A/N

I've read a few Mikaelson sister fics and the OC is always the nice one, very angelic or just doesn't agree with her family actions and helps the Scooby gang with their plans. This is not one of those.

One of the things that bother me the most is the way the originals act they have the reputation of being the most dangerous family in all of history and there very powerful, can fight are quite clever. But two of them get killed by teenagers within the same year, the didn't know about the sireline until Finn was killed (what about Mikael's). And have no idea about the doppelgänger blood/ travellers or the history of werewolves. In my opinion, they shouldn't have been the big bad in season 2/3 they should have waited until season 6 or something.

No KC more than canon. or maybe less. There's going to be less Klaus, altogether I think. There are going to be some changes to the first two seasons regarding deaths, really just Lexi (not sure how Damon took her down anyways or why she seems to be the one vampire on the show without a daylight ring. Back in season 1 when they wanted us to believe Damon and Stefan were one of the only ones. Seems like everyone does these days).

We will meet some of Iris' sireline who are pretty similar to her in the ways that Tristan and Lucian are shadow Klaus Klaus and Elijah.

Au in terms of the Originals history too regarding who has been daggered and for how long when it happens. Plus Rebekah won't be half a bratty and she seems at the beginning of season 3.

Vampires turned by an original are slightly better than a baby vamp. In terms of control and strength. It's like they already have a hundred years on them.


The End of An Affair.


The world was louder now than when she was put in this coffin. That was her first thought as she felt her body return to its original state, her veins rubbing against each other, almost making her dizzy. Her next thoughts rattled around her head and straight to her heart. Oswald, Sofia, Mathias, Toni, Violet, Lexi, Lou, Ghost, Annie, Adéle, Odion. Oh Odion was he dead?

Stefan.

That was the name that urged her to push open the coffin, only to be met with a dark-haired gentleman wearing some sort of soldiers uniform. The sound of the world outside the room she was in ceased, only his blood pumping around his pale skin, as she sat up he said.

"Hello..." unafraid.

"Hello there." she smiled before he had a chance to say anything else. Bloodlust took over immediately, the dark veins around her eyes became visible, her fangs descended, climbing out of the coffin with supernatural speed, Her hand grabbed his waist, as she tore her fangs into his neck. The blood satisfying every need she had. Forgotten was the list of names as she drank hungrily. She could feel this heart beating slower but that didn't stop her, it would take more one human given how long she'd been asleep. She knew it had to be more than 10 years. Fighting back the tears she drank.

When the stranger's blood stopped pumping she dropped him, he hit he ground with a thud as she looked around the warehouse, she licked her lips, as she pulled off the white satin gloves she was wearing, her fangs returning to their place in her gums. she pulled the golden pins out of her hair to allow a waterfall of blonde curls escape, the gold beaded dress she was wearing was ruined with her own blood. Her hands absentmindedly found the ruby bracelet she still had on, the memory of it filling her with rage. She should kill him just for that. Glancing around the room she noticed the coffins containing her family, walking over to the one she knew would contain the only reason she was walking up alone.

"Oh Lijah" she sighed as she ran her hand down his face, his suit an unfamiliar cut, so perhaps it hadn't been as long for him as it had been for her. Reluctantly she closed the lid, a dagger is the only thing that would help her older brother from being here to wake her up with his honey oak eyes, a warm welcoming smile, something to rid herself of her ruin clothes, a soft word about forgiveness and redemption but Nik didn't know much about hospitality, his ideas involved a comfortable coffin."

Finding the only sibling she wouldn't get danger for waking, the tall vampire lifted it with ease. Rebekah. Her sweet lovable sister, of course, he daggered her the same night she thought as she noticed her wearing the white dress she'd last seen her in 1924. Biting into her wrist with a crunch, lifting her head she allowed the blood to pass from her to her twin. She heard her moan before her eyes opened, finding the ones that were identical to hers, her gray skin returning to its normal pale shade, she would need more blood before she was back to full strength. A beautiful smile filled her lips at the sight of her sister, jumping out of the coffin at into her arms. Her eyes filled with tears at the betrayal of her brother.


Chicago - 1920.

"Sorry to crash the fun, boys, but some of us actually came here to hear the music. Not you." she could her sweet sister announce to the group, the old world twang to her voice like a beacon to follow and a honey hair man turned his attention to the impatient blonde tapping her high heeled foot to the side of the group.

"I am so sorry, sweetheart. Are we offending you?" he asked her cockily with a smirk plastered on his lips as he leant forward and his friends behind him laughed in amusement as she sneered slightly at what they saw as an insult.

"It would take a lot more than a baby face like this to offend me," she smirked back over her shoulder, the smell of lavender filled her senses as she turned to see her counterpart standing beside her, a glass of champagne in her hand. She watched her sister glaze her eye towards the man receiving her insults.

"Do we like him" she smirked, in a way Rebekah was all too familiar with.

"No" she snapped turning back towards the stage, as her sister sat to her left.

"That's a shame" she girl in red smirked taking him in, the burn honey hair, the smirk that her sister hadn't defeated, the darkness she could see in his eyes. Glancing at his companions less likely friends and more like playthings. "He's adorable,"

she spoke softly as she gently let her finger graze his left cheek almost seductively, lifting his chin to find her eyes.

"And if we did like him, what might we call him." asking her sister and not the man in front of her.

"Stefan, Salvatore," he told her, his smiling becoming more genuine, as he reached out her hand.

"Of course." she smiles rolling her eyes at the thought thinking of Alexi's last letter. The green of his eyes bore into the blue of hers, as she fiddled with the necklace she was wearing.

"Do Gloria a favour and stick a sock in it," Rebekah ordered the pair with a sweet smile, before turning back to the stage.

Finally taking his hand, he placed a small kiss on it.

"And you would be."

"Not quite as messy."

She retorted with her family's famous smirk, leaning closer she could fill him tense besid her face closer to his as though she meant to kiss him, he smelled like blood and rain, biting her own lips instead she ran her hand up his lapels before she whispered gently into his ear.

"Careful, Mr Salvatore. You're still wearing your date." before pulling away from him slightly with her face overtaken by bloodlust so that her fangs were descended, the veins around her eyes had darkened wiping the corner of his mouth with her thumb, before she brought it to her lips she sucked seductively, finding the flavour of blood quite delectable.

"She's lovely.


"Sister dear... It's your big brother. Come out, come out, wherever you are." He taunted her in a sing-song voice before she could move her sister took the dagger from her hands, before flying towards the voice at supernatural vampire speed. Quickly following only to find Nik with a dagger in his heart.

"Go to hell, Nik!" Rebekah swore as he crumbled a little in pain, rolling her eyes at his dramatics she knew all too well it wouldn't really hurt him due to his werewolf side but his blood being spilt gave her a quiet satisfaction. He scowled down at the dagger in his chest before it out with ease and throwing it carelessly on the ground at his feet.

"You woke her up," he said addressing his youngest sister

"I have no desire to be alone with you and your ego Nik." She back spat at him, her arms across ed her eyes hard.

"Don't pout. You knew it wouldn't kill me," he said to her with an eye roll as Rebekah crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, but I was hoping it would hurt more" she smirked back.

"You should be grateful, with Rebekah here I'm less likely to kill you," she said sweetly with a tilt of her him.

"I broke my hybrid curse, so would do much use I'm afraid."

The information took the twins by surprise the last time they'd been awake their bastard brother was filled with 400 years of disappointment after he failed to break his curse, lost his doppelgänger and the moonstone all in the same night.

"Oh I see... finally got everything you want and now you going to wake us all up." She told him with a smirk, her eyes lifting in fake excitement.

"How exciting."

Turning on the spot she raced towards the coffins opening the one being to Elijah barely pulling her hands away before the lid came crashing down.

"No.. now you have no need for us." His behaviour too predictable to be disappointing.

"I understand that you're upset with me, Flower," he told her through gritted teeth his hand on the small of her back as he guided them back toward their sister.

"So I'm going to let that go. Just this once. Brought you a little peace offering. You can come in." he called out to someone outside the door she glanced at Rebekah in confusing, and fear there were several people she hoped wouldn't alone be in the company of her brother. The warehouse door just as it opened, for the blonde haired original time, stopped when she saw her man whose name filled her heart with hope.

"Stefan..." She breathed his name in a whisper afraid to move she watched at Nik moved closer to him looked him in the eyes and compelled him.

"Now you remember."

She watched as recognition filled his eyes, only for a bloody fury to fill hers.

"Iris." He said in the sweet tone she longed to hear.

He moved towards her only to have her moved towards her brother, the sound of his neck snapping filled the warehouse.

Rebekah watched her with surprise.

She reached for him, only to find herself unable to touch him.

"He compelled you to forget me." She said as the words caught in her throat.

"How long"

"What year is it." She asks clearing her throat, finally looking at his forest eyes.

"Iris... " he started wanting to comfort her but instead he finished "It's 2010"

That bastard he kept them daggered through the new century. She knew Finn was still in the box he'd inhabiting in for the last now 400 years and Kol daggered only 30 years before her and Rebekah. Her thought wondered how long her brother had been alone, had Elijah been with him for the last 80 years, 40 years, 10 years, did they have a little spat over her ritual was that why he was in a deep slumber She stopped those thoughts quickly ignoring the sympathy she felt towards the newly formed hybrid and instead to the man she loves

Chicago - 1924.

"I want to be with Stefan." She told him honestly as she took a step away from her siblings.

"Fine. Then choose. Him or me." Niklaus demanded this eyes filled with both fear and betrayal.

"Please don't make me. Nik." She pleaded.

"I love him can't I just. I'll be fine without you."

Seeing her brother wasn't going to offer her any kind of compromise she looked towards her twin. The last time they'd been apart was when Nik dagger her for five years. Iris left New Orleans only to return when news reached her of her sisters awakening.

"Goodbye." She whispered before speeding out on the streets of Chicago. Take a second too long to decide where to go she felt a sharp pain in her chest, without the chance to turn around her pale skin turned even paler, a grey coated her as all the blood left her body. Her last thought of the man she wanted more than anything to save her, as she falls into the darkness to be awakened when her brother saw fit.

"86 years.." her honeyed voice spoke as reached out her hand, found the side of his face and for a second he leaned into it. Caught in the moment, the memories of the four years they spent together or the blood of the bloodies or the control she taught him all or the love she gave him. The first girl he loved completely standing in front of him, and on the floor next to him the brother who ruined everything had. Twice.

"This must be terribly confusing for you."