Hello, ladies and gents. I decided I wanted to take a wack at writing some The Originals fanfiction after an interesting idea popped into my head. We all know the character of Rebekah has always wanted a child, and this story shows just that, but in a very non-conventional way. As expected when it comes to the Mikaelson clan. The timeline is all the same. The only difference is that it takes place during the time of the upcoming season 5, where Hope is a teenager. This story will be violent, lots of cursing, and will have some other pretty racy elements. So, if you came here looking for a fluffy happy story to read, unfortunately, this is not the one. To those of you who are along for the ride, thanks for tuning in, so without further ado, I hope you enjoy the first chapter of "The Wildling."

CHAPTER ONE

"THE DEVIL FOLLOWS CLOSE BEHIND"

After thousands of centuries dealing with my family's messes and our world at war, peace had finally lay down over us. Hope was growing into a beautiful teenager, Klaus and Hayley, growing as parents, with her. My brother, Elijah, keeping busy with finally caring for himself and being the best uncle and brother he can be. Freya was madly in love with her Keelin. Now, the only person left to find their happiness was me. I didn't know where I was going to find it, but I had to start somewhere and that started with saying goodbye to Marcel. There will always be a connection between us, but we will always be on different paths.

I had ended up buying a large home located right off a dusty, country road about 20 miles away from Klaus and Hayley. I also bought a dog. He was a 2 year old German Shepard named, Hugo and he was the closest thing I'd get to raising a child, I suppose. I promised myself I would try to live more like a human this time, despite the fact that I still needed human blood to survive, which of course, I still had my ways. When my family found out where I was living, they were all quite surprised. Rebekah Mikaelson? Living in the country away from most civilization? The truth is, it took me thousands of years to finally decide to grow up. For centuries, I was living like a ruthless savage that killed anything that barely annoyed me. I won't make those mistakes again.

It was one day, I was walking Hugo down a path of land about a a half of a mile away from my house. It was when we began walking through the forest, that I smelled a very familiar smell. Blood. My sensory of danger was on high alert. Hugo was sniffing and starting to act up, so I could tell he sensed danger in the air as well. I walked further into the brush, not realizing what I was getting myself into, but I was an Original, after all, so my fear of most things were non-existent. Hugo barked and ran out of my line of vision, so I hurried after him in the direction he sped off too.

"Hugo! Come back here, boy!" I shouted at him. I could hear him barking in the distance.

"Hugo? Where are you, you bloody dog?" I shouted again. His barking was becoming closer, til I found him, standing in the middle of a mess of dead bodies. I counted at least 5. All grown men.

"What the hell is this?" I walk around, looking at all of them, trying to see if they had vamp bites, but none of them did. They were however, covered in vicious claw marks and they all had some part of an organ hanging out of their bellies. This looked like a familiar scene, but I hope it isn't what I was thinking it was. Whoever it was, they must have been extremely pissed off. Suddenly, Hugo ran off again, but this time I could see him. He barked down at something and then turned his head to me, barking again.

"What is it, boy?" I squinted my eyes as I walked over to where he was and saw a small form. Was it a dead animal? The closer I got, I realized it wasn't an animal at all. It was a child. I rushed towards Hugo, moving him delicately out of the way. The child had on little to no clothing and it was a mere 50 degrees out there. This was a little girl, no more than 7. Who could just leave a poor, defenseless child out here by herself? She was bleeding from her chest, it looked like she had been shot. I couldn't tell if she was alive. I checked her pulse, she was barely breathing. I took my coat off and wrapped it around her and picked her up. Her head rested on my shoulder and she began to whimper.

"It's okay, love. I'm going to help you. You'll be safe with me." She was shaking so heavily, I tried to squeeze her as tight as I could so she could feel my warmth.

What felt like an entire night of running as fast as I could with a small, cold child in my arms, was really only about 10 minutes at best. We had finally made it to my front porch. I didn't have time to dig for my keys in my pocket, so I just kicked the door in and lay her down on the hardwood in the kitchen because it had the best light. I quickly ran to the living room to grab a pillow for her head and then ran to my closet to grab an old t shirt to change her in. I gently lifted the barely conscious child and slipped the large gray t-shirt over her small head, then removed my white coat, which was now stained with blood. I grabbed my cell, dialing Freya and a towel for applying pressure on her wound.

"Come on, pick up, pick up, pick up." I chanted nervously.

"You're in trouble aren't you?" Freya immediately sensed.

"Not exactly. Can you and Keelin get here in a flash? I have a dying child inside my house." I said, almost out of breath from all the running I did in the last 15 minutes.

"What!?" Freya shouted.

"I'll explain when you get here. I need Keelin to remove a bullet from a very small child's chest. Please don't tell anyone anything until I can figure out what the fuck is happening." I demanded, still out of breath.

"Okay, we're on our way." I dropped my phone that was resting between my ear and shoulder, to the floor and continued to put as much pressure as I could on the child's chest. In the process of me doing this, I stared at her the whole time, taking in her features. She had quite long, sandy blonde hair that was in mats and stained red at the ends from her blood, her skin was light olive in color, but covered in scratches, bruises, and fresh pink scars, and she was so thin, as if she hadn't eaten in months. I started to become angry at the person who did this to her.

"Come on, little one, stay with me here, you're gonna be okay, I promise." I listened to her heartbeat every 5 minutes to make sure she was still breathing. She was barely alive. Hanging on by a thread.

Finally, Freya and Keelin burst through the door, ready for what was waiting for them in my kitchen. Keelin immediately hit the ground running and pulled out a needle and a glass jar of what I imagined was something to put her out for the removal of the bullet.

"How long has she been like this?" Keelin asked, also out of breath.

"I'm not sure. With me, at least an hour? I was walking Hugo in the woods and he found her. I also discovered 5 dead men who were tore up to bloody shreds, which could have either been lions, tigers, bears, or, I don't know, werewolves?" I explained, with a grimace on my face.

"She's lost too much blood. If I give her the shot, it could send her body into shock and she could die. I don't think we want to risk that. I'm just gonna have to go in." Keelin stated in a very serious tone. My eyes grew wide.

"Dammit." It was all I could I muster up to say. Freya was just as shocked as I was. Keelin was in doctor mode, so there wasn't time for emotions.

"Okay, she's probably gonna wake up when I get started, so, Freya, I need you to hold her legs. Rebekah, I need you to straddle her and hold her arms down." I looked at Keelin in a stupor. Was this seriously happening right now?

"Do it! Now!" She spoke intensely. So I did what she said, my knees on either side of the girl, pulling her arms down to her sides. I felt so terrible.

"What happens when and if she wakes?" Freya asked.

"Well, I'll assume she's gonna start flailing. Keep her as still as possible. She'll probably pass out from the pain rather quickly. If she's moving too much, it could cause more damage." I don't know how Keelin could be so calm. If this were happening to a grown person, I could understand, but this was a child. It seemed so aggressive.

"Okay, I'm starting." Keelin prepared us. She had pulled a few surgical tools from the bag on the ground next to her. One of them was forceps. I've seen and caused a lot of gore in my life, so this didn't really affect me as much as the pain of a child was going to. She stuck the forceps into the wound and I could hear it digging into her muscle and bone, right above her heart. Then, just as Keelin said, the girl began to flail and then scream. Freya and I were doing the best we could by holding her down, but I just felt so terrible.

"Almost done, honey. I'm almost done. You're very brave." Keelin said in a calming tone, then just like that, I heard the bullet clink onto the hardwood. Keelin then began to clean and dress the wound while Frey and I still held the girl down. She was slowly starting to calm down, her brown eyes with golden hues, were beginning to open and she was staring at everything that was surrounding her and then locked eyes with me. She started to hyperventilate.

"It's okay, love, you're going to be alright." I said to her. Then she sat up so quickly and stared right through me, her eyes wide and doughy. Keelin tried to force her to lay back down, but the girl persisted. For being so small, she was rather strong. I grabbed both sides of her face gently and began to compel her.

"You need to rest. I will take care of you. You can trust me." I spoke gently and slightly above a whisper.

She suddenly wrapped her arms around me, clinging to me like a baby monkey, silent tears falling down her face. I picked her up and brought her to the couch and lay her down, delicately, covering her with a blanket. When I turned to walk away, she reached out and grabbed my wrist. I knelt down the her.

"Get some sleep. I won't leave you." I said, as I tucked her further in. She closed her eyes and stuck her thumb in her mouth as a toddler would. It wasn't too out of the ordinary being that she was only 7, but clear to see she had never gotten rid of the habit that formed when she was a baby. Furthermore explaining that she clearly didn't have an adult around to get her to break the toddler-like habit.

I stood up from the floor of my living room and the three of us gathered in the kitchen, and began cleaning up and trying to figure out what next steps to take.

"That poor girl. She's terrified." Freya stated.

"You don't think she has someone out there looking for her, do you?" Keelin asked.

"I don't know, it's possible. She was just a few feet away from all the dead men that were ripped to shreds out there. Somebody shot her. Maybe they thought they killed her? If they come back, they will see that she's gone and come looking for her. We need to do something." I said, becoming nervous.

"Keelin and I will go take a look. In the meantime, this house is getting cloaked." She stated matter of factly.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt. We don't want to take any chances." I replied.

Freya retrieved sandalwood from her bag and performed the cloaking ritual.

"Now, we go. You stay here in case the little one wakes up." Freya replied.

The two of them walked out the door and I stood there in silence, trying to recap everything that had just happened. Was there really a small, wounded child sleeping on my couch? Did I just put her in danger by bringing her here? Did I put Freya and Keelin in danger for calling them here? Could I protect this child? 'Of course you can, you're Rebekah Mikaelson. You hid a baby with a target on her back for 8 months.' I tried to reassure myself.

I sat down in a chair, adjacent to the couch where the little girl slept soundly. I leaned over her a bit, just to make sure she was breathing okay. When I did that, I had suddenly got a memory of Hayley saying that motherhood was basically never sleeping and making sure your child is still breathing every 20 minutes. It made me laugh a bit, despite the garbage dump of a situation I was in.

I had sat there for close to an hour, skimming through pages of a book that I would probably never pick up again. Suddenly, Freya and Keelin came through the front door, causing me to rise from the chair quickly. They both looked worried.

"What? What is it? Did you find them?" I spat out.

"We have a problem." Freya said, out of breath.

Oh, bloody hell.

To be continued...

Stay tuned for Chapter 2! Thanks for reading! I hope you all enjoyed it! I may not be 100% accurate on some specifics of the spells, or rituals and other historical facts of the show, so bare with me! Happy fanfic-ing!