Hey Everyone,

First off let me just say this is my first official full fiction. It is an Original fanfiction because I love that family. Elijah especially. However, this will not follow the storyline of the show. Simply because I have only seen the first four episodes, but I'm going for something different. There will also be a few cameos by some Vampire Diaries characters, but again, it will not really follow that storyline either. I hope all enjoy and review. I would love to hear what you're thinking.

Charvi sat at the table sipping her Long Island Ice Tea and pretending not to ease drop. Three men sat at a table to her left. Vampires to be more specific. The tables in the bar were spaced far enough apart for them to feel it was alright to have a private conversation. Let alone the one they were having, but she imagined they didn't care and thought no one was listening. She had learned shortly upon arriving in the city that their existed was well known. There was even a vampire that claimed to be King of the city. She hadn't seen him yet.

She hadn't been in the city long, only about three weeks. When she first felt the pull to New Orleans she wasn't sure what it was about until she started having very vivid dreams. They were different each time, but the one constant in them were herself and the original vampire family. Never being one to ignore her visions, she had packed up, bringing her younger sister with her, and moved to the city.

The city had been alive with magic in the air when they had arrived. It had pulsed like undercurrents to her own. It was completely breathtaking. She had lived in several places over the years. Felt all types or magic and supernatural beings presences, but none so strong as what she had felt making her way into the city.

She had been anxious to find any other witches living within the city and speak to them, to find out what type of witchcraft they practiced. However, what she had found instead shocked her. The witches of the French Quarter did not practiced magic. When she questioned why none of them would answer her, but she knew something had them shaken, frightened.

For the past couple weeks since those encounters she and her sister had been trying to find out why they seemed so scared. From what they had gathered the King of the city, as he liked to call himself, Marcel Gerard had something on them. Somehow, he knew when they would practice magic he punished them for it. She didn't know how he knew. That part was still a mystery. What she did know however was that he and the original vampires were not the friends she heard they had once been.

She had heard whispers through the streets that the original hybrid, Klaus had attacked Marcel's men and bitten one of them. Walking out of the place unharmed. A blatant insult to Marcel and a direct hit to his power. Charvi had heard he liked to boast that no one broke his rules and lived to tell about it. According to witnesses, however, Klaus had not only broken that rule; he had also turned his back on and walked away. None too phased by the prospect of retaliation.

As she was finishing the rest of her drink her curiosity was pricked when she heard that there was going to be a masquerade ball the upcoming Saturday night. She was even more interested when she heard that Marcel had extended an invitation to the original family. Charvi could only assume it was in an attempt to show that he wasn't scared of them.

Whatever the reason, she was intrigued. She hadn't seen the original family since she'd gotten into town, but she knew she needed to. Though she had made it to the city she still felt a pull. Still had those dreams and she knew it meant she needed to come face to face with the original family.

She continued to listen. Hoping that they would reveal the location of the ball. They didn't, but she wasn't too concerned about it. She could find out easily.

Once the three men left, she placed some money on her table to cover her drink before casually walking to the one they had occupied. Grabbing a napkin from under one of the glasses, she slipped it into her pocket before walking out of the bar.

Charvi eased her way into the crowds of people moving along the Quarter sidewalks. She could sense the power of a few witches that were still working as well as the aura of the vampires that walked about. She knew, however, that none of them could sense her. She used a cloaking spell whenever she was out and the first time she had spoken to the witches she was glamored and cloaked as well.

The element of surprise would always be one the greatest weapon's known to mankind and she had intentions on keeping her true identity to herself until the time called for it. Whether that be in the next day or a year from now.

She took in her surroundings as she walked. The city was beautiful at night. So alive. She was sure she would never get tired of looking at it. It was a magical place. Literally and metaphorically.

Charvi turned the corner onto Dauphine Street and headed towards the house she and her sister was renting. It was a one and a half story house that was going to run them a pretty penny each month, but neither of them cared. It was in the Quarter, so they hadn't expected it to be dirt cheap.

Walking into the house, she made sure to lock the door behind her before going to search for her sister. It didn't take her long to find her in the small room off of the master bedroom that they had set up for meditation and practicing. There, Maliha was floating inside a circle of candles. Eyes closed in concentration.

She watched her a younger sister for a while before stepping into the room. Maliha opened one eye to look at her before closing it again. After another moment or so, she sighed as she and the candles slowly floated back to the floor and opening both eyes.

"I still can't figure out what Marcel has on the witches in the Quarter. Not that they gave us anything to go on." She stated fingering her hair, gray eyes laced with irritation. "Were you able to find the ancient family?"

Charvi shook her head. "No, but I did learn that Marcel is throwing a Masquerade ball in three days and he sent them an invitation."

"He's either very smart or very stupid." Maliha stated. "Do you know where it's at?"

"I think it's more of a keep your enemies close sort of thing. They didn't mention where it was at, but I brought you this." She stated pulling the napkin from her pocket.

Maliha looked at it before locking her gaze onto Charvi's duel colored eyes. "A napkin. You shouldn't have." She stated sarcastically.

The older witch smirked at her. "It was touched by one of the men attending the ball. I figured you could find the location using it."

Maliha nodded and took it from her. Closing her eyes, she focused on the energy of the person the napkin had belonged too. When she found him she forced herself to push forward. She saw several things, but none of them were the masquerade ball.

"I can't see it. I think it's too far out. I've never tried to see beyond two days. I'll try again tomorrow."

Charvi nodded. "I'm going to go to bed. I'm tired and we're going to have a busy couple of days ahead."

"I'm going to go too." Maliha stated standing from the circle of candles as the flames disappeared.

Making her way into her bedroom and then to the bathroom, Charvi showered before slipping on her panties and a t-shirt. She closed her eyes allowing sleep to overtake her almost instantly.

Charvi…

She could hear her name being whispered and she tried to fight it. She was tired and all she wanted to do was sleep.

Charvi…

Groaning she slowly blinked her eyes open. She looked around and she was still in her bed, but she knew the sensation. Knew that she wasn't dreaming nor was she awake. Sighing, she looked to her left to see her mother sitting there at the end of her bed.

"Mom." She stated, sitting up and leaning against the headboard. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to check on you. You haven't made contact with the original family yet."

Charvi yawned. "It's a big place, Mom and without something of theirs it makes it a little hard to find them, but I think I know where they'll be soon. I plan on possibly making introductions then."

Amara nodded. "Good. The sooner you all get on each others' radar the faster you can begin to work together."

"I know, but I don't understand why you would want that. I mean, I know we aren't like most witches, but why do I need to assist them?"

"You've seen it."

"I've seen a lot of things. None of it makes any sense."

"A war is coming. One that could spell disaster for all supernaturals if measures are not taken. Everything you have ever learned has been to prepare you for this. Every Carlisle witch has a destiny. This one is yours. Yours and Maliha's."

At that Charvi could feel her blood began to boil with anger. For as long as she could remember her mother, grandmother and great-grandmother had always stressed that everyone in their coven, in their family had some great destiny. The only thing she saw, however, was death. They had all died. All of them before their time in her opinion. She only knew her great-grandmother because her spirit often spoke to her as her mother's was doing now.

"What destiny, Mother. To die prematurely like my ancestors before me? I don't think I would enjoy that destiny."

Her mother sighed, moving up higher on the bed. They could interact in this plain. In this in between world and Amara took her daughter's hands. "There is always a risk of dying. That goes forany person or supernatural being out there. You cannot run from this Char, it's your birthright. You may not understand it now, but in time it will all come to you. Many witches have forgotten that they are not just servants of nature. They are protectors of all. Our family never forgot that. It is because of that that we can send you our blessing and give you whatever help you may need in this coming war."

Charvi was silent as she allowed her mother's words to digest. It was true that her entire life she had been told she was destined for greatness. That she and her sister were special. As far back as their great-grandparents tothe sixth power on both their mother and father's side, they were purely witches. There was no human blood within them. With the girls being the seventh generation they held great power.

Their family on both there paternal and maternal side were strong coven's of witches. However, in Charvi opinion they weren't strong enough to keep themselves from being wiped to near extinction. Including herself and Maliha there were only about seven of them left and they were all off, searching for their place. Trying to fulfill their destiny. Buying into it far more than Charvi ever had.

She knew that there had to be some truth to what her mother was saying. She had felt the pull to the city, dreamed of herself, her sister and the originals. She just wasn't sure if she believed helping them fight a war was what she was supposed to be doing with her life. Wars had casualties and she didn't want to be one of them. Moreover, she didn't want her sister to be one of them.

Finally, after sitting in silence for a while with her mother rubbing her thumbs over the back of her hands, she took a deep breath and spoke. "I'm still not sure what my role in this is to be. Why it is that one thousand year old vampires would need my assistance at all. I do know that you believe they do and that I can aid in whatever may be headed this way. For that reason, I'll do what I can. Maliha and I both will. We'll figure out our place in the chaos that is to come."

Amara smiled at her daughter. There was so much she could tell her. So much she had seen of both of her daughters futures while she was still living. Yet, she knew that they both would have to make the decisions for themselves. She hated that she had left them so abruptly. That her life had been cut short. However, she looked over them. Guided them when she could as did the rest of the family that had departed the earth.

She was extremely proud of both of them. Grateful to Charvi for putting aside the things she wanted, to look after her thirteen year old sister the way that she had. The way that no nineteenyear old should have had to do. Now, seven years later, both of her girls had become outstanding young women.

Leaning in, Amara kissed her oldest child on the forehead. "Get some sleep." She told her. The energy she used to communicate with her fading. "I'll visit again soon."

Charvi made her way down stairs the next morning a little before eleven which was late for her. She was normally up with the birds. She made her way into the kitchen to find Maliha waiting with a cup of hot tea. Charvi took it with a thankful smile before having a seat at the small table.

"Rough night?" The younger woman asked as she sipped her own tea.

Charvi swallowed and shook her head. "No, I talked to Mom."

Maliha nodded understanding. Whenever one of them spoke to a departed family member it always seemed to take a little extra something out of them. "What did she say?"

For the next fifteen minutes Charvi filled her sister in on the conversation she'd had with her mother. She even stressed her doubt of their so called destiny, but as always her little sister had a rebuff. Unlike Charvi who at times at been a cynic about destinies. Maliha believed in them profoundly. She knew that her big sister attest her disbelief to the loss of so many of their family members, but Maliha felt they had fulfilled their destinies. Even if they had to give their lives to do it.

"You know that I'm with you. Whatever you decide." Maliha stated standing and taking her cup to the sink. "If you decided you want to go into battle then we'll go together. If you decide that you want no parts of this, no parts of the originals and want to keep fighting the pull then we'll do it together. Either way we're in this together. Just like with everything else." Charvi smiled at her sister and Maliha nodded. "Now, I'm going to go upstairs and see if I can figure out where this ball is being held." With that she bounded up the stairs.

Charvi sat slowly finishing her tea. She had no doubt that Maliha would support her in whatever decision she made. After all she had up and moved with her even though Maliha hadn't felt the pull. She wasn't surprised though. They had always been close. Even before both of their parent's had passed and she began to take care of her. It didn't matter that she had been six years older than Maliha. They had always had a natural bond that anyone who knew them, met them had envied.

Finishing the rest of her tea, she made her way over to the sink and washed the few dishes that were there before putting them away. She had dressed before she came downstairs so she was all set to leave the house. Grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl she yelled up to Maliha that she was leaving before exiting the house.

As she made her way through the streets of the Quarter cloaked, she enjoyed her apple before throwing the core in a nearby trashcan. Normally, her days would have consisted of scouring the Quarter for any leads on where the original family was staying or looking for clues as to why the witches were so frightened of the vampires.

However, both of those things took a back burner for the moment. She knew where she would be able to find the original family in the coming days. If the rumors about Klaus was true, then she knew he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to confront his enemy again. Especially when it seemed as if Marcel was making a show of power. She had no doubt that they would be there. If not only the original hybrid by himself.

Instead, Charvi planned on spending her day dress shopping. She and her sister needed to look exquisite for the ball. More so since they would be crashing it. However, she also needed to make sure that they blended in. She didn't need anything drawing attention to the two of them before they were ready to be known.

Klaus stared at the invitation on his desk. He had been out at the bar Monday night when one of Marcel's vampires had presented it to him. The young man had seemed to be terrified and it amused him. He had thought about killing him just for the hell of it. However, he had abstained from such an act. Simply because he didn't feel like hearing Elijah's nagging.

There was no question whether or not he was going. This was a show of power and Klaus had every intention of showing the younger vampire that he held none where the original family was concerned and he soon wouldn't hold any in the city at all once Klaus had his way. He just had to deal with a few obstacles first.

Upon Elijah's release from the coffin he had been captive in he had revealed to Klaus that Marcel had a witch. She was young, but extremely powerful. His older brother was under the impression that there was more to the story, however, he hadn't had a chance to figure it out. He knew that Elijah planned on going back to visit the girl. Klaus just wasn't sure when.

He had to admit though. He was very much intrigued. If she held such power now, there was not telling the amount she would come into. Klaus had every intention of getting the young girl shifted to his side. After all, he could offer her things that Marcel could not. He would also show her that she was on the losing side and he would hate to have to get rid of such potential.

Klaus stood and made his way to the window. He liked this new house. It was spacious and contained plenty of room for the first wave of allies he sought to recruit in the near future. However, it wasn't their home. No, the home they had previously occupied was now in Marcel's position. He lived in it as if it was his right. As if he had every claim to it. The thought alone angered Klaus and he would put that anger to great use.

Klaus looked over his shoulder as he sensed his siblings come in. Elijah was giving him and inquisitive look, Rebekah looked as if she wanted to be anywhere but there and Kol, per usual, was indifferent.

"What is it, Nik?" Rebekah questioned perching on the edge of his desk.

"Well, my dear siblings. It seems we have been invited to a masquerade ball." He informed them. He had kept the information to himself for a few days. "Marcellus has invited us." He tacked on with a smirk.

This peeked Kol's interest. "Well, I believe we should go. He was gracious enough to invite us after all." The youngest male original stated with a mischievous smile.

"I agree." Elijah threw in. "We should show a united front against our enemies."

"When is it, Nik?" Rebekah questioned, flipping her blonde hair out of her face.

"Saturday. It should be quite the event." He responded, his facing again housing a smirk.

"Well, looks like I have some dress shopping to do." Rebekah stated getting off of the desk. "Come on, Kol. You can help." She stated grabbing her older bother's arm and pulling him from the room.

The two older siblings stood in silence after the other two had gone. Elijah took a seat in one of the chairs on the opposite side of the desk. Sensing that his brother wanted to talk, Klaus retook his seat as well.

"I have plans to go and visit Davina again. Perhaps the day after the ball." He informed him, speaking of the young witch.

Klaus nodded. "Do you think Marcel will bring her with him Saturday night?"

"I do not think he will. He's been hiding her in that attic for months. She's an asset to him. He wouldn't risk bringing her into a potentially dangerous situation."

"Pity." Klaus stated. "I would rather like to meet the girl."

"For now, I think it's best if I deal with her. I will have more luck swaying her to our side. Your tactics, I believe, would be a bit harsh brother."

Klaus frowned, but knew Elijah was right. "Any progress with the witches of the Quarter?" He questioned.

Elijah shook his head. "No, but after discovering that Marcel is using Davina as a magic detector to know when they are using magic, it's a fruitless venture. Even if one of them was willing to help, he would always know when we were attempting something that involved magic."

Klaus cursed mentally. These were the times that he missed having Greta at his side. Though he was sure she wasn't as strong as Davina the way Elijah and Rebekah had told it, it would have still be nice to have her. No matter. He would just have to trust that his brother would be able to sway her to their side. If not, he wouldn't want to, but if he had to, he would kill the young girl.