Why hello there,

Welcome to my story Original Bloodline.

I wrote this story some time ago and it has been on since I wrote it. Recently I felt like rewriting the story and so I have. Week by week I will be updating a chapter or two. I hope you like the rewrite and enjoy the adventure.

Characters will be OOC to some point.

Summary: Alexandria Ravenwood is a powerful witch and also the eldest sibling of Elena and Jeremy Gilbert. Alex has a vendetta against vampires and when she finds out that Elena, of all people, has vampires in her life she is dragged back to Mystic Falls to deal with the issue. However, more than one issue arises and Alex is forced to deal with not only vampires, but werewolves and misbehaving witches. And when a man from her past comes to Mystic Falls in search of a particular Doppelganger things become even more complicated.

Chapter 1: Phone Call

Looking out the window of my hotel room I admired the city of Chicago. One of my favourite cities I was glad to be back. Chicago was the first place after leaving the small town I had grown up in that I had really been able to call home. It had been the perfect city to get away from the small town life I had left behind and enjoyed four years of being a college student.

The sun slowly sunk behind the tall buildings and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the last few seconds of sunlight on my face. I brushed the hair from my face and turned to Robert. Robert wasn't someone I knew personally. I didn't know his last name, his age, or anything about him. All I knew was that he had killed a witch from my coven and that he was going to pay.

At the young age of fifteen I learned that I was a witch. When I tried to tell my parents that I thought I was a witch they laughed and told me that magic didn't exist. I thought that maybe I was going crazy until I met a woman named Lydia. She was the head of a small coven of witches from the next town over. She sensed my powers awakening and came to find me. Lydia became my mentor and she also became like a third parent to me. In the time we had she taught me everything she knew about witchcraft but she died not long after I graduated high school. But there was one thing that she had told me time and time again; if a witch died of unnatural causes the party involved had to pay.

Robert struggled against the vervain ropes that tied him to a chair. I sat across from him, crossed my legs and eyed him. I had returned to Chicago because of him, because I had to make him pay. It was sad that he was the reason I returned to my home but my coven kept me busy and away from the one place I wanted to be. As the head of my cover I was responsible for making those pay that killed a member of my coven and Robert was responsible for not only one but two dead witches.

"Was there a particular reason why you decided that killing two members of my coven would be a good idea?"

Robert lifted his head. "Because I was hungry." He smirked. "Well, the woman was just because she smelled nice." He licked his lips.

"You have no remorse for killing two people?" I kept my face neutral. Not allowing him to see that his words affected me.

"No one bit."

"You are pathetic."

"I'm a vampire." His voice seemed to hiss like a snake. "It's what I'm supposed to do."

"And I'm a witch. And I'm suppose to kill you." I flicked my hand to the right and Robert's head snapped in the snap direction. He wouldn't stay dead for long but it would be plenty of time.

I opened my phone and rang Amelia. She answered on the first ring. "Come and collect the stiff from my room and burn it." I hung up and turned back to the scene of Chicago stretched out before me.

I heard but didn't turn as Amelia and two other members of my coven entered the room. The carried out the corpse and left me in silence. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It felt almost peaceful but it was quickly disturbed by my phone ringing. Pulling it from my pocket the screen read John. What did he want? John was the uncle that everyone had who you wished wasn't a part of your family. I would avoid him as often as I could. I hit ignore but within a few second it rang again.

"What do you want John?"

He laughed. "It's lovely to speak to you as well Alex."

"I'm a very busy woman. What do you want?"

"Yes, I know how much of a busy woman you are. I wouldn't dare annoy you unless it was something important. And it is important because it concerns Elena."

Worry flooded my senses and I moved to sit down in a chair. Elena was my younger sister. The middle child of our family she was always getting into trouble when she was younger and it hasn't seemed to change. "Is she okay?"

"Physically, for the time being, yes. Mentally, I think she needs some help."

I hated it when he played the cryptic. "What is going on?"

"She is dating a vampire."

The hatred and disgust built up inside of my stomach. It seemed to boil like water on a stove and I was close to bubbling over. "Dispose of them."

"Tried that." He sounded annoyed. "Went and bloody saved them didn't she."

"Send me the basic information. I'll do some research."

"Is that all you are going to do? Research?" The sarcastic mockery of his voice made me want to boil his blood from the inside.

"Send me the information John or it is you who I will be burning." I hung up and threw my phone across the room. It landed safely on the bed.

Everything clouded her mind. Worry about Elena. Hatred of vampires. Temptation to strangle John. All I wanted was to climb into bed and end the horrible day I had been having.

My phone beeped from the bed. I stood and looked. John emailed me. Elena's new boyfriend was Stefan Salvatore. He had a brother Damon who John also believed to be one.

A soft knock at my door I looked up from my phone.

Amelia walked into the room. "The vampire's dust."

"Good job but sadly our work is not over."

Amelia sighed. "Is it ever?"

"Sadly not. If you could, I would like any information you can find on these two vampires." I forwarded John's email to her. "Every little detail. Nothing is too small."

She looked at her phone and nodded. "No problem. I'll have it for you by tomorrow."

Left alone finally I turned my phone off. Plug it into the charger and then walked into the bathroom. I decided to enjoy a much needed bath and relieve some stress. Worrying about Elena was just the icing on the cake. Her being my younger sister always made me the big sister who worried but ever since our parents died I had been that much more concerned. The year I graduated college was the last time I saw my parents. My parents, Elena, and Jeremy, our younger brother, flew to Chicago and we all celebrated. It was two months later I received the call from Aunt Jenna. Mum and Dad had drowned after their car went off a bridge. Elena had been in the car also but had survived. I returned to the town of Mystic Falls and grieved with my siblings. I helped Aunt Jenna out but after a few months I knew I couldn't stay in Mystic Falls. I had experienced too much of what life was like in a different place and Mystic Fall held too many memories.

I didn't never return to Mystic Fall. I went back for every birthday, special occasion, holiday that I could make it for and I talked and emailed my siblings as often as I could. But being the head witch of a cover that was spread out over the US kept me busy.

It wasn't just the memories of my parents but those of Lydia. As I said she had become like a second mother to me and when she died I felt like I had lost a piece of myself that had taken so long to find. However, even after death Lydia was still guiding me.

A little under a month after she past I received a letter. A young man, who I had never seen before, told me he had certain instructions from Lydia to give this to me and only me. He left before I could ask him any sort of questions. I sat on the front porch and read the letter. The letter contained a short and sweet note of Lydia encouraging me to continue to grow as a witch and not be scared of my future. Along with the letter was a key attached to a short note. The only thing on the note was an address.

The next day I climbed into my car and went to the address and found a small cabin hidden off the main road that left town. It was boarded up and the weeds had grown high around it, but the actual house didn't look rundown. I walked up the old creaking steps to the front door. The door flew open, scaring me. I stood there for a moment before stepping inside. There were boxes on boxes stacked around the room. It was hard to move through without knocking into them. One thing I did notice was that there wasn't a single speck of dust on anything. It was all perfectly clean. I moved into the small kitchen and found a package with my name on it sitting on the table.

Opening it I found a diary with another letter attached. I carefully sat down on the wooden chair, hoping that it wouldn't break beneath me, and opened the letter. It was from Lydia.

It read:

Dear Alex,

There have been many things that I have taught you over the course of the past few years but there have been things I haven't told you. Not because I wanted to hide the truth from you but because I believed that you weren't ready to hear the truth. But if you are reading this letter now then I have passed away and there was no point in not telling you.

So here it goes.

I knew who you were before we met. I knew your mother. She was an incredible witch who fell in love with a man that her parents didn't approve of and so she ran off with him. I didn't see her for many years until one day I received a letter from her asking for my help. Her parents had passed away by that time and everyone had believed she was already dead. When I found her she was heavily pregnant with you. She didn't tell me what happened to your father only that she didn't know where he was.

I helped her give birth to you but she died and there was nothing I could do. I didn't know how to take care of a child so I took you to the closest hospital which happened to be in Mystic Falls and told the doctors that I had found you. A few days later the Gilberts adopted you.

I kept a close eye on you, your whole life and I want you to know that your mother loved you very much. She use to live in the small cottage and everything left behind is hers. The book you found with this letter is the history of your family. The Ravenwood family is a very old and powerful line of witches and you should be proud of your heritage. You will find everything you need in the book and boxes around you.

Be safe. Be strong. And one day I'll see you on the other side.

Love Lydia.

I opened the book and the first few pages consisted of a family tree. There were so many generations. The last name written at the bottom of the tree was Alexandria Melody Jane Ravenwood. Born October 11, 1986. Above my name was my mother. Melody Georgiana Ravenwood. Born May 4, 1958. Died October 11, 1986. She was only 28 years old. My father's name was not there so I had no idea if who he was or even if he was alive. The book held all sorts information about the Ravenwood family and how one particular Ravenwood daughter started the Salem witch trials after falling for a married man.

I spent the rest of my day in the cottage. Opening boxes and discovering books and more books full of diary entries, spells, history. It was like Lydia said, the books had everything I needed.

One book in particular held the history of Mystic Falls and how all the founding families discovered the truth about vampires, but they didn't know of the existence of witches or werewolves. It made sense to me then that there was a reason my parents wouldn't know about witches, otherwise they would have tried to understand me more instead of dismissing my suspicions of being a witch.

By the end of the day my head was full of information and I wanted to read more but I needed to go home. My parents didn't even question the fact that I had been gone all day but were glad I was home. I wanted to ask them about the adoption, they had never mentioned it but I knew then wasn't the time.

I didn't get a time in the end. They died before we could talk.

I never told anyone that I was adopted. I knew that Aunt Jenna would know and that so did John. But Elena and Jeremy didn't need to know. In my eyes it would never change anything. They were my family and I would do what I needed to do to protect them from the world. Even if it meant lying to them.

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Sarah.