Every time I've seen an episode of the Vampire Diaries I've always been far more interested in the back stories of the originals than the whole Damon-Elena-Stefan issues. So, I decided I'd sate my own interests. Enjoy and let me know what you think!
Prologue: She Had to Be Dead
He couldn't believe it. He simply couldn't believe it. She was dead. She had to have been. No one had heard a peep out of her in nearly half a century, and she wasn't one to stay quiet being a bit of a celebrity in the supernatural world. After all, a bloodhound was like the vampire to any regular human mortal. She was his myth, and she was sitting across the room at the bar.
"Elijah!" she called excitedly across the room, waving her hand for him to come over. He did so, as though in a dream. She had to be dead . . . didn't she? But every sign allowed to him said otherwise. There she was. Same windswept, dark blonde hair and eyes that resembled the ocean - placid as a lake one moment, a roaring tempest the next - same tanned skin, short stature, and that feeling you got from her - I'm happy to be alive, you should be, too.
"Evera?" Elijah managed to choke out as he robotically pulled out one of the stools next to her and sat down.
"No, I'm Oprah. Yes, Evera, idiota! Que vamos a hacer contigo? What on earth are we going to do with you?"
"Ah, how, are you alive?" Elijah asked, not even listening to what his companion was saying.
"What do you mean?" Evera asked in apparent confusion. "I never died, man. Where have you been?"
"But, no word in nearly fifty years. Woodstock was the last anyone heard of you. What happened?"
"Oh that," she said, waving it away as though it were some bothersome fly while taking a sip of her beer. "I got a little hungry after getting drunk, and we'll just leave at that. But all's well that ends well, I'm here now."
"So you've what - just been laying low after that little incident at Woodstock?" Elijah asked in disbelief seeing as that wasn't Evera at all.
"No, it was just my wake up call. I was getting stupider, if that's even a word -"
"It is not," he interrupted the girl.
"Fine then, more stupid and daring each time. I needed a little rehab time to get off the fix, so I took a decade off, then another, and now I guess it's been near on fifty years. Hmm."
"What?" the original asked, waving away the bartender who had come to take his order.
The girl's face was fixed with a slight frown as her brow furrowed. "I just never thought I'd take to retirement. At least I haven't done golf yet. At that point I'd know I was completely off the reservation." Her frown immediately turned into a glowing smile and a chuckle escaped her throat at her joke.
Elijah couldn't help but laugh as well. "You would never have the patience for golf anyway."
"Cela est vrai. That is very true," she mused. "Enough about me since now you know I'm very much alive, just having a . . . indefinite leave of absence for now. How's your life? Spill. I've got this feeling that I've missed out on quite a lot."
"Evera you know exactly what I've been up to since the moment you left when . . ." Elijah trailed off, not wanting to finish.
But the young girl waved this remark away as well. "That is besides the point Elijah. I want to hear it all from you."
"Where do you want me to start?"
"Perhaps the best place to start is when you finally went home."
"You mean Mystic Falls."
"Like I said, home."