Not So Original

by Emnalokati

For almost 1000 years, Nala has been searching for the thieves who took what was left of her family. By 2010, the trail leads to Mystic Falls, a small town in Virginia, known for its supernatural history. Unbeknownst to Nala, things get a whole lot more complicated when she meets the Mystic Falls gang and ends up in the middle of their war with another group of vampires.

1. Chapter 1

Not So Original

(unofficial authors note): okay, the story borders on starting between the last episode of season 2 and the first episode of season 3. Klaus has already taken Stefan with him to track down more werewolves, but Damon hasn't begun searching for them yet. This first chapter is really an introduction/filler chapter to get the story moving.

Chapter 1:

Mystic Falls, 2010

The woman sighed. She was frustrated with Humans and their idiotic actions. Not 3 minutes ago, one had been foolishly chasing after a bicycle, the rider daring the runner to try and jump on. In the process, the man had knocked into her, causing her to spill her fresh Caramel Latte. Normally, the woman, Nala, wouldn't allow something as petty as spilled coffee irritate her. However, she was exhausted and the man had gotten on her last nerve. Discretely, she shot her arm out and grabbed him as he went to continue after the bike. Covering his mouth and muffling his shouts of protest, she quickly pulled him into a nearby alley. With inhuman speed, she uncovered his mouth, and, before he could make a sound, she snapped his neck, effectively killing him. Nala couldn't resist the opportunity to feed. Without remorse, she sank her fangs into the man's neck and drained him completely. Grabbing the body, Nala zoomed out of the alley and navigated the streets almost invisibly. Reaching the forest, Nala dumped the body, leaving it to the other supernatural creatures that roamed the woods.

It had been a long time since Nala had killed an innocent out of cold blood. She was usually calm and collected, making sure to feed from the less than innocent Humans that infected her most recent recent home, Mystic Falls. Soaking in her bathtub, Nala reminisced of those simpler times, when she hadn't been involved in tracking down the grimoire of her mother, an ancient witch. She had made it her life goal to find the sarcophagus of her father, which had been stolen from his tomb by a group of rowdy vampires in the Tenth Century CE. Her mother's grimoire not only told her how to track down the vampires, but it also told her how she could reach her mother in the Afterlife. Unlike other spirits, Nala's mother had died too long ago to be reached by simpler means of magic. Only the spell written by her mother herself could let Nala contact her. Unfortunately, Nala's mother's grimoire had gone missing the same time her father's sarcophagus was stolen.

Egypt, 1124 CE

Nalamerte was furious. She had been in the middle of enjoying the luxury of a nobleman's company when she had sensed it. Someone had breached the barriers of the tomb. Born in 3209 BCE, Nalamerte was an extremely old vampire, making her fast. However, no matter her speed, Nalamerte was not fast enough. She had reached the borders of Egypt in under an hour, despite having traveled from northern Russia. Continuing on to her old home, Nalamerte had discovered that the magic barrier, which had concealed her father's over 4,000 year old pyramid, was gone. Rushing through the desert, Nalamerte arrived at the base of the crumbling structure. It's yellowed limestone blocks were slowly disintegrating due to the harsh sandstorms of the desert. Hurriedly, she came upon the secret entrance into the pyramid. She gaped at the once hidden doorway in horror; the stone which had concealed the pathway was tossed to the ground, broken into pieces. The path had been protected by a barrier set up by Nalamerte's mother, who had put it under a spell which blocked any supernatural or Human creature from entering. If one managed to gain access, the spell allowed Nalamerte to be alerted if someone entered. Somehow, it was entered. Zooming down the dark entryway, she arrived in her father's underground tomb. Someone had disrupted the dust that had accumulated over the artifacts that's decorated the tomb. Eyes widening, Nalamerte gasped in terror. No. This wasn't real. Someone had taken her father's sarcophagus from the tomb. She fell to the ground, sobbing. After grieving for a short while, she noticed that other things were taken along with the coffin. This was not good. Scanning the room, Nalamerte realized that the hollowed block containing her mother's grimoire had also been removed from its spot in the wall. She was overcome with anger and hatred. Suddenly, Nalamerte froze. She sniffed the air. Blood. She could smell it. She walked back to the tomb's entrance, where the smell was the strongest. Faintly, Nalamerte could see a small streak of blood dashed across the stone blocks. She knew the smell. Werewolf. And Vampire. It was strangely combined. A murderous look flashed through her eyes. She would not stop until she found what was rightfully hers, and these thieves were dead.