Summary: When the Saltzman twins were facing off against the Necromancer, they died after being hit by a dark spell. However, instead of oblivion, they woke to themselves being born again as the younger sisters of the Mikaelsons. Now they have to navigate their new lives while the knowledge of what the future holds controls their every move.
Lizzie Saltzman was running down the street, her lungs constricted tightly as she took a right. She had to find her sister and she had to find her now.
Her legs were burning from all the running she's been doing that entire day.
Damn, she definitely needed to work on her cardio.
Wait, this wasn't the time. She needed to get to Josie as soon as possible.
The Necromancer had changed his game and they were screwed. The best thing they could do was regroup and try to find a different angle to go at him.
And Josie was in incredible danger since her part in the plan to bring him down involved her and him having a chat to distract him but after what Lizzie just learned, that couldn't happen.
He would kill her the second he saw her and Lizzie couldn't let that happen.
Dammit legs, run faster.
She was gaining speed when she was hit by someone on her right side. She went hit the ground and Lizzie could feel her arms scrape across the concrete.
Ow. Yeah, whoever just did that was so dead.
Scrapes were hella painful.
Lizzie looked up and saw a man walking towards her. She rolled to her feet, grabbing a dagger from her boot.
The guy lunged towards her but Lizzie ducked under the arm reaching for her and threw her leg out, kicking the guy in the side.
It knocked him slightly off balance and Lizzie slashed outward with the dagger, catching his arm. The guy moved backwards as the deep cut distracted him.
Lizzie didn't stop though. She flipped the dagger so that she would be able to stab down. She charged forward trying to hit his throat but failed as he backpedaled and kicked out, hitting her in the thigh and causing her to stumble.
He swung his fist out, catching her in the side of the head. Lizzie fell backwards, shaking her head as everything spun. Shit, please don't have a concussion.
Lizzie barely managed to dive to avoid the foot coming down at her. She stumbled to her feet and kicked out again at the guy but this time she did it in a sweeping motion making the guy trip.
The second he hit the ground, Lizzie drove forward and stabbed straight through his neck. The guy fell to the ground dead and Lizzie moved away, knowing that she didn't have a lot of time.
She took off running again. Although, slower than before. She knew she was getting close when she ran into a barrier.
These assholes always seemed to forget that their side had siphoners on it, like really? What a waste of energy and magic.
Lizzie rested her hand on the barrier and started siphoning as fast as she could. The second the spell was gone, Lizzie was running again. She went left, then right, then another left.
She slowed as a bunch of mind-controlled witches appeared. Lizzie's hand shot forward and every single one of them got sent flying backwards.
The first two that managed to get their bearings first got their necks snapped instantly. While the rest got impaled by shattered glass.
Lizzie continued down the street. Then she saw him. The Necromancer was standing not far away, waving his arms around like the lunatic he was.
However, her eyes focused on Josie, who was backing away, only a few feet away from her. Lizzie ran forward and stood side by side with her twin.
The Thanos wannabe continued ranting about god knows what but Lizzie ignored him as she grabbed her sister's hand.
They had to get out of her and they had to do it now. Lizzie and Josie both tried to turn and run but found they couldn't move. Their feet were glued to the spot.
They both look up as the Necromancer gave an overly exaggerated evil laugh. He held out his hand and black wisps formed around it.
He flicked his wrist and the black magic was sent flying towards them.
Lizzie's grip on her sister's hand tightened as she put up the most powerful shield spell she could but watched with dread as the dark magic tore through it like it was nothing.
The spell hit.
All Lizzie felt was a blinding pain, then everything went dark.
Time was standing still as she floated in an abyss. It was just utter nothingness. No feelings. No sense. It was empty and simple.
Then there was a change as everything faded and nothing became something.
A shift that was incomprehensible to her.
And the first thing Lizzie became aware of was how exhausted she felt. Every single one of her muscles ached and all she wanted to do was sleep. But there were voices speaking loudly preventing her wish.
Would they shut up? What did people not understand about naptime?
She could feel her blanket wrapped around her far too tightly than she normally liked and for some reason, it felt like she was being held.
Wait...held? That didn't seem right.
Lizzie wiggled slightly as she tried to open her eyes and heard someone shushing her, which made her want to open them even more.
When she finally peeled them open, she felt everything in her freeze. Because above her was the face of a woman with blondish hair and blue eyes. For some reason, she felt familiar yet Lizzie couldn't place her.
But what had really caught her attention was how large her head was. It was gigantic and she meant gigantic. And the woman was wearing strange, old clothing and was covered in sweat.
Gross, someone get her a towel.
Wait a second. Lizzie felt a wave of nausea go through her as memories hit her of what happened. Once it settled, Lizzie was on the verge of freaking out.
She was dead. Or was supposed to be. Both her and Josie had been hit with the spell. At least they had to have been because she definitely remembered the pain it had caused. So what the hell happened?
Then, she felt time standstill.
Josie.
Where was Josie?
She focused inward and felt a wave of relief as she realized that she could still feel her twin. The bond was as strong as ever. Connecting the twins in a way no one could ever understand.
When Lizzie focused closely it became very apparent that she wasn't the only one freaking out. Actually, it seemed like Josie was more scared.
"They are beautiful," A woman's voice said, making Lizzie start in confusion. "You have given birth to two healthy young babies. And it appears that having twins has not hindered your health, Esther."
Say what now? Did the mystery lady just say the name Esther? Like Original Witch Esther? And what babies? There were no-
Oh shit. She was the baby. And based on how much Josie was freaking out, she was the other.
Lizzie felt dread rise in her chest. This wasn't possible. Magic couldn't make people be reborn, right?
"Thank you, Ayana, please see Mikael in, it is time for him to meet his daughters," The lady, who was holding her and was likely Esther, said.
Did she just say Mikael? Like Mikael Mikael? And Ayana? Like the Bennett witch that lived back when the Mikaelson family was human.
The pieces were coming together in her mind but everything in her wanted to deny it. There was no way she and Josie were reborn as Mikaelsons.
How could that even happen? Everything had to be a coincidence...please let it be a coincidence.
Esther was just a poor woman that got named that unfortunate name and happened to marry some guy named Mikael.
That had to be it. And Ayana was just some random person who was also unfortunately named...right?
"Very well, Esther. Here is your oldest," Ayana said. And Lizzie felt herself being jolted as she was moved.
The new position was elevated, allowing her to see around her better. She watched as Ayana, who was holding a newborn baby in a dark blue swaddle, gave her to Esther.
It was Josie. She could feel it.
God this was so weird.
Josie was a literal baby. Lizzie couldn't begin to put into words how she felt in that moment. This was just so bizarre.
Esther shifted and Josie was placed in the crook of her arms. Once Josie was situated in the more elevated position. The brown-eyed baby immediately locked eyes with Lizzie.
Lizzie could see the fear, realization, and relief clearly in her eyes. And she was sure hers held the same.
She glanced away from her twin as Ayana left the room, closing the door so the new mother had privacy. She eyed the door warily as she realized the next person coming through that door had to be Mikael.
The olden door opened again.
Oh look, she was right. The abusive dick was here.
And he had long hair. Now that's just strange...
He approached slowly, glancing between her and Josie.
"Twins," He said, softly in realization.
"Yes," Esther replied. "Daughters."
Something flickered in Mikael's eyes at those words. Oh right, Freya. Lizzie forgot about her.
"Have you named them?" Mikael asked, sitting on the side of the bed.
"The eldest," She said, nodding towards Josie. "I have named Josette."
Huh, guess Josie's keeping her name. If she's the only one with a name change, Lizzie will throw a fit.
"And I wished for you to name the youngest," Esther finished.
Lizzie started. Oh hell no.
There was no way in hell he was getting to choose her name. Uh-uh, no way Jose.
Wait, was Esther giving her over to him.
No, stop it. Fuck having no vocal cords.
Couldn't they see she was uncomfortable?
But no matter how she moved or wiggled to show her disagreement, she had no say as she was handed over to Mikael. And everything in her was scared as he looked down at her.
She squirmed as her little body responded to her discomfort. He immediately shifted his grip and held her closer.
Oh come on, that's the complete opposite of what she wanted.
"Hush, my daughter," He said softly in a surprisingly soothing voice. Mikael looked at her then at Josie. "They do not look the same."
"Yes, I believe Josette will look much like Elijah and Kol as she ages. While her sister will share looks similar to Niklaus and Rebekah," Esther said musingly.
Mikael looked contemplative as he glanced back down at Lizzie. Completely unaware of his new daughter's fear of him.
"What shall you name her, my love?" She asked, glancing at Lizzie.
"Elizabeth," He said simply.
"Beautiful," Esther said, approvingly.
Lizzie was both happy and angry about her name. On one hand, she got to keep her name, on the other, it was chosen by an abusive prick.
It was utter bullshit.
Mikael shifted Lizzie again, putting her at an angle where she could see Josie again. The twins' eyes met.
They were fucked.
And the next thing Lizzie knew was that they were meeting a bunch of kids. The Mikaelson siblings that would one day be known as the original family. Although, their new parents were smart enough to not bring them all in and overwhelm the newborns.
Guess they had some good parenting techniques mixed in with all the bad ones.
The first boy was around 12 years old and had brown hair with blue eyes. It was Finn, the one the twins knew the least about. He was the second eldest and after Freya was taken, he became the eldest of the siblings.
Finn was looking between the two of them, slightly surprised by there being two and both girls but other than that, he had no other reaction. Probably used to getting new siblings at this point.
In his arms was a little boy around 3 years old, who had brunette hair and brown eyes. Kol, the wildest Mikaelson. And the last Original vampire standing in their time, with Rebekah becoming a human.
Kol was staring at them curiously as he rested his head on his older brother's shoulder. And for a brief moment, Lizzie's and his eyes met.
She wasn't sure what had passed between them but the next thing she knew, Kol was asking his brother to move closer.
Aw, he was kind of adorable.
Finn approached the bed and stopped beside Mikael, who shifted Lizzie so Kol could see her better.
"This little one's name is Elizabeth," Mikael said, eyeing his youngest son. "And the elder one is Josette."
Lizzie watched Kol for a moment and with great effort managed to wiggle one of her tiny arms free. And despite how weak the muscles in her arm clearly were, she reached out a hand.
Kol immediately responded by grabbing it and Lizzie managed to clutch onto his fingers.
"Liz," He muttered, grinning at the baby.
If Lizzie was in her original body, she would be squealing at how cute he was.
"She likes you," Esther mused from where she sat beside Mikael. Kol turned to look at the other newborn and grinned at her as well.
"Jo," He said, his voice was cheerful as he declared their new nicknames. Josie's instant reaction was to break out into a toothless grin.
Looked like Josie thought he was cute as well.
Finn, who was watching this all go down, cocked his head. "How are there two?" He wondered aloud.
"Well, my son, when it comes to children, it is very possible to have more than one, it is called a set of twins," Mikael explained, there was a surprisingly gentle expression on his face. "Just as it is possible for more than two."
"Truly?" Finn said, looking awed.
"Yes," Esther replied. "But the more babies born together, the more in danger the mother is as well as the children."
Finn was instantly on the alert and looking at his mother in alarm. "Are you in danger?" He asked, concerned.
Huh, Lizzie found him kinda adorable as well. Definitely a mama's boy.
"No, dear child, their birthing went smoothly and I am quite well. And they are as healthy as can be," Esther reassured him.
Finn glanced at the twins. "Well, I suppose Rebekah will be pleased that she is no longer the only boy," He said, shifting his grip on Kol.
Esther hummed in agreement but as she looked between Kol and the twins, she had a look of knowing on her face as she observed the already growing bond.
After a few more moments, Finn left with a very reluctant little brother. Next came another brown-haired and brown-eyed boy, who was likely around 8 years old.
Elijah.
The noble brother that made it his life's mission to protect his brother, the hybrid.
And speaking of the original hybrid, Lizzie's eyes flickered to the little boy, around 6, holding his older brother's shirt. He had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes.
Niklaus Mikaelson, Hope's dad.
Well, this just got weird.
Like, Lizzie found him to be adorable but this dude was literally the father of Hope. That's just a strange-ass thought.
As he entered the room, he bolted away from Elijah, straight to the edge of the bed. He looked between the two girls with excitement and curiosity burning in his eyes.
Damn, he definitely had a lot of energy.
"Careful, Niklaus, they are mere babes," Esther said, warningly as her young reached out a hand towards Josie.
"Yes, mother," Was his quick reply.
Lizzie's eyes were drawn back to Elijah as he approached and that was when she noticed the little blonde girl in his arms.
A child of around 2 years old, who was completely ignoring what was happening in the room. Rebekah, the youngest original vampire, and the one that became human.
"What are their names, father?" Elijah asked, looking down at them.
Whoa...has Elijah had that regal air around him his entire life cause damn...Lizzie definitely understood why he was known as the noble original.
"Josette and Elizabeth," Mikael replied, nodding toward each as he said their names.
Elijah froze as did Klaus. Both brothers stared at the twins in realization.
"Girls," Klaus breathed out, joy written on his face. That caught little Rebekah's attention.
She glanced over, cocking her little head at the twins.
"Little sisters," Elijah said softly. There was a pleased glint in his eyes. He eyed the twins quietly. "Are they witches like you, mother?"
Esther paused. "Of a type."
That caught everyone's attention. Particularly the twins.
Now she was listening.
Was she implying they were witches but not the normal kind? Lizzie felt realization hit her. No way. Were they still…
"They appear to be a different type of witch, one I've never seen before," Esther said, glancing down at Josie. "They are both Mikaelson witches but it appears that is not all they are. There is another type of generational magic in them."
"How is that possible?" Mikael asked, narrowing his eyes.
"I am unsure, it is as if Odin has blessed them to start a new line of witches," Esther theorized.
Lizzie considered the new information. Well, that explained why she felt slightly different but overall was the same.
They were still Gemini witches. She was still a siphoner. But she and Josie now were Mikaelson witches as well.
Now the question was how did that affect their siphoner side? Would they be more powerful in general? Would they be able to handle darker types of magic like black magic far easier than before?
Guess they would find out as they went.
Won't that be fun to explore?
Also, that made her wonder if she and her twin would look any different from their old selves since they were Mikaelson's now.
This was going to be an interesting experience that's for sure.
Six months later, the twins found themselves laying on a thick blanket in the main room of the hut that the Mikaelson lived in.
Lizzie and Josie both seemed to have had the same idea as they constantly tried to move in an attempt to gain muscles, so they could do more things. They were constantly babbling as well, trying to get their vocal cords working.
Once they could speak to each other again, things would be a lot easier.
Although, it was slow going. Although, they both could hold their own heads up most of the time which was nice. They could also crawl in short bursts. It was only a matter of time before they could crawl then walk.
Vroom vroom bitch.
One thing that Lizzie realized as she spent her time either sleeping or laying bored with nothing to do is that she shouldn't be able to see as well as she could.
She hadn't realized it when she first realized what was happening but as time went on, it became clearer. Although it probably had to with the fact that Lizzie didn't know shit about babies, so she completely forgot that babies' eyesight was terrible when they were first born and for a while after.
Which meant that whoever or whatever did this, made it so the twins could see with full sight. Also, it could be because whatever caused this didn't want them to have a panic attack and if they couldn't see or hear well, they probably wouldn't have realized what was happening and would have been freaking out for a while.
The other thing that she realized was that she shouldn't be able to understand what they were saying yet Lizzie understood it all.
This was something that should be impossible seeing as it was an extinct language from a thousand years ago.
It was just way too comprehensible. Which meant that whatever did this, gave them the ability to recognize the words and different speech patterns, and so on.
Although, even though they understood the language, it definitely didn't mean they knew how to speak it. This was going to be hell to learn.
However, one advantage Lizzie found was that the twins should technically still be able to speak English. Although it might be slightly difficult for a whole since they'll be mainly speaking the old and lost language. And that would mean their vocal cords wouldn't be great at pronouncing their old language very well.
But once they got it right, they'd be able to have conversations without anyone overhearing or knowing what they were saying which could be really useful.
Although, if everything that happened originally still happened and they reach the modern era where a lot of people know or understand English, the twins could be in trouble if their siblings recognize the language because of them.
Maybe they could say that they created it or something? Eh, they would figure it out when they got to that point.
Who knows maybe they could actually create it and not have to lie?
Lizzie looked to her right at Josie and noticed that she had drifted off. She honestly couldn't wait until they would have the ability to speak again.
This whole baby thing was getting old. Particularly the breastfeeding and zero control of bodily fluids.
It was completely disgusting.
Lizzie looked over to her left, where both Rebekah and Kol were since they were too young to work or do much.
Rebekah was in the middle of naptime, while Kol was playing only a few feet away. The 3-year-old maybe four-year-old -Could people actually tell how old kids were just by looking at them? Cause if people can, props to them- had been put in charge of watching the twins as well as Rebekah, while Esther prepared food.
And from what Lizzie could understand, the other brothers were out learning to hunt or doing their other chores.
Kol looked up from where he was playing near her and put his wooden toy to the side. He came over and laid himself between the twins and just rested there with them, starting to fall asleep himself.
Which was how Mikael found them when he entered the hut. Lizzie watched as he set some stuff aside and approached his children. She immediately felt nervous that he would yell at Kol for falling asleep but surprisingly he didn't.
Oh right, he only hated Nik.
He glanced between the four children, his eyes landing on the last one awake. Her.
Mikael knelt down and picked her up. He maneuvered her so that she rested on his hip. And he walked a few feet away from the others.
He looked down at Lizzie with a soft yet sad expression which she couldn't understand. She cocked her head, looking up at him.
"You are much like her, you know, " He said in a whisper. Lizzie fingered his tunic as she felt a way of confusion hit. "She was a quiet and peaceful baby as well."
Lizzie tugged at one of the strings. Who was he talking about? Definitely not Rebek-Freya. He was talking about Freya.
"You share the same eyes as well, although your hair appears to be lighter," He commented, lightly. Lizzie could sense pain radiating from him.
Dammit, she felt bad.
Fuck her life. She'd promised herself she wouldn't like or feel anything other than disgust towards the child abuser.
Stupid emotions.
Well, this actually explained why over the last 6 months it had appeared like he had a bit of favoritism towards her.
Which was actually kind of surprising that her being like Freya wouldn't make him try and stay away from her, rather than be near her.
And Lizzie at that moment decided that she would try something that would likely crash and burn. Everything in her knew it probably wouldn't work but if it did, it was worth the effort.
She was going to change her new father. And if she succeeded, she would save her siblings so much pain in the future.
Time to become a daddy's girl.
God this was going to be a nightmare. And Josie was going to kill her for doing this.
Now for the first act in her new mission. She looked up at her father, meeting his eyes.
"Pa...pa," She said aloud for the first time. Mikael froze as he processed that she said her first words and what the first words were.
Lizzie acted innocent as she laid her head on his shoulder, as he tried to come out of his shell-shocked state.
Mikael looked up as the other boys entered the room and Esther came out to call them to dinner. Lizzie found it amusing how he rushed to tell Esther that she spoke her first words.
The second everyone heard this; she was surrounded as they tried to get her to repeat the words. She didn't.
Lizzie really did have a strange, large, and chaotic family.
The next few years passed quickly to the twins' surprise and it wasn't long before they were 7 years old.
Lizzie walked alongside the creek with Josie at her side. They were plotting again while they were being left alone for chores. Josie was carrying a basket of clothing that she had washed in the water.
While Lizzie had a few rolls of newer material to patch up their siblings' clothing. She had to go to the market to get them but she found she rather liked what she got. She even managed to buy a thick but soft material that Bekah would no doubt claim as her own.
Especially since she's been begging their mother for a new dress.
Lizzie glanced towards the water and caught her reflection. It was still so strange to see even after all these years. Their clothing was so old and strange in appearance. And their hair was always intertwined with braids of some sort.
The twins stopped short of the trail that led back home and took a seat on the riverbed. She focused on her appearance in the reflection.
Lizzie looked almost exactly like her previous self with some slight differences. One of them being that her hair was more of a mix of honey blonde combined with her old color, while her eyes were a different shade of blue.
But other than that, she looked the same. And Josie was in the same boat. Her hair was a slightly lighter shade of brown and her eyes were the same shade as Lijah's.
Then there was the clothing they wore. Most would assume that they were wearing dresses like the rest of the women in the village but nope.
After some persuasion -turns out being Mikael's favorite had some advantages- they learn how to sew and make their own clothes with Esther's help.
So instead of dresses, they had tunics that were more fitting, legging-type pants, and over that, they wore knee-length skirts.
They had added the skirts so that they still had a feminine touch to make Mikael happy. It had been trial and error in the beginning since people didn't wear skirts during this time, so it took a bit to find a way to keep them up.
They solved that by a rope-like string that was put through holes and they could tie it as tight as they wanted to.
Basically a makeshift belt.
And their tunics were typically tucked into their skirts.
Lizzie and Josie both adored the outfits because they were easy to run in. They did get looks from the others in the village because of how short the skirts were but it was ignored because of the pants.
The only thing they really despise were the shoes which were fucking uncomfortable but eventually, they got used to them.
But it was a process.
Especially since in the beginning, they had refused to wear them. But after a lot of persuasions, they were convinced.
Or more like Mikael scared them with stories of infections and legs getting chopped off. And the only reason that convinced them was the realization of the absence of modern medicine.
In the twins' free time, they had a tendency to sneak off and practice sword fighting as well as archery. Although the second one was more difficult because they were more likely to realize that their supply of arrows was decreasing.
And while the twins knew they would get their asses beat if they were found out, there was no way they were living in a strange time with zero fighting skills.
Oh yeah, Mikael was also still a bit of an abusive asshole. Although, with Lizzie's effort as well as Josie's, who once she realized what Lizzie was doing immediately started helping, they were slowly making him a little bit less of a dick.
It was slow going but they could already see improvement. He still beat their brothers if they did something stupid or dangerous but he tended to be a little more lenient with punishment involving other things.
Although he was definitely still harder on Nik. And whenever Mikael was mad at him, Lizzie or Josie always did something to draw his attention away and when he got back to Nik, he was typically less frustrated and calmer.
The twins could feel the eyes of their other siblings following them as they realized what they were doing. And the twins could admit that they were a little too obvious but since Mikael could not see wrong in his favorite children, he didn't notice.
Lizzie also knew that Esther had realized what they were doing and oftentimes, she would send them approving glances. And whenever they actually did it, they typically got a little added treat like berries with their dinner.
And although Nik seemed relieved that he wasn't constantly getting beat for making mistakes, Lizzie could tell he resented how much Mikael seemed to adore the twins, when he despised him.
He was definitely entering his hormonal stage of life. After all, he was what? Around 13 years old?
He'd definitely get worse as he reached peak teenage years.
Josie had also mentioned offhand that when he was older, he would truly understand what they were doing for him but for now, he could be all angry and angsty towards them.
"Come on, Lizzie, we gotta head back soon," Josie said, softly, drawing Lizzie from her thoughts. Josie got to her feet."We don't want the others to worry."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," Lizzie replied, standing up as well. "Let's go, sister, bland food awaits."
Josie laughed as the twins made their way to the main path and started going down it.
It was times like this that Lizzie realized that she and her twin likely had a really strange accent. The way they spoke was a mix of their old life along with the British tone of this time. Sometimes, it seemed to lean more towards one than the other.
When they reached the village, the twins noticed Nik and Elijah sword fighting with grins on their faces while Rebekah watched, envious.
The twin had considered inviting Rebekah to their sword fights but there was no way she wouldn't tell Nik and Elijah. That girl followed them around constantly like a little lost puppy. It was as adorable as it was annoying.
Lizzie looked around the clearing and spotted Kol looking after little Henrik, who was 4 years old and already showing witch potential.
Kol was particularly happy about that because he was tired of being the only brother that was a witch, besides Finn. Kol could never connect with Finn because he never seemed to care about learning magic and he was the oldest, so Kol seeking him out would be annoying.
This of course was the reason Kol tended to attach himself to the twins in the past as they would practice magic with him whenever he wanted. Although, in order to do so they needed to siphon from him.
And one thing Lizzie was really grateful for is that the twins got a hang of siphoning without hurting others rather fast, which meant they could do magic more often.
Anyway, the point was that Kol was happy that he now had a brother to do magic with as well. Especially since in his words, girls were too dramatic.
Lizzie's eyes flickered to little Henrik and felt her gut twist as she once again was hit with the fact that he could die and if their plan failed, it would be their fau-
"Elizabeth, Josette," Esther called out to them, cutting off Lizzie's thoughts. Her attention was now drawn to where her mother sat tending the fire. The twins walked over.
"Mother," The twins greeted in unison.
"Did you complete your chores?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yep," Lizzie said, popping the p. She handed over the new materials, while Josie put down the basket of clothes.
"Good, that is the last of your chores for today," Esther said, nodding approvingly.
Lizzie and Josie grinned at each other. Hell yeah. They had free time on their hands.
However before the twins could take off, Esther motioned for them to stay.
"Mother?" Josie stared in confusion when Esther reached off to the side and pulled out two necklaces. The necklaces themselves were thin strips of dark leather with a pretty blue pendant attached to them.
"What are these?" Lizzie asked, confused.
"These necklaces have powerful magic attached to them and can have more added as time passes. It is so that you may always have magic with you at all times," Esther said, handing them each one.
The twins both were frozen in shock as they took the necklaces. Lizzie looked at hers, while Josie did the same.
Lizzie and Josie shared a look, then threw themselves at Esther pulling her into a hug. Esther laughed and when they separated, Esther helped them put them on.
They thanked her then took off to Kol to tell him the good news. And it wasn't long before all three were practicing magic, laughing as one of them ended up doing something stupid.
Many more years seemed to pass as the twins reached their teenage years. They drew closer to both Kol and Henrik, while Bekah and Nik along with Elijah stuck together.
And at around 14, a new girl with a baby out of wedlock moved into town. It was obvious to anyone who knew the story, who the girl was.
Tatia Petrova, the doppelganger.
She instantly drew in both Nik and Elijah, leaving Rebekah to her lonesome, which meant their older sister started hanging around them.
Oftentimes, Bekah joined the twins and Kol in the mocking of the girl.
Months went by quickly. And the day they were dreading was coming closer with each passing day and both twins were on edge.
They went through the days making sure they had enough magic saved up for the healing spell as they watched Tatia go between Nik and Lijah with disgust.
Despite that, the twins went about their daily lives with the knowledge hanging over their shoulders.
Then the day finally came as Lizzie continued working on a new skirt she wanted to wear while Josie danced with Kol a few feet away with Esther directing their movements.
Apparently knowing how to dance was an important part of every young woman's life and since the twins were now 15, it was a must know.
Please, Lizzie knew how to dance. They were just dances that would make people think she's crazy. Showed what they knew, she already obviously was.
It should have been made clear when the twins literally "created" a completely new clothing style simply because they didn't want to wear dresses at every waking moment.
And the fact that the two girls didn't act at all like any girl in this time period seeing as they were strong-willed, opinionated, and quick-tempered. Although, the last one was mainly Lizzie.
You punch one guy once...
Anyways now she was known as the volatile Mikaelson. Like bitch? That dude was getting way to handsy, he deserved what he got.
What was even better is that once Mikael understood the situation, he had Elijah challenge the guy to duel to the death.
Think you can guess who won.
Let's just say Mr. Future Rapist was a rotting corpse six feet under.
And a part of Lizzie was happy that Mikael had immediately taken her side and not just assumed she was lying like she was expecting him to.
He gets good dad points for that.
Although, after that happened, all three Mikaelson girls got bodyguards in the form of their own brothers.
Rebekah was the most annoyed about it, while both of the twins just dealt with it because there was no way to get their brothers to back off.
Speaking of her brothers, Henrik was walking over to her. Lizzie looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Sister, father wishes to speak to you," The 13-year-old boy said.
Lizzie nodded, putting the skirt to the side. "Coming, Henny," She said, standing.
Henrik rolled his eyes, "Lizzie, how many times do I have to tell you to not call me that," He said, sounding exasperated.
"Please, Hen, the day I stop calling you that is the day I die," She replied, grinning. He rolled his eyes at his older sister but a smile played on his lips.
"You are a nuisance, sister. Father will never be able to marry you off if you keep up," Henrik said as they walked towards Mikael, who was currently speaking to Klaus and Elijah. Probably about their most recent hunt or something.
Lizzie glanced at Henrik with disgust. "Ugh, as if, brother. Any guy that wants me will have to be my bitch for me to marry them," She said, as the disgusted expression gave way to a mischievous smile.
Henrik's eyes widened and he smacked her arm, shooting a worried look at Mikael, who was only a few feet away.
"Don't say such things when father is near," He hissed out.
"Oh don't be a bore, Henry," Lizzie said, finally calling her brother by his preferred name.
Lizzie was smirking as she stopped walking. Mikael, along with her other two brothers, turned to them. Both Nik and Elijah, who were previously wearing hard expressions, were now staring at their youngest brother and youngest sister with warmth.
Yeah, Nik really grew out of that angsty asshole age. Well...mostly.
He had his moment.
Okay...a lot of moments.
But the point is he was better.
Well, towards her and her twin at least.
Actually, Lizzie kind of preferred back when he was giving them the cold shoulder. Now he was an overprotective mutt.
"Father, brothers," Lizzie greeted easily.
"Liz/Elizabeth," Her older brothers replied easily. You can guess who said what.
Lizzie smiled at them as they took their leave with Henrik trailing after them like a puppy. Which was kind of ironic when you realized there was an actual puppy in the family.
Lizzie turned to Mikael just as he started speaking. "Elizabeth, come. I have use of you," He motioned for her to follow him. And obviously, she did.
He led her to the woods -no, not to murder her- and after a few minutes of walking down the trail, they came to a stop and Lizzie knew instantly what he needed her for.
There laying across the path was a fallen tree.
"Elizabeth, I need you to move the tree, I would have asked your mother but she is busy with your sister right now," Mikael said, glancing at her.
"No worries, Father. I got it," Lizzie said, walking a few paces forward. Her hand went to the necklace around her neck and started siphoning, being hyper-aware of how much she was taking.
A rush of power went through her and Lizzie held out her hand.
"Resurgemus," She whispered. Her magic responded instinctively and there was a crackling sound as the tree began to lift.
Branches fell to the ground as the three rose and once it was high enough she directed it off the path. When it hit the ground, Lizzie glanced at the leaves and branches remaining, and with a wave of a hand, a gust of wind blew them to the side.
When she turned to Mikael, she saw him looking at her with pride.
"Well done," He said, then glanced back towards where they had come from. Lizzie smiled, slightly. "Come, let us return, my daughter. It is your turn to learn to dance."
Lizzie's face immediately scrunched up in annoyance. "But father," She said, practically whining as she followed after him. "I'd prefer to learn how to hunt than dance a stupid waltz thing."
"Elizabeth, you know why you are not allowed to hunt," He said, giving her a look. "And your misgiving about dancing is foolish, all of your siblings had to learn the dance. It is a tradition to our people."
"Fine," Lizzie muttered, giving in but then a hopeful smile appeared on her face. "You know if you taught me to hunt, it would be far easier to find and catch animals because of my magic."
Lizzie was looking pleadingly at Mikael as they walked. Mikael had a contemplative look on his face.
"I will consider it," He said simply.
"Yes!" Lizzie shouted then a sheepish grin appeared on her face. "I mean, thank you, father."
Mikael gave her a stern look but there was an amused glint in his eyes.
They re-entered the villages and Mikael went off to let the other 'men' know that the path was now clear.
Lizzie made her way over to the fire, where Josie was finishing up her dancing lessons. Kol and Josie bowed to each other. Well, Kol bowed, Josie curtsied.
Two looked up as she approached.
"Looks good," She commented, stopping beside them.
Josie smiled in thanks, while Kol gave her a smirk. "Now it's your turn, my darling sister," He said, looking way too pleased with himself.
The ass knew her too well and knew that she despised the idea of learning the olden wannabe tango-dance.
"Oh shut up Kolabear," Lizzie said as she shoved him, making him laugh.
Why was he one of her favorite brothers again?
"Elizabeth, it is unladylike to push someone," Esther said in disapproval. Kol smirked at her victoriously. Lizzie's eyes narrowed into a glare.
She would so kick his ass later.
"Apologize's mother but you know how Kol is. He just doesn't know his place," Lizzie said, giving Esther an innocent grin. Josie laughed off to the right, while Kol shot her an overly offended look.
Please, as if Kol didn't know he was a brat.
Her mother raised her eyebrow. "Hmm and you are the one to put him in it, are you?" She asked and while she was keeping the stern mother appearances, Lizzie could tell she was amused.
"Yep, that's exactly it, mother dearest," Lizzie said with a smirk. She suddenly shrieked when Kol pressed his fingers into the ticklish spot on her side.
She immediately tried to back away but Kol didn't let her.
"B-br-brother, s-sto-p," Lizzie struggled to say through laughter. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Esther and Josie watching them in amusement. "M-mo-mother, pl-please."
"Kol," Esther said, firmly after a moment. "Let your sister breathe."
"Yes, mother," Kol said, obediently.
Lizzie took a few moments to catch her breath and when she did, she pushed him to show her annoyance. Although, the effect was kind of negated by the grin on her face.
Idiot brothers…
"Kol, you must finish your chore, please go fetch Niklaus, so your sister can practice with him," Esther said, glancing at her second youngest son.
Kol nodded. He backed away with a grin at Lizzie and as he passed Josie, he ruffled her hair making her swat at him.
He dodged the hit with a laugh and took off towards where Niklaus was carving a piece of wood. The twins watched him go, then exchanged exasperated looks.
He was such a troublemaker.
They turned to Esther, who was gathering up the material that Lizzie had been working on.
"I will be back shortly, do try to stay out of trouble," She said, the last part was clearly directed at Lizzie.
To which, she plastered a completely innocent onto her face.
She was a perfectly well-behaved child, she didn't know what her dear mother could possibly be trying to imply.
The twins watched Esther before turning to each other.
"So what did father need?" Josie asked, looking curious. The twin both sat down, letting their legs rest.
"A tree fell into the trail, he needed me to move it," Lizzie replied. The heat of the fire warmed them both.
"Lizzie tonight's the full moon," Josie said softly, making Lizzie look over at her. Josie's face was drawn in and tight. Worry was written across her face.
Lizzie swallowed. Tonight was the night. What happened from this point forward would make or break everything.
When morning came, they may be one brother short. And Lizzie knew that their plan had holes in it. Like why not stop Nik and Henry from going out in the first place but they had run that idea through their heads over and over for hours yet in the end, it wouldn't end well.
The twins knew full well that Nik would ignore their warning and take Henrik out anyways. And another idea was to knock them out but Josie had a vision of the consequences of those actions.
Vampires needed to be brought into existence. The originals needed to be created and whatever was at play -some shitty-ass unknown force- would make it happen no matter what.
Only one of her other brothers may die alongside Henrik.
Which meant it needed to happen. Henrik needed to be attacked but he didn't need to die. So the twins were fully prepared to use as much power as they could to save him. No matter what.
No one gets left behind. That was the twins' motto.
"As long as we stick to the plan, we'll all make it through this, Jo," Lizzie said, grabbing her sister's hand.
"I know, I'm just really scared Liz," Josie said, tightening her grip on her hand for a moment.
Lizzie pulled her hand out of Josie's and wrapped an arm around her older twin. She rested her head on Josie's shoulder.
"It'll be fine, we got this Jojo," Lizzie said, softly. "Besides we're two powerful Mikaelson slash Gemini siphon witches, there's nothing we can't handle, sister."
"Jo, Liz?" Nik called out as he approached. "Is everything well, sisters?"
The twins' pulled away from each other.
"Everythings fine, Nik. We're just talking," Josie said smiling up at their 20 something brother. Nik nodded slowly, looking like he was questioning whether or not he should trust her words.
"Niklaus," Esther said, coming from the hut. "Help your sister figure out what position the dance starts as."
"Yes, mother," Nik said and held out a hand towards Lizzie, who groaned but took it. He pulled her up and helped her get in the correct stance.
When they finally finished up and all the others returned. They, along with the rest of the village, gathered their belongings and headed into the caves.
The twins laid down together, holding each other tightly. They closed their eyes but neither slept. A few hours went by and the dread pulled in their stomachs.
Lizzie's breath caught as she heard movement from where her brothers laid. There were hushed whispers then shuffling.
Both twins went tense as they sensed the moment two individuals left the cave. Lizzie heard Josie choked back a sob, turning her head to bury into the crook of Lizzie's neck.
Lizzie tightened her grip around her sister as she felt her tears soaking her skin. Lizzie's breathing was uneven as a silent tear made its way from her eye to her ear.
Everything in her wanted to scream. To get up and run outside, demanding her brothers don't go. To wake their father, despite the consequences that would follow those actions.
But she couldn't.
All she could do was hold her big sister closer, knowing both of their hearts were breaking as the guilt and regret consumed them.
She stared up at the dirt ceiling. He was only 13 years old. He was a child. Henrik didn't deserve this.
Was the trauma their little brother was going to endure from this, worth him surviving? Another tear fell from her eyes. Lizzie knew that after tomorrow morning nothing would ever be the same again.
And if her brother survived, neither would he.
Lizzie felt like a monster in that moment. How could they do this to their baby brother? Yes, he would live but what would he become?
Wolves howled in the distance.
Josie whimpered against her. While Lizzie squeezed her eyes shut. The image of her brother being mauled kept circling in the forefront of her mind.
When morning finally came both twins were exhausted and agitated. As the other woke up, Lizzie saw the moment her parents realized Nik and Henrik were gone.
Esther's hand went to her mouth in her horror, while a look of terror mixed with rage appeared on Mikael's.
That's when they heard it.
A scream.
A yell for help.
No…
Henrik.
The twins shot up, following right behind the others. Rebekah, who had left slightly earlier to return some of their belongings, scream pierced through Lizzie's heart as she ran towards Nik who was carrying a still Henrik.
What did they do? A sob erupted from Josie as the twins ran forward. They could hear Esther begging Ayana to do something. This was all their fault.
But both twins ignored everything as they rushed to kneel down next to the boy they could barely recognize anymore.
They could hear the others telling them to move away but neither responded. Both of them clutched their necklaces, siphoning as much as they could as fast as they could.
There was limited time.
Both twins rested their hands on Henrik, blood coated their fingertips. They could feel hands begin trying to pull them away.
Kol and Elijah, Lizzie briefly realized. But the twins fought them as Latin began to flow from their lips.
Magic filled the air, circling around them.
Around Henrik.
Hold on, please, hold on...
Their chanting got louder as their eyes closed with their increased focus.
Save him, I'm begging you. Anyone...Odin, please don't let him pass on...he deserves to live…
Lizzie could feel her magic depleting fast.
No…
They had to finish this fast.
Lizzie reached through her bond with Josie and the twins connected.
They became one.
Everything was melded together. Everything was clear.
Their voices echoed back to themselves and they felt something wet drip down their lips. From their nose.
The last of their magic went but it didn't matter. They had done it. They hand finished the spell. They dimly heard a sudden gasp for air as they fell into unconsciousness against their older brothers.
They had saved him…
The twins drifted in a state of darkness. Time passed yet they couldn't feel it. Trapped in the warm embrace of each other's energies.
Hours passed by as they stayed like this.
They could feel each other as easily as breathing and they communicated with their emotions. Wherever they were, they felt safe.
They knew they needed to wake up but they didn't want to.
A day passed. Then another. And another.
Every once in a while they heard voices, telling them to wake up. To come back. Begging them to open their eyes.
Yet they didn't.
Because that wasn't the voice they wanted to hear. None of them were. There was only one that mattered because it would tell them if they succeeded or failed.
They heard voices again. A male and female, talking. One was angry. No...fearful. He wanted revenge.
Against the wolves. He wanted to be stronger than them. He wanted them all to be. Worry yet understanding flickered within the black, emptiness.
It was almost time. The very thing they knew was coming from the beginning. The start of their beginning.
In the darkness, flashes of light appeared. They formed two giggling girls running through the halls of a school. A blonde vampire calling for them to slow down.
Mom. Their first mom.
It was beginning.
A few more days passed as the twins drifted, every once in a while they explored forgotten memories of what had once been.
That was when they heard it.
A voice.
Young but male.
Quieter than they remembered but familiar all the same.
It was him.
Henrik.
Sisters...it is time to come back. Please, I need you…
The words echoed.
The bond jolted and the twins pulled away.
Lizzie gasped awake and she could hear Josie doing the same beside her.
"Sisters," Henrik breathed out in shock.
The twins started before both of them lunged at him. Dragging him into a crushing hug. He was alive. He was safe.
"Henry…" Josie said, tearfully as both twins pulled away.
"You're alive," Lizzie finished, hearting beating in her ears.
Their little brother stared at them, gaze haunted yet loving. "Because of you. You saved me…" He whispered.
"Of course we did, Hen. You're our little brother, we couldn't lose you," Lizzie said, reaching out to squeeze his hand.
"Elizabeth? Josette?"
All of them turned to look at the doorway where Mikael stood looking worse for wear. He had bags under his eyes and his hair was unkempt. Clothes rumpled.
"Father," The twins breathed out in unison.
To Lizzie's shock, Mikael rushed forward and pulled them both into a tight hug.
"You are okay," He seemed to say to himself as if to reassure that his youngest daughters were alive and whole.
Lizzie wrapped an arm around him and could feel Josie doing the same.
"We're okay," Lizzie echoed. He tightened his grip momentarily. Then released them, pressing a kiss on each of their foreheads.
Mikael moved away as the rest of the Mikaelson family burst into the room and they were surrounded by arms and by such a barrage of voices that they couldn't place exact words.
When all the hugs and affection shit was over and one with. The large family settled together. With Lizzie and Josie on the bed with Henrik, Rebekah, and Kol. Both Elijah and Nik were sitting on the ground next to bed, while Finn and their parents stood around them.
Lizzie glanced around at everyone. Kol was next to her with an arm around her shoulder, while Bekah had squeezed herself between the twins and was holding both of their hands, refusing to let go.
Lizzie could feel Nik pressing himself against her one leg that was hanging off the bed. While Elijah kept looking between Henrik and each of the twins as if trying to reassure himself that they were okay.
There was something in his eyes that made Lizzie realize he was blaming himself for not being able to protect the babies of the family. Dammit, she was going to have to talk to him, though she knew it wasn't likely to help.
Finn was standing tall, looking like he had a weight pressing him down to the earth, wanting to flatten him. It made Lizzie realize that while they were asleep, he would have been taking care of everyone to the best of his abilities.
As well as uphold his duties as the eldest son.
Then, she looked at Esther, who looked exhausted. There was a sense of failure that hung around her like a cloak.
Was she blaming herself for the fact that she couldn't save Henrik yet her youngest daughters did, which put them into a coma?
Lizzie would also need to talk to her later too.
She looked around at her family. Things were going to change and there was a chance she would lose this but she would be grateful for the time they had.
The bonds they formed with one another. The sense of home their presence gave her. In a matter of days, nothing would be the same ever again.
And she was right.
The piercing pain of the sword going through her chest, the choking of blood, the pain in every inch of her being overwhelmed her.
"I am sorry, my daughter," Mikael whispered, regret coating his tone as he pulled the sword from her chest.
She fell as if in slow motion. Everything was on fire. She knew what was coming yet felt terrified nonetheless.
Lizzie's body hit the ground. The stickiness of her blood beginning to coat her skin distracted her for a moment as the pain slowly gave way to numbness.
She could feel unconscious creeping in as her vision darkened. She heard the shouts of her siblings and heard Josie's scream of pain.
Everything felt cold. Her fingers twitched as she felt them turn to ice. Her heartbeat throbbed in her ears.
She could hear Nik's shouting in rage and fear. Then his scream.
Her heartbeat stuttered.
Then stopped…
She felt like she was floating. On the edge of nothingness. This felt familiar. Oh, right, she had died before. However, unlike before, something dark closed around her presence and pulled her back.
Lizzie's eyes shot open. And she groaned slightly as she was hit with a pounding headache. She pushed herself up onto her knees, feeling disgusting at the feeling of something dried sticking to every inch of her.
She looked down and froze. She was coated in blood. Dried blood.
Lizzie looked around her frantically and froze in horror as she realized all her siblings laid around her unmoving, coated in their own blood that came from a gaping wound on their chest.
Her hand went to her mouth as her eyes landed on Josie.
"Oh my god," She whispered. The gravity of what had happened hit like a punch in the stomach. Her lungs constricted strangely.
She was turning.
When she focused she could feel power and magic running through her veins, so easy to siphon.
Lizzie froze as Mikael re-entered the room dragging a bleeding Tatia by her arm. Their eyes met.
"Father," Lizzie said in a scared whisper. Mikael's eyes softened and he walked forward with Tatia.
The smell of her blood filled her every sense and Lizzie's eyes zero in on her bleeding arm. She heard every drop as it hit the floor as if someone was banging on the wall.
Her head pounded, her throat burned, and a fierce hunger rose in her.
Mikael grabbed Tatia's arm and forced it into Lizzie's mouth. She didn't hesitate to latch on, a taste as good as honey filled her mouth and an inhuman growl erupted from her throat as the piercing pain of her new fangs settled and sharpened.
Lizzie pulled back abruptly as her every sense seemed to become even more enhanced. Her eyes burned, her ears started sending way too much feedback -birds, people, heartbeat, animals, everything- and her skin felt like it was crawling with ants.
She barely fought the urge to claw at her skin. She heard Josie gasp awake and Mikael immediately dragged Tatia over to her.
But Lizzie couldn't focus on that as everything was too overwhelming. Even the feel of her magic made her want to throw up.
Then, Lizzie felt it.
Something clicked into place. A bond. Josie had turned.
The bond that had always allowed emotions and such to pass through was now ten times stronger. But instead of overwhelming her like everything else, it did the opposite.
It grounded her. In reality, in magic, and in her sister.
Breathe.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Exhale.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Inhale.
Lizzie repeated this process and slowly but surely the sounds damped along with the rest of her senses.
Control. She was gaining control.
Lizzie opened her eyes the second her sister wrapped an arm around her. The twins leaned into each other, using the other as an anchor.
And despite the chaos, Lizzie felt strong.
No, not strong.
Powerful.
Lizzie smiled. It was official.
The twins were the Original Heretics.