So I just want to make this clear, the events are both a mix of The Vampire Diaries and the Originals! As well as some adjustments to fit the plot. So somethings will be different!

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I don't own anything except for Hallie Klanot!

Prologue

It was only a Tuesday morning, not even past noon yet and Damon was already drinking away his annoyance of Jeremy. The kid had already gotten suspended, and on the first day of school. Damon refused to pick up the kid. He leaned heavily against the bar at Mystic Grille and ordered another round of bourbon.

He sighed against the cup. He missed her, his life was boring without her. And now he was forced to babysit her little brother, and what a wreck that kid was.

She entered the rather empty restaurant, a few older couples were eating lunch while only a handful of people were seated at the bar. Hallie stared at the back of the man she was there to see. He looked the same, still loathing in self-pity it seemed form her perspective.

Confidently, she took strong strides to the bar and easily slid into the seat next to him. Damon barely registered anyone being next to him, but he did indeed acknowledge another body next to him.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked, he approached Hallie with a generous smile, obviously trying to woo her with his charms, or lack of. Matt was still at school, meaning the staff at the Grille was less than satisfactory.

"I'll have what he's having." She murmured to the man. Damon peeked at Hallie then returned to stare at his glass. In a split second, his head snapped back to Hallie while she took a good sip of the alcohol. Her eyes flickered to him then back.

"Hello Damon." She smiled. Her bright green eyes glimmered at the sight of her good friend. Damon continued to stare at her before a familiar sly grim crept onto his handsome features.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in." He said with a smirk. Hallie rolled her eyes. He hadn't changed a single bit.

"And look who's drinking his sorrows away, Mr. Salvatore." She countered.

"What the hell are you doing here, Hal." Damon questioned, he put his drink down rather enthusiastically. Although his movements were abrupt, his meaning was of a good nature.

"I have an important message for you and your brother." Damon ever so slightly stiffened, however Hal caught it. She gave Damon a look.

"Stefan isn't here." He informed. Hal raised a fine brow.

"Where is he?"

"I don't know." Damon exasperatedly replied. "You know of Elena and all the shit that happened with Klaus and his family, well, Stefan went with Klaus and practically became his goddamn butler. He was compelled by Klaus but that ended awhile ago, no one knows where he is. I wouldn't be surprised if he lost his humanity again."

"Where is Elena?"

"College." He spat. Hal gave a small chuckle and took a sip from her drink.

"So, that's why you're here." She rolled her eyes at her friend. All their problems seemed to be concerning love. "Back to a serious note, we do need to talk, the sooner the better, Damon." Hal finished.

Damon straightened up.

"Yeah sure thing, I need something exciting to happen. Life sucks. Are you staying with us?"

"Us?"

"Elena's brother is staying with me." Damon gave the most tortured look. Hal couldn't help but laugh at her friend's hysterics.

"No but thank you, I'm going to go back to my old place. Clean it up a little. I plan on staying for only a few days." Hal smiled. She stood from the bar stool and called the bartender over.

"Drinks are on the house, now off you go." She smirked. The newly compelled bartender immediately turned away She cocked her head to Damon. He rolled her eyes.

"Always the cocky one."

"You can talk." Hal countered as she stepped to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll be over tonight." She called as she began to walk to the exit of the Grille. Damon waved is hand in an abstract manner as a goodbye as he took a final swig of his drink. Finally, some excitement in this town.

Damon left the Grille within the next ten minutes. He grew bored. Time seemed to be in his favor as it was time to pick up Jeremy.

"So how was school?" Damon asked humorously. Jeremy lounged in the passenger seat.

"What do you think? I had to stay at school when I got suspended and had to stay in detention all day." He muttered. Damon smiled as they pulled into the driveway.

"Tough luck, buddy."

Hallie parked in the familiar yet drastically different driveway. Her old home, a large white mansion surrounded by thick woods, gated from strangers and still in her own personal possession, the white marble walls and stone driveway were faded and covered in filth. Exiting her car, a black Audi r8, she stepped to the entryway.

A once towering rich mahogany door, the wood was now practically black, showing no signs of its once radiant beauty. The corroded handle and knocker still resembled its molding of a fierce jaguar. With a small amount of force, Hal opened the front door. The rusty bolt practically shattered under the unfamiliar movement.

The heavy door creaked open and rested against the wall.

Although the outside walls look decayed, internally, the mansion was untouched. Some things dust, however, the white marble walls were still polished, the ornate decorations still glittered gold. After over a century the mansion was still perfection.

For the following 2 hours, Hallie toured every room, the basement especially, she fixed some minor problems throughout the house, her real goal would be the outside walls.

Yet, the sky grew dark and night began to rise as daylight faded. Hal thought it best to return to the Salvatore Home.

Damon lounged lavishly on the couch. His boots propped up on the coffee table. He sipped from his glass.

From upstairs, Jeremy grabbed a black hoodie from his wardrobe and left his new room. Pulling on his jacket, he descended downstairs to the front door.

"And where do you think you're going?" Damon called from his spot.

Jeremy halted in front of the door. He rolled his eyes.

"To the Grille, I'm meeting friends." Jeremy's reply was partially true, he was going to the Grille, but he lacked friends to meet with. Damon joined Jeremy at the door and clapped him on the back. He led him back to the great room.

"You mean those kids you beat up today?" Damon joked as they walked. Jeremy stayed quiet and shrugged away from him. He was becoming agitated.

Damon resumed his spot on the chair.

"Stay home tonight, we're having company." He said with a raise of his eyebrows.

"Who?" Jeremy asked. He stood in the middle of the room facing Damon. He took a sip of his drink before answering.

"An old friend. You'll like her, everybody does." Damon gestured with his drink.

Jeremy sighed. He didn't really see a way out of this one, nor did he really care to put up a an argument with Damon.

"I take it she's a vampire." Jeremy breathed. He took the corner seat of the couch across from Damon.

"Not just any vampire- ah, she's here." Damon smirked and sped to the front door. Jeremy checked his watch, it was just past six.

Hal locked her car as she walked to the front door of the Salvatore Boarding House. She saw the front door open to Damon leaning against the door frame. She noticed the glass of alcohol in his hand.

"How many drinks has that been?" Hal asked. She neared Damon with a sarcastic smile.

"Not enough." He answered with a devilish grin. Hal made a face and walked past him into the house.

Hallie scanned the old home. After all this time, it all looked the same, hell, it was like she was in the 19th century again.

Hal entered the great room with Damon in tow. She noticed the other body in the room.

The back of Jeremy was to Hallie. She glanced at Damon. She suspected this to be Jeremy Gilbert.

"Jeremy, this is-"

"Hi," Hal interrupted. She came around to fully face Jeremy and smiled. HE had been on his phone but was now looking at Hallie with curiosity. "I'm Hallie Klanot." She kindly held her hand out for Jeremy, he hesitantly took it.

"Jeremy."

"Honor to meet you, Jeremy." With that she turned her attention back to Damon. "We should talk now."

"Talk about what?" Jeremy asked. Hallie had gained his attention.

"Nothing of your concern. Why don't you do your homework?...Oh, wait." Damon mocked a sad face. Hal could sense the rising tension and frustration from both men. She carefully observed Jeremy.

"You should know, he should know, Damon." She looked to Damon. He silently crossed his arms.

"Anyway, to get to the point, Marcel Gerard. I wouldn't think you know of him. He's been traveling around the states to get rid of werewolves fairly recently. He's coming here. I don't know when, but he is along with his loyal troop." She informed. Damon's eyes narrowed.

"If he's just trying to kill werewolves then how does that effect us?" Jeremy asked, his brow furrowed in confusion. Damon moved to lean against the back of the sofa while Hallie still remained in the middle of the room.

"You're forgetting about a vampire who has an army of hybrids." Damon answered gruffly.

"Marcel knows of the army of hybrids, he will want them all dead, which inevitably brings you all into the chaos." Hal further more stated. Unfortunately, she was completely right. If anything threatened Klaus' hybrid army, all hell would break loose.

"How do you know this?" Jeremy questioned. Hallie took a deep breath, thinking of where to even begin.

"I have witnessed Marcel's actions myself. Also, I have been keeping tabs on Marcel's activities since I first heard about it a few months ago. He's been succeeding as well, I'm surprised no one here has heard of it." She admitted, giving a questioning look to Damon. He shrugged his shoulders in reply.

"Well, head vampire here has been preoccupied." Jeremy added with a look to Damon. An amused expression was placed onto Hal's features as she looked to the two of them. Damon rolled his eyes. He moved over to his usual chair. "How do you know of Klaus and the hybrids?" Jeremy continued. Hal raised an amused brow.

"Come, now, who hasn't?" She answered with a grin.

"How are we going to deal with this new wolf hunter?" Damon looked to Hal for an answer. Her smile faltered.

"I don't know why you're asking me. You know I don't get involved in these things, Damon." Hal answered suspiciously.

"Oh yeah, now I remember. You don't get involved in anything. In fear that you'll lose your temper again." Hal's eyes narrowed at Damon's remark. In return he just stared at her innocently.

"Be careful. Marcel is strong and smart. You have an idea of what you're up against. It's up to you on how you want to act on it."

"Wait, how can you tell us some new dangerous vampire is coming and just leave?" Jeremy butted in.

"You wouldn't understand." Hal said after a long moment. She took slow steps to the foyer, signaling she was leaving.

"I would have loved to make this trip a pleasant one." She began.

"But that isn't like you." Damon interrupted harshly. He glared at Hallie.

Damon wasn't surprised at Hal's actions. She was always like this, even when he first met her. You would think a vampire her age would be different especially after hundreds of years.

"If I hear anything, you will be the first to know." She said quietly then left.

Damon tightened his grip on the couch and gave a painful sigh.

"Who was that?" Jeremy asked pointedly to Damon. He shook his head sat on the couch across Jeremy. He rubbed his face while answering.

"Hallie Klanot is one of the oldest vampires, she's a century younger than the Originals. She doesn't get involved with anything anymore because she has the worst temper. Picture her as a ripper, except a hundred times worse." Damon confided.

"I'd rather not." Jeremy huffed. He sat up with a groan and stretched. "Well, this was fun. But I'm gonna go to the Grille." He trailed off and made his way to the door. Damon waved him off as he reached for his phone to call Elena.