Hello everyone! I have posted a similar story to this called "The Other Little Sister", but I do not like it, so I have decided to recreate and this is what came out of it! Thank you so much if you do read, please comment, fan and favorite!
The Mikaelson Family, a twisted group of people bounded together by a curse, unkillable and immortal. A family no one wanted to be apart of unless there were just as complicated and confusing.
Rebekah, Elijah, Kol, Hayley and Klaus stood in the courtyard as they watched Hope chase after butterflies and sit among the floors of the garden while Freya worked to try and contact Finn within the other side, they had found a spell to bring their brother back into the body of a witch within the city, they only needed one more ingredient and that ingredient would able them to bring back Finn, finishing bringing all of Mikaelson family back.
"Do we really believe our, although talented witch sister, can bring Finn into our presence without that incredibly special candle we have used many a time?" Klaus commented, leaning forward in his chair as his eyes darted up the stairs towards the room in which Freya was working on her spell.
"Despite what you may think, brother, Freya is quite capable of bringing our eldest brother here. Have a mere sliver of faith in her, please, Niklaus." Elijah spoke, shaking his head as he adjusted his tie.
They sat in silence while the distant sound of Freya changing filled their vampire ears. Their eyes watched Hope as the seven year old pranced around the room with a smile on her face, she was such a happy little girl. This happy moment was interrupted by a scream from Freya which brought everyone in that room up those stairs and into that room.
Freya kneeled beside her array of candles and chalk drawing, blood dripping from her eyes, ears and mouth, she was scared, you could tell from the look on her face, but her eyes were on something else.
A small body laid beyond the chalk drawings, a small body wearing a stained night gown covered in dried blood. Everyone in the room had their eyes locked on the barely breathing body as they stood frozen in the room.
Rebekah was the first to move towards the body, her vampire speed laid the small child on her lap as tears welled in her eyes. Elijah walked slowly over and helped Freya off of the floor, handing his white handkerchief to the shaken woman to wipe her face off with. Niklaus moved towards his two youngest sisters, out breath as his heart beat quickly in his chest.
"Okay, does someone want to explain what the hell is going on?" Haley exclaimed as she pulled Hope to her side who had wandered up the stairs behind her family.
"It seems that Freya has stumbled upon a mystery our family didn't know we had." Elijah spoke as he inspected the scene around him, he hadn't seen this small child seen the day they were turned.
"When I called upon the lost Mikaelson, I thought I would be able to find Finn that way, not have a magical child appear out of nowhere and scare the hell out of me!" Freya exclaimed, coming out of her shock.
"Who is she?" Freya asked, inspecting the little girl who looked almost identical to how her and Rebekah had when they were children. She had curly blonde hair that was coated in thousand year old dried blood, her skin was white as snow and she had small freckles lining her face.
"Eveline is the youngest member of our family, Freya. She was born long after you were given to Dahlia, and she was mothers pride and joy. After you, none of us inherited Mother's magic until after we were turned. Mother indeed turned us to protect us, but she planned to dumb us newly turned creatures onto Father and take off with Eveline. She had more power in her than both you and Mother combined, so she planned to have Eveline taught as much about magic as she could." Rebekah spoke with anger in her voice, she was confused and angry.
"The night Mother turned us all, Eveline was sleep in the house but had wandered into the room, and somehow had been included in Mothers magical mystery, turning her among us. When it happened, Mother was heartbroken and took off with her. The last we knew, and the truth we accepted was that Mother murdered her in cold blood so that she wouldn't end up with a young vampire instead of a strong witch like she had wanted." Rebekah finished the story as she held her little sister close to her heart, she hadn't felt pain the way she had when she found out her only sister, that she knew of, had been murdered by her own Mother.
"We have much bigger things to worry about now, somehow Freya, most likely using our family's magic drew her out from whatever world Mother kept the poor thing in, and Mother died before she could tell us where she was being kept." Niklaus spoke.
The family brought the sleeping child into the guest room where Rebekah and Freya both volunteered to clean the child, they couldn't look at her covered in blood anymore, and it wasn't something that they wanted her to wake up in.
They bathed her quickly and dressed her in one of Hope's t-shirts, it was practically a dress on the small body. The laid her on the bed and both stood at one end, watching her.
"How old was she when it happened?" Freya asked quickly, looking over at her blonde sister with a concerned expression.
"We had just celebrated her birthday, her fourth birthday, she was so excited. Niklaus had made her a wooden sculpture, Elijah took her hunting, she and I went swimming in the river and mother had just made her that night gown she was wearing. It had been a good day, the next week Mother put an end to our happiness." Rebekah told her with sadness in her voice.
"You and her were close?" She imagined that her and Rebekah may have been close too as children if their Mother hadn't made that decision, but Rebekah and her other siblings, including this little one, may of not existed without their mother sacrificing her to Dahlia.
"Yes, we were very close, her and I. We spent many a days by the river, swimming was her favorite past time. I always aimed to make her smile and laugh, Henrik's death had been hard on her, her playmate was killed and she didn't understand it." Rebekah hated herself for years after they had been turned, she hated herself for letting Mother anywhere near them after they turned. She blamed herself, if she hadn't walked away from the girl for a moment after, Mother wouldn't had been able to take off with her, and it tore her apart for centuries.
"I wish I had been around, but if I had been our lives would be completely different if I had been." Freya spoke, wrapping her arm around her sister as they watched the small chest of the blonde girl rise and fall with ease.