WE'RE STUCK HERE

A/N I thought I would try a new story. Don't know where it will go. This one is about the four Original siblings who are at the house and property Freya envisioned. They are stuck there while Klaus is incapacitated and while Hayley has their real bodies. Freya, Elijah, Kol and Rebekah.

Disclaimer: The Vampire Diaries does not belong to me. New characters, are mine.

Chapter 1

"This is it? It's not quite what I had in mind," Kol said, looking at the white house beyond the flower garden and picket fence. He felt somewhat disappointed.

"I told you this was all I could come up with on short notice," his older sister Freya said. "I was in this place before, in the early 1800s and I thought it was lovely. I wanted this. Sorry if it's not quite what you had imagined."

"That's an understatement," Kol muttered, but he realized it could be much worse. He didn't care about the flower garden and the picket fence, but he thought the house looked interesting. It was better than some remote cabin in the woods.

Freya glanced around, noting that her brother Elijah was now standing by their only other sister, Rebekah, listening to whatever she was saying. They both looked sad. Kol's irritating voice called her attention back to her youngest brother.

"How big is that house?" He moved from where he stood to where he could see along the side of the neat place. It was basically two-story, in an irregular way. He moved to where he could see the other side of the house.

"Freya, dear sister, tell me this house has electricity. Please," he said.

"Um. Maybe." Freya came to stand beside him. Hadn't she just said she had lived there in the early 1800s? She realized the place, if she had recreated it as it had been, was unlikely to be wired.

"Maybe the wire is in the rear," Kol said hopefully. "Let's check it out."

Elijah and Rebekah, having commented to each other about the sacrifice their brother Klaus had made, joined the other two. All were interested in the house where the four siblings were going to live for an undetermined amount of time. Although they now appeared to be flesh and blood, their real bodies lay in four coffins being guarded by Hayley. Rebekah and Kol started to walk around the left side of the house with Elijah and Freya going around the right.

Freya stopped at the side and pointed up to a second floor window. "That was my room. That window over there was to Aunt Dahlia's room."

"Who did the house belong to?"

"Some woman. Mrs. Anderson."

"What state were you in? Or what country?" Elijah liked to know that sort of thing.

"Iowa, USA."

Rebekah and Kol came around from the back of the house and joined them.

"What is in the back?" Elijah asked.

"No wiring. Unless it is buried," Kol said, an annoyed look on his face.

"No electricity?" Elijah asked with surprise. He and his siblings had lived for centuries without electricity, but now they were all used to the convenience.

Kol looked at the roof, which was at more than one level due to gables. "No satellite dish that I can see." He took his cell phone from his pocket and tried to get something on it. Anything. "And no reception! We're in a dead zone!"

"There's an outhouse, a privy, out back," Rebekah added.

"I forgot about that," Freya admitted. "I think we need to face that this is early 1800 as far as facilities are concerned."

"Wonderful," Kol snarked.

"Are we restricted to this property?" Rebekah wondered aloud. She headed for a nearby trellis arch covered by blooming pink roses. She stepped through it on a brick path, but the bricks ended a few feet beyond and the young woman ran into an invisible wall. Beyond it was a natural rural countryside with no houses in sight. She turned around and returned to her family.

"We are restricted," Elijah observed.

"Damn!" Kol said. "We're stuck in a house with no electric stuff, no plumbing and no phone. Freya!"

"Sorry."

"Can we even get into the house?" Rebekah asked, striding toward the porch. Everyone followed her, concerned that they might be stuck outdoors unless invited in.

Rebekah tried the doorknob on the large front door. It turned, but the door would not budge. There was a keyhole next to the knob.

"We'll just have to kick the damned door down," Kol barked, fuming over their situation. "I refuse to be stuck in a rose garden. What the hell are we doing here anyway?" He glared at his older sister.

"Kol, Nik made a huge sacrifice so we could get here and have a place to wait." She shouted. Her statement brought tears to Rebekah's eyes, for she had seen their brother Niklaus stabbed with a special knife, one that did not kill, but left him paralyzed and in much pain.

"I know that," he snapped back.

"Well, you don't show it. All you're doing is whining."

"Everyone, calm down," Elijah said. "Before we destroy the front door, let us go around the house again and try every window and door. Don't overlook the bulkheads to the cellar. And be careful. We may need an invite."

His three siblings agreed to try that tactic. Again, two went to the right and two to the left. Kol and Freya found a bulkhead door unlocked. They went down four steps to the cellar's outside door, which they found locked. This time Kol gave a vicious kick and the door fell apart. From there they entered a musty area barely lit by small windows.

"There's no furnace that I can see," the young man noted.

"Fireplaces."

"I didn't see any woodpile."

"You are such a pessimistic person, Kol. Were you like that as a child?" Freya, the oldest and raised by her aunt Dahlia, had known only one of her siblings back then, the little boy Finn. He had died recently as an adult.

"No, I was a happy kid. Really." He let Freya lead the way toward the stairs that went up to the main part of the house. Spotting a mouse, he added, "Did you have to recreate the vermin too?"

"Mice and spiders come with the house. Who knows what else is here?"

"Wonderful."

"Are you afraid of mice or spiders or snakes?" she teased, a smile touching her lips.

"No!" But as Kol lay a hand on the railing, a spider ran over it. "Yipe!" he gasped, yanking his hand away.

"Yes, you are. Me, I don't like snakes," Freya admitted.

Kol just growled. He was embarrassed. He was born a Viking and he was sure Vikings did not fear any creature. His father would have beaten him if he had shown he abhorred spiders.

When they were half way up the old stairs, they heard footsteps overhead.

"Did you summon other people?" he whispered. He had no idea just how powerful a witch his older sister was, but he knew she was quite skilled.

"Not that I know of. Maybe it's the last person who lived here."

"A ghost?" He was not afraid of ghosts. He really wasn't.

A/N Well, that's the first chapter. I hope you find it sort of interesting. I started the next chapter and accidentally deleted it! So frustrating. It's so hard to recapture the ideas I had already written, but I'll work at it.