Untitled: KolxOC

by MtnHippie711

Caroline Forbes' cousin returns to Mystic Falls around the time that the Mikaelsons have arrived. The Original family recognizes her, but from where and when is a mystery. How will she cope with all of the supernatural shenanigans and her own supernatural ordeals. Review, follow, and favorite, but most importantly, READ.

1. Chapter 1

This story will revolve around my OC and the most mischievous of the Mikaelsons. I will try to update as often as I can. Please follow, favorite, and review

Butterflies.

That was all I could feel at the moment in the pit of my stomach. I was going back after five years. I had left Mystic Falls when I was thirteen. I was going to stay with my cousin, Caroline Forbes. We were roughly the same age, so we had some of the same friends; this including Elena, Jeremy, Bonnie, Matt, Tyler, etc. I hadn't spoken to anyone since I had been gone. I had actually asked my granda to call my aunt for me. I just didn't know what to say after the events that led to my departure. I just hoped that all would be well.

Instead of dreading the inevitable of my arrival to the town, I picked up my sketchbook, and drew home. To me, home was the rolling waves crashing against the cliffs, the huge green hills that surround everything, and the deep fog that was almost whimsical.

"Ireland…", I thought of fondly.

I was so wrapped up into my drawing, that I almost didn't notice we were there. I saw all of the shops in the town center, and the memories came flooding. Luckily enough, I arrived at the Forbes'. I promptly paid the taxi driver after he helped me unload my luggage. With a smile towards the driver, I turned to face the house. I walked up the path to reach the front door. I checked to see if the door was unlocked, it wasn't. Next, I rang the doorbell. Still no answer.

With a sigh, I moved my luggage away from the entry way of the home, and decided to go to the Grill.

"With any luck I'll run into Caroline", I thought. I walked through the familiar streets, and started to feel the pain in my head again. So, I stopped momentarily to reach into my brown leather purse for an old school cigarette holder. Only it held my medical ganja. I pulled out my lighter and lit the joint, and put everything back. I continued my journey to the Grill feeling waves of calmness wash over my body.

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