The Impossibility

Chapter 1

I told you guys I would be back with some more Hayley and Elijah fiction and here I am! I really hope you enjoy this! This is a storyline I have been messing around with for ages. I'm not sure how long it will be, 3 chapters maybe? Please read and review to let me know what you thought! Happy reading!

DISCLAIMER – I DO NOT OWN THE ORIGINALS OR ANY OTHER FRANCHISES MENTIONED IN THIS FICTION

A young girl, probably around the age of eighteen climbed out of a cab in the French Quarter, carrying only a backpack and the clothes on her back. Anybody who crossed her path would most likely assume that she was in New Orleans because she was a teenage runaway, and they would be correct, but she was a teenage runaway with intentions. All her life she had, had nobody, so when she finally started to gather information on her birth parents she found a new sense of hope and relief. The witch she had been raised by was shocked to learn of what are was, a hybrid. The witch that had been helping her told her that she was an Aphrodite, something that was incredibly rare. The witch had told her that she was born because of her parents' true love for each other.

She had known the witch since she was born, in fact it was the witch that found her eighteen years ago. The witch went by the name of Sara, and she was the only true family that she had ever had. The witch had named her Elizabeth, after many queens of the world. The witch has always told her that it was a name that was befitting of a royal, but this was something that Elizabeth hadn't understood until she was much older. for her whole life, Sara had given small titbits about her family, never revealing too much to the Aphrodite. However, as soon as Elizabeth turned sixteen, Sara told her the whole truth about her true family and where she could find them. Elizabeth had learnt that her true family lived in New Orleans and that they were considered as royalty, when Elizabeth was told this she finally understood where her name had come from. Furthermore, for the first time in her life, Sara had revealed Elizabeth's true surname to her, Mikaelson.

Elizabeth had been told about how her life was possible, even though she had never met her parents. Her whole life, Elizabeth had been told that she had been born out of true love, which is why she was called an Aphrodite. Sara told her that Aphrodite's are not born to their parents, but to the protection of a witch, which is why Elizabeth had never met her parents. They didn't even know she existed. Since Sara had told her where to find her family, Elizabeth had been travelling none stop to get to New Orleans. She was incredibly eager to find them, so once Sara had completed the locator spell to find them, Elizabeth was on the first flight out of London Heathrow to find her family.

That was how she found herself climbing out of a cab in the French Quarter. She paid the driver for the trip and started the walk down the street. It was late in the day so the city streets were rumbling with anticipation for the events that would be held that night. Elizabeth had never seen such a vibrant city, and she had never seen a city with so many bars on one street. Elizabeth laughed when a man dressed in brightly coloured clothing sporting a bright face paint look danced by her. She got to the end of the road and stopped, realizing she had no idea where she was going. She looked to her left and noticed a bar on the corner of the street, Rousseau's, Lizzie pulled her shiny brown hair out of the ponytail and walked in. The bar was quiet so she walked over to the bartender who was polishing glasses behind the bar. The woman looked up immediately, Elizabeth checked the name on the nametag before speaking.

"Hi Lauren, I'm looking for the family that goes by the name Mikaelson. I don't suppose you know where they live do you?" Elizabeth asked cheerily, a wide smile on her face.

"Yeah I know where they live. It's a place they call the Abattoir, I can give you the address." The bartender, Lauren, pulled a notepad and a pen from her jean pocket and started to write directions to the Mikaelson home.

Once Elizabeth had been given the small piece of paper that held the location of her family, she thanked the bartender again and began to follow the directions. However, she still managed to get lost so she had to ask for directions. She saw a lone girl walking down the street, Lizzie noted that they looked the same age as she ran down the street to speak to her.

"Hey! can you help me?" Lizzie caught her breath after asking the question.

"Sure, what can I do? Are you lost?" the brown-haired girl asked politely.

"Kind of, I'm Elizabeth. I'm looking for the Abattoir. The lady in Rousseau's said I could find some people I'm looking for there." The girl furrowed her eyebrows, silently recognizing some similarities between her and the girl before her.

"You're looking for the Mikaelson's? May I ask why?"

"I'm hoping they will be able to guide me to my family."

"Well in that case, my name is Hope. Hope Mikaelson." Hope smiled at Elizabeth, taking her hand and leading her towards her family home.

"Do you have any idea the name of the person you are looking for?" Hope enquired as they turned a corner.

"No, I'm looking for two people though. My mom and my dad. The witch who has taken care of me since I was born likes to be cryptic, she said I would know them as soon as I saw them." Elizabeth smiled at the memory of Sara telling her about her family for the first time.

"How come you have never met your parents?" Hope asked, she was silently putting the pieces of the puzzle together in her head.

Lizzie didn't know what to say. She knew that her parents were supernatural, but she didn't know whether Hope knew, even though her surname was Mikaelson.

"It's okay to speak freely, I am well aware that not everyone in New Orleans is human. Watch." Lizzie watched in amazement as Hope conjured a flower in her hand.

"You're a witch."

"If you are looking for who I think you are you are too." Hope spoke confidently before turning on her heel and continuing to walk down the street. Elizabeth remained on the street corner, shocked at the prospect that she could be a witch, as well as a vampire and a wolf.

"Hold on! You know who I'm looking for?" Elizabeth called up the street, chasing after Hope.

"You'll know them when you see them." Hope said, mimicking Sara. Elizabeth rolled her eyes and continued to follow Hope up the street until they came face to face with a large building with a huge gate at the entrance. Hope pushed the gate open and walked inside.

"Come on in." Hope called back, just in case Lizzie needed to be invited into the building.

"I'm home!" She called as she walked into the courtyard. Elizabeth trailed behind her, talking in the beauty of the home that she had just walked into. The courtyard was beautiful, flowers and fountains everywhere. it was exactly what Elizabeth had dreamed of since she was a little girl.

"Hope, sweetheart. Did you have a nice time?" A young blonde woman walked down the stairs and into the courtyard. Elizabeth sighed, there was no way that this woman was her mother, they held no similarities. the largest one was their hair, the woman's was bright blonde, whereas Elizabeth's was dark brown.

"Aunt Rebekah, this is Elizabeth. She's here looking for her family. Elizabeth, this is my aunt Rebekah, my dad's sister." Elizabeth thought it was odd that the woman, Rebekah, furrowed her eyebrows as she glanced at her.

"It's lovely to meet you sweetheart, who exactly is it you are looking for?" Elizabeth was about to open her mouth to reply when she heard someone come into the compound behind her. She gasped as she saw who it was, falling to the ground. Elizabeth knew exactly who he was, he was her father. Elizabeth remembered this as she was surrounded by blackness.

Anyone have any guesses about who Elizabeth's father is? Leave your guesses in the comments, there will be a random select prize for one of you who gets it right!

Lots of love,

Louisaxo