AN: I know that it's been a long time since I've updated but life came at me but now I'm hoping that I'll be updating some more stories soon!
Prologue
As Isobel Flemming stood next to John Gilbert, she had their daughter in her arms-her lovely little Elena Constance. Standing across from them were John's brother and sister in law Grayson and Miranda.
She knew why they were here in the forest inside Mystic Falls, Virginia but it was the shadowy figure that she had never seen before.
The woman had caramel skin and dark brown eyes as well as talismans hanging from her neck.
"You do know that this little girl will be raised better with us, right?" Grayson asked Isobel who desperately wanted to say 'no, she won't be better off with you' when she knew that a part of her knew that her daughter would be better with them.
How many times had John talked to CPS about her being a 'pretty good mother'? It was one time too many.
Her head nodding while tears fell, she kissed her daughter's face and the top of her head, inhaling her scent.
"This has to be done. Now child." The woman barked and Isobel flinched at her voice.
"Mommy?" Elena murmured as she yawned cutely at her. Isobel's heart broke before she did something that they will never forgive her for.
Pulling out some of Elena's hair, she threw them on the ground and ran with her daughter safe in her arms.
They weren't getting her daughter. Her only child.
Seventeen years later nineteen year old Elena Flemming was running back to her dorm room where her mother-a vampire nowadays-was waiting for her.
"Look mom-we're going to New Orleans because I managed to get myself transferred to one of the colleges there." Elena told her. "Besides, who would ever look for us there?" She added as many people (okay, four people) were looking for them.
John wanted her to live with her 'little sister' (her clone who is two years younger than her named Katrina Marie), cousin Jeremy and his parents.
Alaric wanted to avenge his dead wife's murder and find her because of her being 'kidnapped' (Isobel ended up disappearing with her to Florida and California).
Grayson and Miranda Gilbert wanted to find them so that Elena could live with them and raise her better than how Isobel would have.
Elena didn't care-she had seen them once when she was five and when it was revealed to Isobel that the spell would have erased her completely from her daughter's memories...Isobel disliked the idea instantly.
Everything that Isobel did was for her daughter. She raised her as best as she could and once she became a vampire she never once turned her emotions off.
"When do we leave?" Isobel asked as she was drinking from a bloodbag. Elena had gotten used to her mother drinking the stuff when she was younger.
"We leave tomorrow." Elena said with a smile.
If only they knew that tomorrow would be a day that would forever change.
If Elijah Mikaelson had heard anyone say that the newest doppelgänger of Tatia Petrova would waltz right into a voodoo shop in the French Quarter, he would have their hearts in his hands.
It turned out that she did indeed go into a voodoo shop in the Quarter and as he stared at her, he thought that she was the most beautiful out of her predecessors who his twin brother Elias and his two younger brothers Niklaus and Kol were always fighting over.
A tiny part of him wanted to call Elias and Niklaus but he decided against it. If they could betray him to Mikael in 1920 and kill the one girl that he had been protecting-a young witch barely out of her teens, why should he care about what they want?
Elias wanted to hand the doppelgänger over to Niklaus so that when he goes through his ritual to become a hybrid he could rip out his heart.
Niklaus just wanted to be a hybrid again.
After they left him to Mikael's tender mercy (where he tortured him for information on his siblings), the man left and Elijah was close to dying.
Marcel saved him and from then on, Elijah ended up ruling over NOLA.
Now however, Elijah watched her with curiosity and fascination as she fluttered around the store to buy some things.
Her hair was wavy with a reddish pink streak going through it and her eyes were a warm chocolate color.
She was a beautiful creature and he could smell her scent-a mixture of wildflowers and jasmine.
He decided that he needed to know her.
As Elena was about to leave the shop, she bumped into something hard. Looking up, she gulped and her cheeks flushed as she had bumped into this well dressed man's chest.
"Sorry." She squeaked before clearing her voice. "Sorry-so sorry! I should have paid attention to where I was going!"
"It's no problem." Oh god, his accent just made her feel warm inside. "I'm Elijah Mikaelson."
"E-Elena F-Flemming." Elena choked out.