being a half-breed like himself had its perks; they benefited all the powers of a regular vampire, but didn't have to suffer the agonizing pain that one would feel in the sun without a daylight ring. That's where the human side of him came into play. No need for silly magical jewelry and no blood cravings either. Thomas simply had the best of both worlds. But it wasn't always like that, because being a treasured member of the Mikaelson family had its disadvantages. Most supernatural beings cowered at the sound of his name, and the world would then seem like nothing but a lonely place. Innumerable enemies also came with the family name, but none that Thomas or his family couldn't handle.
A familiar ringing sound came from the cup holder, and Thomas removed his hand from the steering wheel to pick up his phone. "Yes dear Auntie?" He didn't even have to look at the caller ID to know it was his Aunt Rebekah calling, seeing as she had already ringed him up about twenty times in a time span of forty-five minutes.
"Where the bloody hell are you Tommy?" She hissed through the phone.
Thomas rolled his eyes at his aunt's nagging. "Not that far from where I was when you called me five minutes ago." This was life for him; Thomas going off to do his own thing and his relatives constantly pulling their leash on him. It got a bit annoying at times, but he never once took their genuine concern towards him for granted.
"Whatever. Just hurry up and get your arse over here." Unbeknownst to his aunt, Thomas had just pulled up at the curb right outside of the compound that his family had recently moved into. He quietly opened the car door and sped into the building, careful not to give anything away to his aunt that was still waiting on the phone. He came upon a small tunnel that led to a large central area, seeing numerous people seated at the tables having drinks and the back of a familiar head of long, wavy blonde hair leaning against the brick wall of the entryway.
"I'll be there soon Auntie, jeez. Oh and by the way, your hair looks absolutely horrid from the back." He then sped over to Rebekah, stopping just an inch behind her.
"What are you-? Oh my God, you sneaky little prat." She quickly spun on her heel and came face to face with her seventeen-year old nephew. Technically he was almost as old as the rest of his family, but the aging process stopped for him when he hit seventeen. Most people mistook him and Rebekah as siblings, which is completely understandable considering they're blood-related and share the same hair color. Another reason may also be that they both physically look like they're the same age, but Rebekah was born much longer before Thomas was conceived. Nevertheless, the pair was very close and cared for each other the way family should.
"Long time no see, Auntie." Thomas slightly cocked his head the right and held out his arms to her. Rebekah immediately jumped into his embrace, overjoyed that, after nearly a year, she's finally reunited with her favorite nephew. Klaus and Elijah must've been nearby because soon after, they emerged into the courtyard with small smiles lingering on their lips.
"Well, well. Finally got tired of being on your own did you dear nephew?" Thomas parted from his aunt and made his way to Klaus, wrapping his arms around his lean figure for a few seconds before stepping back. "Always a pleasure, Uncle."
He then made his way to the most noble relative of them all. Elijah was a more calm and collected being, so he just held out his hand to the younger boy, but the expression on his flawless face displayed the affection he had for Thomas. "Elijah. It's been far too long."
"Alright, enough of this sappy family reunion. On to more important issues." Klaus walked over to his nephew and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I've got an all-powerful teenage witch upstairs who needs to be looked after. Would you care to do the honors?"
Thomas let out an exaggerated sigh. He knew the ways of his Uncle, always asking for favors when he's too preoccupied to do the job himself. Before his arrival, he had been filled in on the happenings in the French quarter, which included the existence of a sixteen-year old super witch and how Klaus had just killed her first love the night before. Surely the last thing she'd want is someone lurking around in her room after the recent events, but that didn't stop Thomas from saying yes. "Of course. What better way to settle into my new home than by doing my beloved uncle a favor?"
"Atta boy. Go on now, just up the stairs and she should be the second door to the left. Oh, and don't be surprised if she threatens you. She's not exactly in a very good mood at the moment." Thomas followed his Uncle's directions and stopped just outside of a cherry wood door. He softly rapped his knuckles against it before turning the brass doorknob and entering the room.
Just when both his feet made it past the threshold, he was suddenly lifted into the air and knocked against the wall by an invisible force. He landed on the wooden floor with a great thud and a necessary groan escaped his mouth. Thomas rolled onto his back and found his voice. "Alright. I should've waited for an answer before coming in. Sorry." He got himself back up on his feet and averted his eyes to the girl sitting on the bed in front of him. Waves of chocolate-colored hair flowed just a few inches past her shoulders, her lips were plump and heart-shaped, and last but not least, Thomas was entranced by her blue-green orbs. He'd always been a sucker for such beautiful eyes.
"Who are you?" Her voice matched her appearance; pure innocence.
"I'm Thomas. Thomas Mikaelson." At the mention of his last name, the girl's face contorted into one expressing anger and lividity. Of course he knew why she would react in such a way; most of his living relatives had done nothing but bring grief and sadness to her life, it was almost expected that she'd show hatred and immediate distrust to anyone bearing his surname.
"Another Mikaelson? Great. Another addition to my list of original vampires." She scoffed. The girl stood from the bed and Thomas noticed that she was a rather small girl. Probably not an inch over 5'3. He could easily tower over her with his six foot frame.
"Actually, I'm not a vampire. At least, not completely." He attempted to walk closer to her, but the glare she shot his way kept him from taking another step. Instead, he chuckled and held up his arms in surrender before making his way to an armchair in the corner of the room.
The brunette girl grabbed a book from the dresser that was situated against the wall adjacent to the door. She went back to her spot on the bed and looked in Thomas's direction. "So if you're a Mikaelson, but you're not a full vampire, what are you?"
Thomas leaned forward and propped his elbows on his knees and laced his fingers together. "I'm a half-breed. You know, half-human, half-vampire. My father was the first-born child in his family. He, along with my uncles and aunt, had already been turned into vampires by the time he met my human mother. One thing led to another, and here I am. Still alive a thousand years after they both passed on. The original half-breed."
"Wait. You're Klaus, Elijah, and Rebekah's nephew?"
Thomas nodded his head and leaned back into the chair's burgundy cushions. "And you must be the super witch that I've heard such a great deal about."
She smirked at this. Of course he would know about her. The teenage girl with enough magical essence to strike fear into the strongest of vampires and witches alike - how could any supernatural being in the quarter pass up on sharing such vital information?
"Then you know what I'm capable of doing if you ever choose to cross me. Your uncles should know what I mean by that." A sudden glint of menace graced her blue-green eyes. Thomas was thoroughly impressed by her ability to appear as this poor, innocent girl one minute, and radiate such threatening energy the next.
"Not to worry, love. I mean no harm; you have my word on that. I am here simply to offer you some much needed company." Thomas flashed her one of his award-winning smiles in an attempt to convince the girl of his good-natured intentions.
She rolled her eyes and scooted further up the bed before leaning her head against the headboard. "Okay, fine. Whatever."
Thomas gave himself an invisible pat on the back. He was glad that the girl had agreed to let him stay, thus avoiding what probably would have been an awkward request for his dismissal. Handling rejections had never been a specialty of his, despite his carefree and out-going persona.
"Alright, well, we might as well make our time together somewhat enjoyable. So why don't you tell me about yourself?" Thomas asked her, fascination laced within his words.
The girl looked up from the book she was reading and shrugged her shoulders. "What do you want to know?"
Thomas cocked his head to the right, something that others labeled as a habit of his. "Well, you know my name, but I still don't know yours."
Her blue-green irises connected with his ocean-colored eyes as she let out a soft sigh.
"My name's Davina. Davina Claire."