AN: Hello! Welcome to my very first Vampire Diaries fanfiction. This fanfiction is set from the last episode on the Originals but will most likely deviate from the current path the show is on. I filed this under "The Vampire Diaries" as opposed to a Vampire Diaries/Originals crossover because the Originals being a spin-off from the Vampire Diaries, I feel they're too closely intertwined. I hope you enjoy this, here's the prologue.

Prologue

Shivers ran down his spine. A thin layer of sweat covered his forehead. Behind closed lids, his eyes darted in all directions. After Klaus had bitten Elijah, it had only taken a handful of hours for the first symptoms to start showing. While a hybrid's bite would kill any ordinary vampire, the effects of the bite on an original vampire – a vampire that cannot be killed – had yet to be tested. Klaus warned him about the hallucinations that would soon set in. And set in, they did.

By day he was plagued by images of his father, Mikael, shouting and scolding him. On other occasions it was his mother, Esther, who would appear to him, proclaiming how she thought he and his siblings were an abomination and that they needed to be rid of this world, to restore its balance. Fights with Niklaus, ones from the past and ones that had never even happened, replayed through his mind like a broken record.

Numerous days had passed and as the hallucinations began to worsen, so followed Elijah's difficulty with distinguishing the projections from reality. Hayley, who had never left his side, had unfortunately become victim of one of Elijah's episodes, causing him to nearly strangle her to death. Luckily, he managed to gather his wits and not let it come quite that far. It was clear, however, that this could not persist any longer. Something had to be done. The only question that remained was: How?

Tucked underneath a sea of blankets, Elijah softly moaned, hovering between a state of waking and sleep. Hayley smoothed a wet cloth over his forehead, sighing softly. It was hard for her to see him like this. A man, otherwise so strong, noble and bold, completely helpless and vulnerable.

"Hayley…" Elijah breathed, his voice dry from dehydration and a lack of blood consumption.

Hayley jolted up, cradling Elijah's head in her lap. "Yes, Elijah? What is it?"

"Water," He murmured, "I need water."

Nodding her head, Hayley bolted to the kitchen and returned with a glass. Again, she took Elijah's head in her lap and helped him lean up slightly, bringing the glass close to his lips. With difficulty, Elijah's hand wrapped around the glass and tipped it a little further, allowing the water to slide down his throat.

"You can't stay like this, Elijah," Hayley stated and shook her head, "we need to find help. We need to fix this."

Elijah had to muster nearly all of his strength to tilt his head so he could look Hayley in the eyes. "There is no way to reverse of the effects of the bite, Hayley. Only Klaus' blood is able to cure a hybrid's bite and I am under the impression he will hardly be willing to give up a drop or two."

Hayley frowned. She knew he was right. The last time they encountered Klaus, things had gotten out of hand. The young, impregnated werewolf knew all too well that Elijah regretted some of the words he had spat at his brother and if he could take them back, he probably would. But if there was one thing Klaus was good at, it would have to be holding a grudge. Daggering his siblings for centuries upon centuries was proof of that.

"Then we find another way – we go to that witch, Davina, and get her to undo whatever Klaus' bite has done to you …"

"No… no, Davina is," Elijah swallowed, "too inexperienced to master such a spell. It would take her months and months of practice."

Hayley shook her head. That was no option. With the way things were escalating, Elijah would surely hurt himself or her by the end of the week. And then suddenly it hit her. She knew what they had to do.

"Come on," Hayley ushered, trying to lift Elijah off of the bed, "I have an idea."

Elijah, too frazzled to manage a reply, simply obeyed and allowed himself to be led towards the car. Hayley, quick to gather some of their belongings, chucked them in the backseat of the car before plotting a route on the car's GPS system from New Orleans to Mystic Falls, Virginia.