1.14 - The Creation of Vivian Wright

1816 - London, England:

"I never thought anyone could be so beautiful." Elijah whispered to his beloved Vivian as they danced with one another for the hundredth time at a local, society ball. The lights glistened off the crystal chandeliers, the musicians played the latest popular music, and every man and woman was dressed to the nines to impress the others, but he only had eyes for Vivian, and she for him. As the song ended, they bowed and curtseyed at one another, and he quickly joined her at her side. "Let's disappear." He whispered in her ear as he began to lead her towards the entrance of the London townhome. They ran laughing into the night, and after they were far enough away, but close enough to make it back to the party without Vivian's family worrying, Elijah took her in his arms, and kissed her. Every kiss between them was like a first kiss, passionate and full of a complete and total love neither one had ever quite experienced previously. He hardly ever wanted to take his hands, or eyes off the girl, but an idea suddenly dawned on him as the two of them stood in the abandoned city street, moonlight showering them in an eerie glow. "Marry me, Vivian." He looked her straight in the eyes.

"Elijah, you cannot be serious." She laughed as she shook her head, only in dreams could such a proposal be true. "It's not kind to tease a girl in such a way."

"Vivian, please. I'm not toying with you. Marry me. Make me the happiest man alive." Elijah was hardly even thinking rationally, his entire being was consumed with the idea of her.

Vivian stared at him in total, gleeful shock, the idea suddenly dawning on her. She burst into laughter and in total joy, she kissed him harder than she ever had before. "Yes, yes, a thousand times yes." She nodded her head as she laughed and they embraced in the night.


"Vivian, I don't know how many ways to express this, you cannot marry the man. He is a completely unsuitable match." Mr. Wright, a rather portly man who was not aging gracefully yelled to his middle daughter at the top of his lungs. Once he used this tone of voice, Vivian always knew his decision was final. "For goodness sake's Vivian, use your head. You were always the smart one, after all. You must see why this is not advantageous for you, or the family name. We have a reputation to uphold, and I will not have a daughter of mine throwing away her family name for some soldier, Elijah nobody." He spat, his angered flopping around in his armchair shifted his favorite wig just a bit off the center of his head, only adding to the ridiculous picture her father already created.

"But father, I love him." She pleaded for probably the tenth time that evening. "Please, try to understand, this is not a decision I have come to using my head, but my heart, and that is where the decisions of great love must truly reside from."

"I won't hear about this anymore, Vivian. You have greatly upset me, and I will now retire and spend the rest of my evening in peace." Mr. Wright declared haughtily as he shuffled out of his chair, and huffed his way back to his bedroom, leaving Vivian, strong as she ever was, holding back tears.


Despite the copious amounts of bourbon he was consuming, Elijah was on full guard as he heard his door creek open. He jumped up, only to see a long lost, familiar face.. "Kol, what in heavens name are you doing here."

"Why it appears as though I'm saving you, brother." Kol swaggered into the room, looking at his pathetic sight of a brother up and down.

"That is the last thing I need right now, Kol. Please, leave me alone, I'm busy." He waved his brother in the direction of the door. Elijah never had much time for his brother Kol or Klaus's silly games. They left far too many bodies in their wake with far too little humanity. Elijah liked to believe he was above such a lifestyle by this point. He had to be, for his Vivian, after all.

"So, who's the girl?" Kol nodded towards the large glass full of alcohol in his brother's hand.

"Vivian Wright. I love her, brother. But I can't have her. Our stupid curse foils my happiness yet again." He spat, leaning further back into his chair.

"Oh, come now brother, I hate seeing you this way. No woman is worth this. Let's do away with her and go have a good time."

With his words, and far too much alcohol in his system, Elijah sprang up with a bolt, pinning his brother to the opposite wall with a crack of the plaster. "Do not ever speak ill of her. She is far too perfect for her name to ever cross your lips. And if you harm a hair on her head you will have hell to pay." Elijah's eyes roared like fire at his brother; he had never looked more threatening or imposing.

"Elijah, Elijah, I was just having a joke. Please, stop this nonsense." He squeaked out beneath his brother's hand on his neck.

"This is not nonsense, Kol. This is my life, and my world. Now I want you to leave, and never come back, do you hear me? Never!" He roared, flinging the body of his brother towards the other wall, and laying a fist into him. His inebriation was getting the best of him.

"Oh Elijah, you'll come 'round." Kol spat back at his brother with a mischievous look in his eye. No one spoke to him that way without some form of revenge.


"No, no, no!" Elijah screamed at the top of his lungs, holding Vivian's lifeless body in his arms. After the torrid scene with his brother, and the effects of the alcohol had worn off the following morning, he had a horrific sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach at what his brother might do. He knew he had to see Vivian, but the sight he walked in on was only one he had in nightmares. She was lying in her bed, her neck bent out of shape, dead. He could hardly hold back tears, and could not look at her lifeless any more. He had to get out, and with that, he disappeared into the night, hell bent on revenge towards his youngest brother. He didn't stand a chance, and this time, he was going to find that white oak dagger made especially for him.


Only minutes after his disappearance, Vivian began to cough; some of the vampire blood Kol had forced her stomach before her untimely demise still in her mouth. And, with a wild eyed look of confusion, she fled into the night.


1915 - New Orleans, Louisiana:

"The spell requires the blood of a doppelganger, which will be the hardest piece in the puzzle, but I know we can accomplish the task." Klaus brushed off the difficulty from his position in an armchair by the fireplace. "Now, to determine which line of doppelgangers is closest to our current proximity. I've heard whisperings of the Petrova line somewhere in the Chicago area, the Stavropoulos line somewhere in the New York vicinity, and the Wright line in Miami, I believe."

At the mention of the name Wright, Elijah's hair stood up on the back of his neck. "What did you just say?"

"Elijah, really, pay attention please." Klaus sighed at his brother, readjusting himself in his chair. "I said that we have to determine which line –"

"No. Not that. Did you say Wright?" His eyes had an almost wild look to them, and even though 100 years had passed, he relived everyday with his ex-fiancée as if they were yesterday.

"Oh, you're curious if this has to do with Vivian, aren't you?" Klaus teased his brother. "Why, didn't you know she's a doppelganger? Oh Elijah, please tell me you realized this. Yes, I heard she's residing in Miami, I believe. It's quite a fun city, you should visit it sometime. It's quite lovely in the summer."

Elijah slammed his hands on the table in complete shock and anger at his brother. "She's...alive?!" He yelled, unable to fully process the thought. "How is that possible?!"

"Why, Kol never told you? Well you probably put that dagger in him far too quickly before he ever could." Klaus laughed, partially amused by his always perfectly composed brother's melt down. "Of course she's alive, Kol turned her, he didn't kill her. See? Nothing to worry about. What a shame you've spent all those years pining for nothing, I suppose."


1922 - Miami, Florida:

"You left me to die!" Vivian shouted in Elijah's general direction. "Or should I say, live." She mocked, trying to hold back the tear streaming down her face. How could he, after all these years, show up out of the blue, as if nothing had ever happened? No, she would not accept that. She couldn't accept his apology. She was not the same docile, innocent girl like she had been 100 years ago. This was 1922, and she was Vivien Wright the most feared vampire in Miami, though most didn't know her name, only the victims she left in her wake. "I had to fend for my self and reinvent my personality. I'm not the same girl, Elijah, we're not in love anymore." She lied to him, and to herself as the words flowed out. "I'm everything without you, because you left me for nothing."

"Vivian, had I only known I would have..." Elijah pleaded with her, trying to move closer to the girl who seemed to be on fire with hatred or love for him, it was difficult to determine which, or if there really was a difference at this point. "I would have spent eternity with you, like we always dreamed of."

"This is far from what I dreamed of, Elijah. This life I've been cursed with has been a nightmare, but at least now I'm in control. Everything between us ended the day I died, and my old self died with it. So I'm happy to introduce my new persona to you after all these years, Vivian Wright, charmed, I'm sure."