Authors Note: In this story, the first half of the chapter will usually be a flashback of some kind, and the second half will be following the story in present time. To make this more clear timeline-wise, I label the year each part takes place. Hope you enjoy!

1421...

The way by which a young blonde woman with bright green eyes and a face with a million freckles became the adoptive daughter of Elijah Mikaelson was a strange story. They first met in 1421 when Rebekah heard whispers of an unaging witch in London. It had been a long time since the Mikaelsons were in London, so they decided to investigate. They had never heard of a witch strong enough to make themselves immortal, and as far as they knew, when witches turned into vampires they lost all their power.

Rebekah and Elijah went to the supposed witch's home alone. They all agreed that it was no place for Nik or Kol.

Elijah adjusted the cuffs of his overcoat as they stepped out of the coach, "Remember dear sister, she may be dangerous."

Rebekah looked at her brother incredulously, "More dangerous than us?"

"Rebekah, we've never heard of such a being, we don't know what they could do. Just be cautious."

Rebekah rolled her eyes and pushed open the door. There were bookshelves and tables covered completely in all sorts of writings. Beads hung from the ceiling, and there were candles everywhere. All in all, it was a real witchy atmosphere.

They heard a voice speaking from somewhere deeper in the large room. "I've heard reports of renegades in the south, by the Aldersgate." It seemed like the voice of a young woman.

"The Aldersgate?" A man questioned, "Where the hell is that?"

"It's on the southeast Thames, although, I haven't heard someone call it that in a hundred years," Elijah interrupted, walking around a bookshelf to see a girl and two older men.

The girl looked up from the map and grinned at him, her freckles warped on her face. "And who might you be?" She asked. Elijah looked at the two men suspiciously and the girl smiled knowingly, "You know what you came here to find out," she said to the two men.

They looked at each other, shrugged, and left. The girl smiled at Rebekah as she came from around the corner, "Just give me a minute, I'll be right with you." The girl rolled up the map they were looking at. She stepped out from behind the table and Elijah noticed she wasn't wearing a dress or skirts, she was wearing a blouse tucked into trousers. Rebekah raised an eyebrow at her strange attire.

The girl put the map away and turned back to face them. "So... what brings you to my little shop?" She asked.

"We hear there's a little witch here that doesn't seem to be ageing," Rebekah said.

The girl smiled, "Ah, well, cat's out of the bag I guess."

"So it's true then?" Rebekah asked. "But how? I can hear your heart beating."

The girl laughed, "I'm not a vampire, or a witch actually."

Rebekah and Elijah shared a confused glance, "Then what are you?" Elijah

"I'm intelligent, for one," She said, "I'm a doctor, a good one, and I'm an educated woman, so, therefore, I must be a witch."

"I think people are more caught up in the unageing thing," Rebekah said.

"Well they would be," she replied indignantly.

"So you aren't immortal?" Rebekah asked.

"Immortal? No. Mortal..." She paused and grinned slightly, "No." Elijah and Rebekah looked at each other once again, "I'm sorry, it's all very confusing. I can die, but only on one day of the year. And I suppose I don't age either."

Elijah walked around the room a bit, examining books, "Some of these texts... they're old, very old."

She smiled, "You two also give off that impression. You are vampires correct?"

"Yes we are, the first ones actually," Rebekah told her before Elijah could tell her not to. The girl seemed to notice his hesitations about her.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I know what it's like to have people constantly coming to try and kill you, " She paused, "How old are you? If you don't mind me asking."

Elijah sighed, "We were born sometime around 990, and what about you... your accent is..."

The girl was smiling her head off, "Is it strange that I really want to hug you right now?"

"Why on bloody earth would you want to do that?!" Rebekah exclaimed.

"Because I've never met anyone as old as I am, I mean, you're about 20 years older, but... so much from that time is gone... " She shook her head, "Where are you from?"

"Norway. You?"

"Bavaria."

Elijah smiled, "The heart of the Holy Roman Empire."

"It was about as fun as it sounds."

"Alright history nerds, back to the subject. How did you get like this?"

"A witch cursed me, well... I don't think she was trying to curse me, but whatever she was trying to do backfired, and here I am," The girl explained.

Elijah thought for a second, "What's your name?"

"Magdalene," She said with an eye-roll, "Call me Maggie, I beg you."

"I'm Elijah Mikaelson, this is my sister Rebekah."

"It's nice to meet you," Maggie shook her head with a smile, "You're so lucky you had each other all these years."

Elijah and Rebekah smiled at each other, "We actually have two other siblings who are with us as well," Elijah said.

"Not as great as it seems," Rebekah said.

Maggie smiled, "I could see that. Are you the only girl?"

"Yes, it's truly an awful existence."

Elijah rolled his eyes and Maggie laughed, "I know exactly how you feel, I had seven older siblings, all brothers."

"What happened to them?" Rebekah asked.

"Six of them died in a war, and the seventh was killed by the witch when she kidnapped me." For the first time since meeting Maggie, Elijah saw the smile slip off her face.

"We've lost a brother as well, he was killed by werewolves right in front of me. Our mother turned us into this because she didn't want to lose any more of us."

Rebekah was looking between the two of them with slight awe and confusion. Elijah never talked about what had happened. That was the most she's heard him say about it in nearly 200 years.

Maggie and Elijah were just staring at each other in silent understanding for a few moments before she spoke, "I have to go deal with something."

"Do you need some help?" Elijah asked.

"If you don't mind."

"Of course."

"Let me get changed."

Elijah nodded and turned back to the bookshelf to look at all the books she had. Rebekah turned to her brother.

"Elijah what are you doing? Are you really so desperate to get laid?"

Elijah looked at Rebekah with disdain, "Certainly not Rebekah," He said, "And besides, she's not my type."

Rebekah laughed, "That's true, you tend to go for the morally shifty, edgy women."

Elijah rolled his eyes again, but before he could retort Maggie came back into the room dressed in the common attire for the time. It might still make some eyebrows rise, but much less than her previous outfit.

"Ready?" Maggie asked with a kind smile, "Are you coming too, Rebekah?" She asked.

"No, I'll let you two have your fun. Do come back before tomorrow morning, I cannot guarantee that I can control both of them for any longer than that."

"I'm sure it will be fine, I'll see you later Rebekah."

Later that night...

"So you just let our brother walk off with some witch?" Kol questioned Rebekah.

"Well, what was I supposed to do? Say no?"

"Yes, Rebekah, that's exactly what you should've done," Niklaus spoke from his spot behind Kol. "Elijah is the one who sorts out or covers when we move from place to place. We don't know who we're supposed to be while we're here."

"Whose house are we staying in right now?" Kol asked.

Rebekah nodded, "Yes, yes, I've quite gotten the point, thank you..." She paused in thought, "We should go to the girl's house." They started off, "And she's not a witch by the way. Just cursed."

Nik and Kol shared a confused glance but nonetheless followed their sister to the store where she had been earlier with Elijah.

"So, what's she like? Must be really be something if she's caught Elijah's attention," Kol speculated.

Rebekah looked back at Kol, "That girl is an angel, there's no way she's done anything to Elijah and there's no way you two are going to do anything to her either."

Nik raised his eyebrows at Rebekah but said no more. They arrived outside Maggie's shop and when they entered they heard Elijah speaking from the back. "So why are you involved?" Niklaus moved towards the voices

"Let's call it a vendetta," Maggie said slightly playfully.

Nik walked into the room and said, "Vendetta? I rather like that word."

Maggie turned her head around and looked at him with amusement. She wasn't what he was expecting, and he was almost startled by her appearance. Rebekah's words came to mind, "That girl is an angel."

A laugh escaped her lips and she genuinely smiled at him. He was surprised, no one had looked at him like that in as long as he could remember.

"Have they done something to you?" Elijah asked, bringing the question back to the witches.

Maggie smiled wistfully and nodded, "They've tried to kill me on multiple occasions. They also are trying to overthrow the crown."

Nik chuckled, "Why not let them?"

Maggie stood from her seat to face him, "I assume you mean why not let them overthrow the crown and not let them kill me." Her words were serious, but her face was twisted into a grin.

"And why do you assume that? I did come here with the thought that you've kidnapped my brother after all."

"Oh really now? I thought we were a few kindred spirits?"

"How so?"

"Well, we both have people trying to kill us for no apparent reason other than that it's hard."

Nik grinned, "Well I suppose we have that in common."

Maggie smiled at him again, and time moved in slow motion as Elijah stood and the smile fell from her face. Nik turned around and was stabbed in the chest with something. He vaguely heard Maggie shout something, but then everything started to go black...

2009...

Elijah was desperately worried about his family, Rebekah was missing, Finn and Kol were back from the dead and all of their lives were in danger, but here he was, playing more trivial pursuit with Cami at the wishes of Niklaus, who was probably off getting himself killed right about now.

"What is the name of the state of Germany that used to be the heart of the Holy Roman Empire?" Cami asked.

Elijah stared at her for a moment before he quickly downed his glass of bourbon and stood from his chair, "This game is ridiculous."

Camille raised an eyebrow, "Wait... you don't know?" She paused and looked at him with concern, "It's-"

"Bavaria," Elijah interrupted. "I know it very well, someone very dear to me was born there."

"Who?" Cami asked.

Elijah thought for a moment before asking, "Has Niklaus ever mentioned a Magdalene to you in while he was narrating his memoirs?"

Cami furrowed her eyebrows, "No, not that I can remember."

Elijah took a breath, "That doesn't surprise me, none of us have spoken her name in decades."

"Is that what your mother made you see? When she took you?" Cami asked gently.

"Not directly, but I was... unpleasantly reminded."

"Why didn't Klaus mention her? She seems important," Cami asked.

Elijah shook his head, "It's been a hundred years, but..."

"But what?"

"But I can still remember the moment perfectly, and I'm sure he does even more so."

"What moment?" Cami asked with confusion.

"The moment I knew my father had killed my daughter," Elijah's voice cracked slightly, and Cami's eyes instantly watered.

"What? I didn't know you had a daughter," Cami said.

Elijah smiled slightly at her memory, "She wasn't really mine, but... she was. We met more than 600 years ago in London, she was almost as old as we were, and I knew right away that she was..." He shook his head, "It doesn't matter what she was."

"She was as old as you? Was she a vampire?" Cami asked.

"No, she was cursed by a witch in 1027," Elijah told her.

"Sort of like how your mother made you?" Cami asked.

Elijah smiled slightly, "I'd never really thought of it that way, but yes. She was only able to be killed one day a year, and the day our father came to kill us in New Orleans..." He shook his head, "It was dumb luck..." His voice trailed off into a whisper, "He killed her that night... right in front of me." Elijah walked around the room slightly, "I'm just glad Niklaus didn't have to see it..."

1919...

Elijah was getting ready for the play when he heard footsteps, thinking it was Maggie he spoke, "I think you'll like this one better Maggie, it's not as-" Elijah stopped when something struck him, he didn't hear a heartbeat, this wasn't Maggie...

Maggie was sitting next to Niklaus on the balcony overlooking the stage, she reached over him and grabbed his pocket watch. She frowned slightly as she checked the time.

"What is it, love?" Nik asked.

"Where is Elijah?" She asked.

Nik shrugged and grabbed her hand, "I'm sure he'll turn up." He kissed her palm and she looked around and blushed slightly.

She retracted her hand, "I'm going to go look for him." She stood and then bent down and kissed his cheek before walking off. Nik watched her go with a smile.

She walked towards where she knew Elijah was probably getting ready and heard some shouting coming from the room. She waited outside for a few moments until she heard Elijah shout in a struggle. There were only a few people who could put up much of a fight against Elijah, and since she was just with Nik, and she doubted he was fighting violently with Rebekah. She opened the door a crack and saw a man she had only seen once before, Mikael.

Before she could run and get Nik, Mikael must have heard her heart when she was at the door. Suddenly he whipped open the door and grabbed her by the neck.

Elijah quickly separated the two and stood between them, "Maggie, go and warn Niklaus."

"Elijah-"

"Go, Maggie!" Elijah shouted.

Maggie turned to run, when she got to the door she halted as she heard Mikaels "Tsk, tsk, tsk..." She turned around to see that Mikael was holding the white oak dagger right above Elijah's heart.

"Maggie... go," Elijah gasped.

Mikael laughed cruelly, "Oh Elijah, I never thought you would be the one brought to your knees by a little girl... but I was wrong."

Elijah was staring at Maggie with confusion. Usually, she had a confident, if not slightly cocky demeanour in the face of issues such as these. She knew no one could really hurt her, except on that one day... the fear in her eyes told him all he needed to know. It was today, the one day she was vulnerable was the day that Mikael shows his ugly head, there was no way this was a coincidence.

Elijah was terrified, in his heart he knew he was going to lose her today, "Maggie..."

Maggie looked at him briefly before turning to Mikael, "What do you want?"

"I want the bastard Niklaus dead," Mikael sneered.

"Why?" Maggie asked.

"Because he's an abomination, a monster. He is something that should have never been born," Mikael said.

"He's not a monster," Maggie said.

Mikael's face went red with rage, "And what would you know about it girl!" Maggie took a step back, and goosebumps appeared on her arms. Mikael raised an eyebrow, "Oh, you care for the beast. I wonder if he shares similar affections?"

"He hates me, thinks I'm too naive, too innocent," Maggie said.

Mikael laughed again, "Oh little girl. If I didn't know better I would think you were protecting yourself... he does care about you doesn't he? You know I'm going to kill you, but you don't want me to do it in front of him."

Maggie was silent for a few moments, "Do it then. Kill me."

Mikael pushed Elijah away from him and grabbed a regular wooden stake that he then pushed into Elijah's heart. Maggie knew it wouldn't be enough to hold him back for very long, but long enough so that Mikael could do whatever he wanted to her.

"You remind me of my daughter," Mikael said as he took a menacing step forward.

Maggie took a step back, "Please just... make it quick."

Mikael hesitated for a moment, she reminded him of the daughter he had lost, but then he smelt it. Niklaus. He could smell the dog on her, and all hesitations he might have had flew out the window. He lunged at her and plunged his fangs into her neck. She screamed as he quickly began to drain her of blood. After only a minute her legs gave out, Mikael let her fall to the floor and looked over at his son, who seemed to just be coming to.

Mikael grabbed the white oak stake and zoomed towards where he would find Niklaus. Leaving Elijah to wake to the sight of the nearly dead Maggie.

Elijah opened his eyes with great difficulty and with a shout of effort he managed to pull the wooden stake from his chest. Tears were already running down his face as he crawled over to Maggie's limp body, "Maggie... Maggie, please..." Her eyes were closed, and Elijah could hear an ever weaker heartbeat. He tore open his wrist and tried to get her to drink his blood, but it wasn't working, she wasn't healing. "No, no, no, no, Maggie, Maggie!" Elijah shouted desperately as he heard a single heartbeat, followed by no other.

Elijah held her limp, cold body close and rocked as he sobbed. It was then that he heard laughing from the audience above, and then Elijah knew something was seriously wrong...

Nik was sitting impatiently in the balcony seats, waiting for the rest of his family to return from wherever the hell they had gone off to. Nik knew something was seriously wrong when a distinct figure walked into the balcony and sat behind him. He then felt the point of a stake being pressed into his back, and the voice behind him said, "I would advise against trying to flee, boy. I can drive this into your heart before you can even think of getting to your feet, and I don't want you to die.. yet."

It was Mikael. Somehow, he was here. The fact that Michael had a white oak stake pressed against his back meant that wherever Elijah and Rebekah were, they were safe. But he felt a slight pit in his stomach when he thought of Maggie, who had gone to look for Elijah.

"Father..." Nik started, but Mikael cut him off.

"Father? Pathetic, just like that bitch Elijah calls a daughter."

Nik's blood ran cold, "If you touch her I'll-"

Mikael laughed, "Oh it's far too late for threats, I killed that little girl, and I left her body for Elijah to find."

Niklaus froze, "No."

"Oh yes, you should have heard her scream..." Mikael trailed off, "You know I wasn't going to kill her at first, but then I smelt you on her, and I knew it had to be done." A single tear rolled down Niklaus' face, there were so many things he had said to her in anger that he hadn't meant, that he never got the chance to take back. "Oh, did you care for her?" Mikael taunted. Nik attempted to get up and fight, but then Mikael jabbed him with the stake, forcing him to stay. "Don't worry boy, you'll see her again soon enough, but we need to have a little chat first."

"Any words we have for each other have been spoken long ago. But, know this, I am no longer the animal begging for scraps of your affection. I will die knowing my hatred for you was just. I will fall, proud of all I have achieved here. So, Mikael, if you're going to kill me, then get on with it," Niklaus told him.

Just then, the curtain rose, and Mikael whispered, "I've made some special alterations to the show, I think you'll like it."

Just when Niklaus thought this night couldn't get any worse, he looked down at the stage and saw Marcel staked to a wooden cross. It would be cruel but yet ironically fitting that both adoptive Mikaelson children would die this night, but Nik wasn't ready to give up yet. He raced down to the stage and tried to free Marcel, but Mikael was right on his tail and stopped him.

Just as Niklaus was certain that Mikael was about to kill him, Rebekah stepped in. Although, her attempt was short-lived. Mikael tossed Niklaus to the side and he stabbed Rebekah in the chest with a metal rod. Nik stood once again, not planning on going without a fight, but then Elijah came out of nowhere and helped Niklaus to his feet. Elijah was covered in blood, and Nik noticed his red, puffy eyes.

"We have to go," Elijah spoke with a rough voice.

Nik looked at him desperately, "Where's Maggie?"

Elijah shook his head, "We have to go."

2009...

Cami looked at Elijah with confusion, "Klaus told me that story, but he left out every part about her."

Elijah nodded, "Maggie and Niklaus were very close, she was the only true friend he ever had. After we fled, Nik wanted to go back for her, he didn't believe she was dead, and I... I lost it, completely."

"You just lost your daughter, that's fair enough," Cami said.

Elijah shook his head, "It wasn't fair to him. I told him to never speak her name again, and I don't think he has. I robbed him of the chance to grieve her death."

"Well, there's always time," Cami said.

Elijah nodded, "Yes, I suppose there is... If Niklaus can find it in himself to forgive me again, I might speak with him about this at a different time."