Please note that this story was written before the latest Originals episode therefore it does not follow the events of that particular time frame. Also this is my first try. I do take on board constructive criticism. Enjoy!

Preface:

New Orleans, 2015

She never knew if life would ever bring her anything other than loneliness. Throughout her entire mortal life she had travelled the world. Explored every inch of England: her birth place, Scotland, Wales, as well as the rest of Europe. But then when she became more than just a mortal, she walked every street of every state in America in order to find company, until she ended up here, in Louisiana. As much as she loved the beautiful city of New Orleans it still meant nothing if she couldn't share it's exciting perks with anyone. Someone who could show a little affection toward her, maybe? Despite of all the breathtaking experiences she gathered during her travel to the United Kingdom and then the States, her time in Western Europe would always be her dearest. That is where she fell in love for the first time. The only time, actually. She was young, curious and happy to be spending moments of her life with the one she truly loved. An also young man, obnoxious, and a more special being not only because he was precious to her but because he was different from the rest in very inexplicable ways. Her first love. One of a rare personality, vain but who did care about her, perhaps too blind sometimes to acknowledge or even see their mutual affection, since he was easily distracted by other more vicious things he had to do to stay alive. Her first mistake. Although he never understood her sentiments properly, he was close to falling madly in love with her, and her hopes for the better made her love him even more. Until his presence was suddenly plucked out of her life... and never returned. Her optimism didn't drain out completely, but grew fainter by the day. Till she stopped hoping that she would ever be united with him again... and moved on.

Kol Mikaelson. Despite it being centuries since she seen him last, a trace of sweetness still coursed her soul at the thought of his name. A man passionate about witchcraft and magic, which coul explain why he showed any interest in her in the first place. A handsome, intelligent and mischievous spirit, with a complicated and impulsive family who had ruined her. She spent a lot of time with the Mikaelsons, and could remember Kol's siblings just as clearly as she remembered him. As clearly as the night that she seen them for the last time.

Chapter One:

Cadiz, Spain 1702

It was nearing midnight and the Town Square was rumbling with flames. People were agitated, screaming and running from all directions, struggling to escape the hot, chaotic fire. She stumbled along the dry grass, raising her simple skirts high enough so she wouldn't trip over, emerging to the centre of the Square. The fire was stretching incredibly fast, eating up every form of life in its path. She could not understand what happened, and she clearly didn't like it either. Cadiz meant a lot to her. She adapted very quickly, bonded with the villagers, and she soon called it home, since she'd been cast off from her coven in England for being too rebellious and for not handling magic with all the care that her family requested. She wouldn't let the person who caused this catastrophe go without payment.

Soon she spotted two recognisable faces in the distance and she again began to charge toward them, her boots kicking the dirt as she ran. Once she reached them she shouted with a breathless voice:

'Niklaus! Elijah!' She paused to catch her breath, her back arching forward as she felt a tight knot in her chest. The two men spun around with a start.

'Angeline!' Elijah shouted too as he rushed closer to her. "What are you doing? You should be down at the shelters watching over the children.' She realised that both of their faces looked terrified and tensed, making her feel questionable.

'What happened out here? Where did this fire come from?' Her eyes slipped from one of the men to the other with impatience.

'Our father has found us. And now he will stop at nothing to get us killed. So if you excuse us we better be on our way.' Niklaus spoke with a sharp tone, grabbing Elijah by the shoulder and leading him to his horse.

Mikael washere, and he was hunting down his children. Angeline had learned enough about Mikael from them to know that he was a true monster. She found herself calling after Klaus and Elijah who were already mounting their horses. She picked up her skirts and ran to their side. 'Wait! What about Kol? I need to get to him! He's in as much danger as the rest of you are!' She shouted as loudly as she could, trying to cover the rest of the screaming from the horrified villagers.

'We're heading to him now.' Elijah responded from the back of his horse. 'We'll make sure of our brother's safety. A witch as powerful as you should be worrying about maintaining the safety of this town's helpless people.'

Angeline looked around her. The fire was getting greater and more men holding buckets of water who tried to get close to it were getting injured. She turned back to the two and nodded. 'I'll hold Mikael back for as long as I can. You two go ahead. I'll meet you at the cottage once I've accomplished my mission here.' She uttered with determination in her voice and with those heard, Elijah and Niklaus kicked their horses and sped off into the distance.

When she lost sight of them she took a deep breath, and without hesitation she approached the roaring flames, the heat cutting about her face, she went even closer. She could hear panicked men shouting at her to get away. The fire was very big, but she contained enough of her Powers for an attempt at extinguishing it. She held a pale hand out and shut her eyes, concentrating on the flames while their heat tickled at the tip of her slim fingers. With all of her strength and will she incantated: 'Suclus incendia!', repeatedly. Suddenly the heat about her face cooled and as she opened her eyes she noticed most of the fire was out. She smiled with satisfaction, hearing people behind her cheer in amazement.

Angeline gained back her confidence and emerged through the ashes left behind from the fire, feeling her Power ooze out of her body like water flooding into a wrecking ship, she called out. 'Mikael! I demand you! Show yourself you foul monster!' She went further into the ashes, her eyes spinning around in search for the Mikaelsons' Father, when suddenly a loud, deep voice made itself audible and a shadow formed before her.

'Who dares to confront me and speak such low of my status!' An aged man with hellish blue eyes and a murderous expression raged from the dark and stood opposite Angeline, a wooden weapon fixed into his left hand.

'I do!' Angeline shouted firmly, standing straight in front of him with fearless eyes.

Mikael let out an evil chuckle. 'A witch?' He said simply. 'A peasant, crazed witch thinks she can stand against me?' He shouted pointing at himself violently.

'You underestimate my power, vampire.' She spat vigorously, glaring into his eyes, disgusted.

'I am Mikael! The vampire who hunts vampires!'

'We don't care who you are! You caused us enough disruption for a night. Now you have to pay." Angeline gathered her Power as she made a step forward.

'You want to protect this town from me when you already had other monsters crawling in it? My children! Lead me to them and I assure you, none of your people will get hurt.' Mikael requested, sounding more than eager to murder his own blood.

Angeline made another step forward, her mouth stiffened as she gave a small nod. Mikael began smiling with satisfaction but her nodding abruptly stopped. 'Your children are my people!' Her power gushed out of her as she flung her arms forward with all her might, muttering an incantation under her breath keenly. She watched as Mikael dropped on his knees, crying out in pain, the sound of cracking bones pleasing her ears. A vicious wind began blowing, her incantation quickened, her heart raced in her chest as she maximised her strength then the aged man's body flew far into the air and crashed into a tree, the wooden stake from his hand plunged into his chest and his body laid there lifelessly. The stake was not white oak so it wouldn't hold him down for long. Rapidly she spun around at the frozen crowd of villagers behind her and she ordered them to rush into their homes and lock the doors. 'Carreis en vuestro casas! Hoy!' She shouted as she rushed to a loose horse and climbed it immediately. Taking one last glance at the people disappearing into their houses, she kicked the horse with her heal and rode into the direction of the Mikaelsons' cottage.

The wind blistered her face as she passed on through the field that led to her destination. She had to warn them about Mikael's defeat, and that when he woke he'd come for them. She couldn't wait to throw herself into Kol's arms, to feel him near and sense that he was unharmed, she was desperate to tell him how she gave Mikael a good beating and knock in the head.

When she reached the rather large cottage she could notice candlelight illuminating the rooms through tts small windows. Angeline dismounted the horse and tied it securely to a tree. In spite of her urgency, she made small steps inside the cottage. The entrance door was cracked open and the corridor smelt of something unusual. She slowly turned into the dimly lit study room and instantly jumped back with a squeal, covering her mouth with both of her palms. She could not believe her eyes. Still corpses were scattered all around the room, about thirty maybe she couldn't be sure, all with necks covered in their own blood. Angeline shook as she wandered around aimlessly calling out first Kol's name, then Rebekah's, Elijah's, then Niklaus's, but no answer from any of them. She kneeled down beside one dead body of a man whose back rested against the leg of a table and she slowly twisted his head with her gentle fingers to reveal the two punctures that remained on his carotid artery. Angeline then had remembered that she allowed Kol to drink from her wrist a few nights ago and the mark of his teeth were still on her skin. She raised her wrist up to the man's throat and studied the bite marks carefully. To her fright, they were identical, as how probably they were on the rest of the victims lying around.

The bodies were still warm, which could only mean that Kol was here recently. She called out again with despair but there was still no response. What if Mikael got to them before she did? No, he wouldn't know where they lived. Angeline took a few more looks around till she noticed a small patch of a powdery substance staining the floorboard. She crouched down to it, took some on her finger and then brought it to her nose. She gave it a quick sniff and its woody smell infused into her nostrils. No. Her jaw dropped open in shock as she distinguished that the powder was nothing else but White Oak ash. The Mikaelsons were Original vampires, the first vampires in the world, and the only way to kill them was by staking them using a silver dagger coated in White Oak ash.

New Orleans, 2015

Angeline strolled down the empty streets of the French Quarter, listening to her own footfalls while her eyes wandered around the vintage buildings that stood all around her. Everyone seemed to be inside their homes, or inside bars spending their evenings recklessly. She was still alone, only in the company of her own thoughts and memories of her past. Remembering how she defended the people of Cadiz from Mikael that night 300 years ago, and how the same night the best thing in her life, Mikael's youngest son, was taken forcedly away from her too. It made her break a little inside just like every time it crossed her mind. Perhaps Mikael was right. She worried about people's lives when he arrived in Cadiz and yet not even an hour later she found a dozen of dead people at Kol's hands, and it was not the first time. What if his children were the true monsters? Loving Kol might have been a mistake, as because of loving him so much she was driven to become something other than a mortal and had spent centuries alone since, but she never regreted meeting or falling for him.

As much as she wished, loving Kol so deeply was not her only mistake. Recently, another young man, younger perhaps, crossed her path. He was a sweet person, friendly and who gave her attention and to Angeline it seemed like he was rooting emotions for her. Her mistake was that she didn't give him a chance before he literally vanished and showed no sign of life since. That was her luck. Men faded away only as they appeared, it actually made her think if it was something about her that caused everyone from her life to go so quickly.

His name was Kaleb, a witch too, sensitive, modest, and too shy to admit that he was longing for her, which made Angeline feel relieved as she was not ready to develop feelings for him, and for that she felt sorry. Instantly she began to realise that yes, it was her fault that people were not constant in her life, simply because the paranoia that created inside her the night she lost Kol made her afraid to let anyone grow close to her again. And that was probably the worse doom she was stuck with.

She continued walking, her hands drawn into her jacket's pockets, not knowing where she was heading but not feeling the need to head home either. When suddenly she could hear painful shrieks, followed by sighs coming from a few feet before her. Her eyes captured the site of a shady figure struggling to walk in line, as her eyes were adjusting to the dark she decided it must have been a he. The silhouette leaped and crashed into a pole to his left, coughing hard he cried in a desperate hoarse voice:

'Please, help me.' He began sighing again, digging his head into his palms as if he were in profound pain.

Angeline already began sprinting toward him, feeling dubious about the man but worried enough to want to give him aid. 'Are you okay? I got you.' She called out as she got closer, once beside him she clutched his arms and held him on his feet with all her strength. The gleam of the streetlights shone on his face and revealed his features to her, a cold chill directly ran down her spine as she took in the details of his face. Her eyes began smiling as she stared in awe and surprise. 'Kaleb?'

The man swiftly raised his head and his blue eyes met hers. His facial expression changed from agony to shock and his jaw dropped unexpectedly. 'Ang... An...geline?'

Angeline bit her lip as she tried to hold him up straighter, happy to see him. 'I haven't seen you in months. You suddenly just disappeared. What happened to you?' She said worriedly.

Kaleb continued to stare, still shocked, his painful sighs stopped and now confusion took over in his face. 'More than a lot has happened actually.' He managed to say and an irritant cough followed shortly after.

The corners of Angeline's mouth pulled back as she spoke. 'Why are you gaping at me like that? Are you so surprised to see me?'

'Honestly, very, but at the same time incredibly glad.' His eyes rolled faintly, as if he was losing conscience. 'Listen to me Angeline, I need your help. I am dying, and I don't have much time left.'

Fear striked Angeline's face and her grip on his arms tightened. 'What?' Her voice was stuck in her throat that even the one single word was shaking as it came out. But she pulled herself together willingly. 'Have you tried anything magic wise? Any spell? Herbs?' She noticed that his stare was intensifying and something much more indistinguishable showed on his face. 'Kaleb?' She muttered in dismay, becoming confused herself. Did he not like her anymore? Is what he's saying true?

Kaleb swallowed hard before his lips pulled apart. 'I'm hexed Angeline. What's done to me is irreversable but I'm just hoping that you know how to slow it down.' He looked at her with honest eyes. 'I'm not ready to die.'

Her head began shaking uncontrollably. 'No. I don't just want to slow its process, I want to revoke it. Kaleb, every spell has a loophole, we just need to find it and I'm sure I know where to look for it. I am powerful and l will try my best to heal you.' She slowly caressed his shoulder as he began grinning softly feeling hopeful about her words. She could see it. He was happy to see her, even happier now that he knew she could help him. Maybe this was the beginning of a new chapter, where she would never be lonely anymore. Or Kaleb would be gone for good and she'd be alone all over again.