Hi guys.

So I've started an originals story and wanted to know what you think before I go ahead and post the whole thing. This is the first chapter. I know it starts of a bit TVD but it is an originals story I promise. Tell me what you think, Intrigued? Want more?

Also most importantly, I don't own the originals or any of their characters. I'm just using them for my own creative enjoyment.

Enjoy :)

"Well whoever set his up definitely didn't want anyone getting here", Damon said as he stepped out of the dingy onto the small island.

They were inside a large concealed cavern that consisted of an underground lake and in the middle of it was situated a plain wooden box. A box that wouldn't open.

"Huh", Damon tisked, "these Wiccan's don't really go for the guided coffins do they, bit plain if you ask me but eh".

"What are these carvings on the side?" Stephan asked couching down his eyes running along the wood, "they look similar to"

"Stephan", Bonnie cut him off and he stood to find her standing on the other side,eyeing wood coffin, her face looking like she swallowed something foul.

"What?" he asked coming around to stand next to her.

"They're names", she said.

"What?" Damon asked, confusion and annoyance on his face, "So what?"

"They're names we know Damon", Stephan said an ashy look on his face as he realized what Bonnie had.

"What?" Damon repeated again, worry entering his voice, "What does it say?"

"Elijah", Bonnie answered still looking down at the name carved into the wood.

Damon dropped and scoured the coffin looking at the markings.

"There's others here, Rebekah and Niklaus, Stephan said.

"I've got Kol over here", Damon answered in a strained voice and then chuckled briefly, "No Finn though, not invited to the party I guess".

"Yeah, but this doesn't make any sense Damon", Stephan said as the two brothers met at the end of the coffin and turned took down the box, "None of the originals have been daggered, as far as we know".

"Yeah, so. Why are their names on a random Wiccan's coffin", Damon frowned, "Although I'm starting to think a not so random Wiccan".

Stephan moved over to were Bonnie was lent over the head of the coffin. He looked down and saw a carving in the wood done by the same hand as the other writings on the wood.

"Anna Maria", he said quietly his finger running along the divots in the wood.

As his fingers met the wood there was a loud bang and the coffin shook. Bonnie screamed as the three of them jumped back.

"What did you do!?" Damon barked.

"Nothing!" Stephen defended himself.

"You touched the wood" Bonnie accused.

"Nice", Damon sighed, "Great job little Bro".

The coffin gave a violent shudder and another loud bang echoed form inside.

"Jesus", Damon said, "Bonnie?"

He turned to the witch in question hoping she would have some kind of answer.

"Don't look at me, my magic can't open the coffin, or it won't let me, and besides", she said letting out another shriek as another deep thud came from inside the coffin and the wood shook, "I don't know I want to really open it".

Damon sighed walked over to Stephan grabbing his phone from his brother's jacket pocket.

"What are you doing", Stephan asked.

"There are four names on that coffin that we recognize, and I lost Elijah's number when I updated my phone. Now you were in New Orleans not too long ago so you probably have… there it is", Damon answered and pressed the call button once he found the number he was looking for.

There was silence in the cavern as they waited for the person on the other end to pick up. The quiet only broken by the rattling of the wood coffin and the low thumps coming from within.

There was the click of someone picking up the receiver.

"Hiya Klaus, Damon Salvatore here, how you going? We might need your help", Damon spoke into receiver.

The voice on the other end laughed, "Why would I ever want to help you of all people Salvatore".

"Know of anyone called Anna Maria, lives in a plain pine box?"

There was silence at the end of the phone for what felt like an eternity before the hybrid spoke again, clearly through the phone, all humor gone.

"Where are you?"