This is a character I've been working on ever since I watched Vampire Diaries. I was very reluctant to upload this because I feel like it's not that good. I worry about my character being called a Mary Sue. It's the thing I fear the most.

I obviously don't own anything except Malysa and the rest of her species.

~Malysa is pronounced Ma-lissa and is a variation of Melissa

~The Poteimei are something I completely made up. Pronounced Poe-tem-meh, can also be spelled Poteimen and is pronounced Poe-tem-men

Please review and tell me what you think of this. If enough people like it I'll continue. If no one likes it, i'll continue to write it for myself.

(Please message me if there are any spelling or grammatical errors so I can fix them!)

Malysa kept her eyes down as she entered the bar. She wanted to keep off the radar of the Supernatural world. Not really interested in a drink, she sat down at a table hoping no one would bother her. She pulled out her journal and crossed off an address. She let out a sigh and closed it as someone approached her.

"Can I get you anything?" The young man asked.

"Water wouldn't happen to be free would it?" She asked in reply. He smiled.

"One water, I'll get it for you." He answered before leaving her. He came back with a short glass filled with water and ice.

"Thanks." Malysa said with a smile. She took a sip, noticing the vervain in it she frowned.

"Something wrong?" The man asked.

"You know how you drink water at home and then when you drink it somewhere else?" She asked him. "I never get used to that."

"Yeah, it's a little weird." He answered. "I'm Laurent."

"Malysa." She told him with a smile.

"I couldn't help but notice the addresses in your notebook." He began curiously. "Are you looking for a place to stay?"

"Oh, no." She said as she opened her journal. "I'm looking for my friend. He's moved a lot since we last spoke. This was the last address I had for him."

"I didn't mean to snoop." Laurent apologized. "My curiosity gets the better of me sometimes. I'll leave you to your water."

"It was nice to meet you." She said as he left.

Malysa hung around for a while before heading out into the night. Not really knowing what to do now, she began to wander around the French Quarter. Trying for a little bit of normalcy, she picked up a map of the quarter from a tourist stand. and began to make her way to Jackson Square. She realized that several men were following her, vampires. She could smell the bar on them from where she stood. One of them appeared in front of her.

"Hiya Wolf." He smirked. "You're not supposed to be here."

"And what are you going to do about it?" Malysa asked, not even bothering to correct him. If he wanted to think she was a werewolf, fine. "I'll go where I please."

"Not in the Quarter you won't." The vampire in front of her said. "Time for you to be put down, mutt."

"I don't think so." Malysa growled as she bit him, She released her venom, killing him instantly. One of the vamps behind her struck her over the head knocking her unconscious.

When Malysa awoke, she was surrounded by vampires. She tried to get up from the ground but one of them stepped on her, pushing her back down. In response, Malysa broke his leg. She tried to escape but several vamps grabbed her and pinned her to a wall. One of the vampires stepped forward to examine her. Malysa's eyes caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the crowded room but didn't see who it was.

"And just what are you?" The vampire in front of her asked. He had a charming smirk on his face and it annoyed her.

"Very old, and very pissed off." She replied with a hiss. The vampire laughed.

"How old can a pretty thing like you be? Doesn't really matter." He said. "You killed a vampire. Punishment for that is death."

"Who the hell cares about an ill-mannered lowlife?" Malysa spat. "You're lucky you outnumber me."

"Well, i care about the ill-mannered lowlife you killed. I want to know how you killed him." The vampire said. Malysa went quiet, realizing she had made a tactical error when she had killed the vamp with her bite. "What? Nothing to say?"

"She hiding something, she'd be willing to share if less ears were listening." A familiar voice spoke up. Klaus stepped into view. "Wouldn't you, Malysa?"

"Niklaus Mikaelson, and here i thought your father had actually succeeded." Malysa told him with a glare. "That's too bad. I had hoped Elijah would be free of you."

"Come on, Love," Klaus smirked. "Now you're being ill-mannered. This is Marcel, he runs the Quarter. You should show some respect."

"All of you, leave." Marcel ordered. The vamps hesitated before leaving. Malysa let herself fall to the floor and Marcel knelt in front of her.

"What are you." He demanded.

"Poteimei." She answered. "So you're minion deserved to die for calling me a wolf and a mutt."

"What's a Poteimei?" Marcel asked confused.

"An ancient race of supernatural beings, werewolves and vampires were born from us." She explained. "Hardly any of us left, i haven't seen one of my kind in over a hundred years."

"Never heard of you." Marcel said.

"I'd be surprised if you had." Malysa told him dryly as she stood. "The witches did try to eradicate us."

"You know i am going to have to kill you." Marcel frowned, trying to change the subject back to his dead vampire.

"Good luck with that." Malysa laughed. "I stopped trying to kill myself five hundred years ago."

"Let her live Marcel," Klaus spoke. "You can use her against the witches."

"How?" Marcel asked.

"They'd see me as a threat. More a threat then you." Malysa said as she stood. "But I don't have time to play house. I'm looking for someone."

"You're not going anywhere." Marcel told her.

"I agree." Klaus grabbed her and bit a chunk out of her throat to bleed her out. Malysa lost consciousness again only to awake in a cellar with a horrible pain around her neck and wrists. She looked to see that she was chained to a wall in some dark place, she could feel the silver burning her neck as well as her wrists. She let out a pain filled cry as she strained against them.

"They're soaked in vervain and wolf's bane." Marcel said as he stepped out of the shadows. "I trust you now know that Klaus isn't your friend he's mine."

"You might want to let me go." Malysa managed weakly.

"Why would i do that? You're my new pet." He smiled as he knelt down in front of her.

"Does Klaus know what you've done to me?" Malysa asked.

"What Klaus doesn't know won't hurt him." Marcel replied. "Besides, he's the one who told me what could hold you, and what could hurt you. Silver dipped in vervain and wolf's bane."

"Did he also tell you that I'm a moon child and if we're in pain that my kind will come running to save me?" Malysa spat. "If you want to avoid all of your vamps being killed then you'll let me go."

"I think we can handle more of you." Marcel said. "I'd like to know what a moon child is."

"Why are you trusting Klaus?" She asked, avoiding his question.

"He saved my life." Marcel told her. Malysa scoffed.

"Yeah, he's good at that when he wants something." She muttered as she strained against the chains.

"The more you struggle the worse it's going to get, tell me what i want to know and i'll take them off you." Marcel offered.

"Once you do, what's to keep me from ripping that handsome head off your shoulders?" She asked, continuing to struggle.

"I'm sure we can come to a mutual understanding." He replied as he removed the chain from around her neck. "Is that better?"

"If you're trying to fool me by being nice, it won't work" She responded as she leaned back against the wall. "I've learned the hard way from Klaus."

"Tell me what a moon child is." Marcel demanded.

"It's a poteimei who is born on the first night of the Wolf Moon." Malysa answered.

"And what's so special about you?" He asked with a smile, proud of the fact that he got her to talk. When he asked, the chain he held that had been around her neck began to heat up. Marcel dropped it in surprise and watched it melt on the ground.

"Oh, nothing special," She said innocently. "We just have control over all the elements."

"Now that i could use." Marcel muttered to himself as he inspected the melted metal.

"I'm not interested in being used." Malysa spoke with a soft growl.

"Not what I meant." Marcel told her. "But then i guess that's exactly what I meant. Are there any more of you?"

"I'm the last moon child so no." Malysa responded. "Just let me go. I give you my word that i won't rip your head off."

"I think I'll keep you." Marcel said as he stood. "You make a nice trophy."

"Your funeral." Malysa called after him as he walked away. When he was gone she murmured to herself. "...and mine."