DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Originals , only my characters. This was written at the end of 1x05.

Ara walked to the only park that was in New Orleans. "Mick!" she shouted to a boy that was sitting on a bench. The boy, or Mick, looked over to her and walked to her. "Ready to go?" he asked. "I will meet you at the house," Ara said, "I want to go to the cemetery." She brought out some flowers. "Okay," Mick responded, "I'll meet up with you later." He smiled and gave her a quick kiss, soon he vs away in a flash. Ara looked back feeling the rush of wind come towards her, she soon started walking towards the cemetery.

Ara went towards the tombstone, that said "Here lies Anjenica Milligton. Loving Mother and Friend". Ara smiled at the stone. She soon squatted down and placed the flowers near it. "Visiting again, huh?" A strange but familiar voice. Ara turned around and gave a grin, "Sophie!" she said while standing up and giving Sophie a hug. "Here for your mother's birthday?" Sophie asked and Ara nodded, trying to hod back the tears. "Hey," Sophie said looking Ara in the eye, "You're mother helped you and others fight for this town. She gets great respect." That made Ara smile. "How about we go see some of the other girls?" Sophie said while leading towards the witches. "Hello Ara." One of them said. Ara could not remember aes to well. "Hello," she said waving to her and the others. Soon she felt something sharp go into her shoulder, everything went black for Ara.

SOPHIE'S POV

"I'm sorry, Ara," I said taking the needle out of her. I had just drugged a helpless 16 year old teen. I looked up at the elder witches. "We won't do magic on her. We will just find out if she has magic in her or not. Considering she hasn't changed during full moons, I'm thinking her mother's magic is taking effect." The elders said. "Wait, what?" I asked, this is possible?! "She is werewolf, Sophie. Her mother was a witch. It's possible she is the new hybrid. Like you said to Klaus, one of nature's loopholes." I sighed. I dialed the one person we knew who could keep her away from the world and still get benefit from her.

He answered, "Klaus." Klaus with a snarky tone answered back, "What is it now, Sophie? This better be important." I took a deep breath and looked at Ara, "There's a girl. I think you might find intrest in her." "Sorry, love, but I don't plan on being with someone at the moment." I rolled my eyes, "Not like that. I have a 16-year-old werewolf, who might also possibly be half-witch. Do you want her or not?" "Sure." He responded back.

ARA'S POV

I opened my eyes to see myself in a room that looked like I was back in the 1800's. How did I get here? All I remember is that I was talking with Sophie and the others… SOPHIE! What the hell did she do to me? I went through my pockets trying to get my phone out. "Looking for this," a voice said with a British accent. I looked up and a guy was holding my phone. "Who are you? And why did you bring me here?" "Calm down, sweetheart," He took steps closer to me, "I just need you help. My name is Klaus." I heard that name before, I stood up straight, "The Original" I tried not to freak out. "I'm Ara." "I already know, love. Sophie told me.. She told me everything." He said with a smirk. "Like wh-" I tried to say, but I got cut off by Klaus' phone. He apparently had to go and visit Marcel. "Elijah," He said talking to someone in the doorway, "Finish her off." I was scared at what he said and who was coming through that door. 'Elijah' , or at least I think that's is his name, came through the door in a suit and tie. "Hello," He said, "My name is Elijah." "Hello, Elijah. What are you going to do to me?" He chuckled at my question, "I am to do nothing, dear. I'm just here to talk to you." I sighed in relief. "Now Sophie told my brother and I told us about you. What happened to your family, exactly?" He asked nicely. This made me frown a little. "My father was werewolf, and he died against the battle with Marcel. My mother she died as well, but of sickness. The only family member I have alive is my half-brother, Dominic. We found each other by the bayou, we both had the same birthmark." I then showed him my birthmark that I had on my ankle. "It's my turn then," Elijah said right before he basically told me his life story. "Wow," I said. He smiled, "I have to go now," he said, "so help yourself to whatever downstairs." He soon vs out and I sighed. 'Alone, again.' I thought to myself.