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Summary: Dagmara Fikleson was an accident from just over one thousand years ago. No one really knows about her, but when she comes to Mystic Falls she's not about to leave just because of some danger that MIGHT come for the doppelganger. Ships, OC/Damon (S1S2) OC/Kol (Eventual)

Warnings: General vampire violence, language, everything that is Vampire Dairies and the Originals

Prologue: The First Heretic

Dagmara Fikleson was the first complete hybrid of vampire and witch.

Not only that but she was old, and she knew that she was one of the oldest that had been created. That was exactly why she was so careful with that she did. There wasn't any way she was going to make her existence a danger to the point she got hunted by the Originals or something of the like. The last thing she needed was that – Which was exactly why for the last five hundred years or so stayed so close to the ground she was laying in it.

The moment that she woke up craving blood, she hid herself in the forest, drinking animals. It wasn't for quite some time before she found herself coming out and feeding from humans. Animals tasted horrible, but at the time she felt it was for the best. If she had shown herself in the village which Ayanna belonged to, it was likely that she'd have been killed; it wasn't something she could risk.

The world changed around her, and this caused her to become even more paranoid in a way. Technology made it easier for vampire hunters and harder to stay hidden.

Eventually she made her way back to her home land of Mystic Falls. It had changed, obviously – Although the forested parts made her nostalgic.

It was almost perfect, even though there was another vampire going around that she knew by reputation. Dagmara already hated him already.

Either way, her new identity for the town was Mara Fikle.

Dagmara Fikleson had too much of an old ring to it. Mara was told to the town to be an orphaned seventeen year old that just came out of Ireland to start a new in America. It was known that she had money, and that was pretty much it.

The bad thing about deciding to stay in one place for any amount of time is the fact that sometimes Mara had to go to school to keep up her appearance. It was almost her wish that she'd been turned when she was older. School was boring; it was why she didn't do it a lot.

Well, first day of school was coming up. Shaking her head softly, she got dressed in her new outfit, black skinny jeans and a dark purple shirt with dark purple converse on her feet. It suited her black and white stripped hair and blue, but nearly silver eyes.

This centuries clothing was interesting to say the least. But, as long as it wasn't as uncomfortable as corsets again she didn't really care. If corsets ever came back into fashion, she was going to play a man for awhile.

It was interesting though, as it seemed that the other vampire of the town was going to school as well. Mara hated rippers though; there lack of control was disgusting to her.

There was something else in this town as well.

Doppelganger.

Such a word could ruin her little stay back home if she let it. Doppelganger meant Mikaelson's, meant a supernatural hotspot. Of course it would be in Mystic Falls that it would happen, the curse started in Mystic Falls and would end there. It was interesting really, watching people's perception change on what the curse was. Around fifty years ago she'd gotten curious and looked into it – They'd made it into something called the 'Sun and the Moon' curse. Genius idea really, if she'd not been there to actually know what happened at the time, she'd believe it.

Ultimately, there was the chance of getting found out should she choose to stay there. Somehow though, she couldn't bring herself to leave. There was a feeling that she needed to be here for some reason – Mara just hoped it wouldn't be here death.

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It didn't take her long to arrive at school using supernaturally enhanced speed. Mara already knew that it was going to be boring just looking around for a few moments, all the people themselves seemed to be typical, ultimately it was unamusing to watch the happy meals on legs interacting and she entered the school.

Mara forced herself to go through the day without killing anyone even though the urge never quite went away when faced with the immature and unintelligence 'future of society'. The want to kill the history teacher was real, the temptation was almost too strong to resist. Really, what was that guy's problem; he was totally grade A douche material.

Hearing all the teenage drama and hormones, it was so much simpler when she was young and human. Perhaps that was because she was forced into isolation though...

Her head was practically pounding when she got out of school and practically ran to a bar. She compelled herself a bottle; a vampire getting I.D'd would have been embarrassing.

Unable to help herself, she kept her ears sharp for words that could mean entertainment for her.

"So Stefan, if you're new than you don't know about the party tomorrow." Said some blond

Stefan, the Salvatore vampire… The ripper and Mara couldn't help but wrinkle her nose at the thought.

"It's a back to school thing at the falls." A young black woman replied, upon looking at her though, Mara resisted the urge to glare. She looked like Ayanna, even had the same air around her.

Of course, Mara couldn't tell if she was a witch from over here, but the resemblance was enough to turn her off the girl at least for that time.

There was also a member of the group that Mara winced upon seeing, it was worse than the Salvatore. The doppelganger was there, and Mara couldn't help but think about the resemblance and find herself almost wanting to get rid of the future problem before it became one.

A thought she was dissect later.

Taking one last shot, Mara made her way out of the building, toward her apartment. It had actually taken quite some time for the people she compelled to get the rooms correct. The general colour scheme was white, with hints of black. Of course, her bedroom was blacker with hints of white. White made her happy when starting the day, but black made her settle down and relax.

Laid down upon her bed, she thought of what could become of the future. It certainly seemed bleaker upon learning of the Doppelganger. Perhaps though, everything would turn out alright. There was however one more thing to think about.

The young woman that was with the Doppelganger at the bar/hang out, whatever they would call it. If she truly was a decent of Ayanna, that would mean that the young women was a decent of her line as well. It made her wonder, if at the slim chance she was right, if the women was actually part of that line, what she would do.

Closing her eyes, she waited for sleep to claim her – No claim to the future was needed to be made at the moment. There was plenty of time to think through her choices.

End Prologue:

Authour Note: This is a redo of a story I posted on a different Fanfiction account as well as Ao3 and Quotev. Cleaned it up a bit and I'm going to flesh it out better than before. I'll probably update this every other week once I get most of the starting chapters.

Anyway I'm really in love with Dagmara's character~ Oh the things I am going to do with her...

Let me know what you think? What should I make her relationship with Elijah be like? Of course not romantic, but friendly? Brotherly? One of absolute hatred? My own feelings on Elijah are way too mixed to choose... Dagmara probably wouldn't like him too much... but I also don't know if it would borderline hatred... I want to you know you guy's opinions.

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