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The New World, Small Village, 982AD (THIRD POV);


Sunlight danced across the lone wooden cottage and dust floated through the shattered windows in the morning breeze; the gentle gust of wind pushed the door open with a screech, allowing a young woman to slip through the door unnoticed by any of the early rising villagers or their workers. A breathy sigh of misery came from the woman's mouth as she realized the former residents had only returned to mourn their mother and they had not truly returned, despite her desire that they would. She kept wandering further into the house out of curiosity until she stood in the entrance to the dinner hall; in the middle of the room was a wooden table, chairs askew around it and blood splattered on various places throughout the room – reaching even past the entryway.

She eyed the immediate vicinity with trepidation, and noticed a lone bottle of wine sitting in an almost crushed crate. She stepped forward and grasped the bottle in her hand and noticed its contents thick consistency; 'I cannot deny myself this pleasure, surely...' she uncorked the bottle hesitantly, 'No one will ever know.'. The seconds seem to tick by slowly but she lifted to bottle to her mouth with a devilish smile appearing on her face – surely this wouldn't cause her any trouble; she took swig of the thick wine and choked on her first mouthful, it had a bitter taste that stayed long after it had been drunk – she paused for a second, though bitter it was easily compared to a overwhelming rush of ecstasy. She guzzled the rest greedily, but only seconds later keeled over and lost consciousness.


Mikaelson Estate, Mystic Falls, 2012 AD (THIRD POV);


"Good Evening, Ladies and Gentleman! Waiters are coming around with champagne. I invite you all to join me in raising a glass. It provides me with no greater joy then to see my family back together as one. I'd like to thank you all for being part of this spectacular evening. Cheers!"

A chorus of resounding 'cheers' rang back to the woman; she smiled back at the group gently, as if to calm them from an oncoming storm. She looked around at each of her children anxiously and noticed each one of them had passive looks on their faces as they took a sip from the champagne glasses that had been forced upon them; she wanted a family not a power struggle, they had killed enough people to know by now that revenge was fruitless and they still went against each other. It was her fault, she knew it was, and she would finish the endless feud – even if it meant losing her family once again. She looked up in time to notice a young lady she had long since though dead; her brunette tresses were hanging elegantly over her shoulder and she stood over the threshold in a floor-length white silk dress. She was unchanged and she was still a beauty.

"Cheers." She saluted, leering at the blonde woman.

Each member of the Original family turned their heads at the familiar voice; even over the rowdy slur of voices they each recognized the feminine and bell-like voice. She sauntered over to a waiter and grabbed a glass of champagne; she held it in the air for a second before smashing it to the ground irritation and rage, 'She has no morals!'.

"Meet me at the gazebo once this..." she paused, "get-together is over."

She scoffed before walking off, impishly giggling at the confused looks on their faces.


Hours Later...


The Mikaelson family gathered around the obscenely large gazebo, waiting for the meeting with someone they had not seen in centuries; each one of them was apprehensive and worried, though they dared not show it.

"Such a large and unnecessary marquee, trying to make up for other things Klaus? I would think so."

"Isabella you wound me, but now is not the time for your games-" Klaus began.

"How, may I ask, are you still alive?" Esther cut in, "There's no spell complex enough to do such a thing! You will tell me at once!"

"You are not my mother," she snapped, "And you cannot compel me – you would have sufficed with asking."

"Answer me!" the blonde witch demanded.

"Not just yet," the brunette eyed the eldest brother and winked, "Come, Elijah, I might just tell you if you need me too – just get Rebekah to wash off her most recent whorish activities first. Please, can you not smell the Salvatore reek?"


AN: I hope you liked this, I really want to continue this story if I get enough review – I like the concept of it. I've been sick lately so it gave me time to get out of my writers block.

Bella's Outfit:
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