Emelia smiled as she drove her car into the town in which she was born. Granted, back then it was more of a village and it was a very long time ago, but nevertheless it held a special place in her heart. Stopping outside a place called the 'Mystic Grill', Emelia got out of her car and leaned against it, taking in how her village had changed. Letting out a sigh and shaking her head, she shook off her thoughts of the past. She entered the Grill and sat at the bar, ordering a drink. The bartender was blonde with blue eyes and looked like the classic 'boy next door'.
"I haven't seen you before. Just come into town?" He asked politely, wiping a glass.
"Yeah, just bought a house here." Emelia answered, smiling.
"Wow that's impressive. I think I'd have to work here for thirty years to even get enough for a deposit. Oh, I'm Matt, by the way."
"Emelia." She lifted her drink and smiled.
"Excuse me." Matt says as he left to serve another customer. Emelia looked around the Grill. It didn't seem like a bad place.
"You must be new, I'd remember a face like yours." A voice said from next to her.
Holding back a groan, she turned to face the owner of the voice.
"Damon Salvatore." He introduced himself. Emelia took a sip of her drink with an eyebrow raised.
"You don't tell me your name, I'll have to make one up." He half smirked.
"No doubt you could hear me say it before with that supernatural hearing of yours." She turned away from him and placed her drink down on the bar. When she turned back to look at his expression, he quickly recovered from his surprise.
"So a fellow vamp or something else?" Damon asked. Emelia smirked.
"Well that's none of your business now is it?" She answered.
"Urgh another secretive vampire with a British accent." Damon groaned. "As if Klaus wasn't enough." Emelia's eyes widened.
"First of all, it's an English accent. There are other countries in Britain you know. Also, tell me about Klaus." Emelia glared at Damon. Damon sighed and asked Matt for a bourbon.
"Thinking about that guy makes me need a drink." He groaned. "Look, I'm not saying anything."
The next thing he knew, he was round the back of the Grill, held up by his throat by Emelia.
"Kinky." Damon choked out.
"Tell me everything."She compelled him.
"Klaus came to kill my brother's girlfriend in a sacrifice." He answered unwillingly.
"You're an Original?" Emelia let go of him and he dropped to the ground, rubbing his neck.
"Sacrifice? So she must be the doppelgänger." Emelia mused. "What else?"
"My brother's with him, he made a deal to save me." Damon replied, frowning. He got up from the ground and brushed off his pants. Emelia hummed and turned to walk away when Damon grabbed her arm.
"How do you even know Klaus?" He inquired.
"I guess you could say we have history."
1000 years ago
Emelia walked through her village holding a basket of flowers and fruits. She smiled softly at those she passed, humming softly. Her long raven hair was half up in a twist of complicated braids and beads. She spotted her best friend and called out to her.
"Rebekah!" Emelia waved her over. Rebekah grinned widely and ran to her friend.
"Emelia! I feel I haven't seen you in an age." Emelia laughed, put down her basket and hugged Rebekah tightly.
"It's only been a few days." Emelia answered, letting her friend go. Rebekah gasped.
"Oh! Are you feeling better?" She asked, pressing a hand to Emelia's forehead. Emelia smiled at her concern.
"I am, thank you. And please thank your mother as well, the herbs she gave were very helpful."
"Perhaps you can thank her yourself." A voice said, picking up Emelia's basket. Emelia turned, seeing her best friend's brother Kol. She smiled at him and he returned it, though with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Mother told me to ask if you wanted to come for supper tonight." Kol shared a glance with Rebekah, plans brewing between them.
"That would be lovely. She's likely only inviting me because I'm an orphan now." The dark haired girl sighed.
Rebekah tutted.
"Nonsense, Mother thinks of you like her own daughter." She crossed her arms.
"I'll go tell Mother then, see you both later." Kol walked away, back home. Emelia frowned.
"Don't fret Lia, plus Nik will be there." Rebekah nudged her friend encouragingly.
"I told you Bekah, I don't like your brother that way." Emelia replied, her cheeks slightly pink. Rebekah pressed her lips together disbelieving her friend's words.
"Deniaaaal." She sang, stepping away from Emelia.
Present
Emelia drove to her new home, her thoughts racing around her head. Klaus was here, well was here. Apparently now he was searching out wolves to turn into hybrids with the younger Salvatore. She was sure she could follow their trail, much like how she assumed Damon was.
After a thousand years, she would finally see Niklaus again. Perhaps a different version, but him nevertheless. And maybe even Rebekah, Kol and Elijah. She wasn't very close with Finn, but he was polite.
Maybe this time she wouldn't be too late to catch up to them, after New Orleans and Chicago, she just wanted to see them. Did Rebekah still have her long blonde hair and sharp wit? Was Elijah still the moral peacekeeping one? Was Kol as mischievous as ever?
Smiling with tears in her eyes, she parked outside her new home and admired it. Maybe finally after all this time she would have her family back.
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