Fated

A Vampire Diaries & Inuyasha crossover

I do not own Vampire Diaries, Inuyasha/Yashahime nor the characters from any of the respective works. I only own this plot bunny.

PART ONE

In which a time traveling demon exterminator finds herself in the company of a hybrid, a gentleman vampire, their younger sister, and a Ripper

Chapter One

Elijah

Elijah followed behind Niklaus and Stefan as they walked the streets of the Windy City. While he had not spent any time in the city during the prohibition era, listening to his brother recall how the Ripper of Monterey got dangerously close to exposing them was getting exhausting.

His brother walked like he was a king among peasants. He strolled like he owned the very street they walked on. His eyes were animated and bright as he chatted with the younger Salvatore brother. It was like they were old friends retracing their steps and not here to get down to the business of why Niklaus couldn't obtain his army of loyal soldiers.

They had tried and failed at least two more times after the first attempt. Once while with Stefan and the next alone together while out hunting. It had been there that they had spoken privately together. Or at least Elijah had tried.

"He's hiding something Niklaus and you know it," said Elijah, as they walked back to the hotel room they were staying in.

His brother didn't answer him as they grew closer to their destination. He had only turned to him, flashed that cheeky smile he always did and then decided that they would go to Chicago.

That was where they had left things. There had been no plotting together to figure out just what Stefan was hiding. Not that Elijah didn't already know but he hated being left in the dark.

Being left in the dark meant he couldn't stop whatever was unfolding in his brother's mind. Niklaus was an unpredictable force when he was motivated and not knowing what his brother had planned was bad. He couldn't afford to fall behind.

Klaus led the three of them into an old building. "Looks familiar, doesn't it?" he began as they walked deeper into the establishment. The question –nor the location – meant anything to Elijah. It wasn't intended to be.

"I can't believe this place is still standing," answered Stefan.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me."

Elijah followed the sound. A woman was walking towards them. Her eyes were locked on his brother and Stefan as she came closer. She was beautiful. Warm brown skin, short blonde hair and at least in her early forties. But the magic he could taste in the air told him not to fuck with her.

"I know you," stated Stefan.

"Of course you do," beamed Niklaus as he moved towards the witch. "Gloria is an old friend."

"Oh I know but shouldn't you be…" Stefan trailed off, as if in fear his next few words would get him hexed.

"Old and dead? If I am than just who is gonna run this place?" asked the witch.

Niklaus chuckled before turning to Stefan. "Stefan, why don't you go fix us all something from behind the bar?"

Elijah watched him head for the bar before his brother gestured to him. "Gloria darling, this is my brother Elijah. You weren't able to meet him last time."

Gloria looked at him up and down before nodding. "Charmed," she sneered before turning back to the hybrid. "So what brings you here? You broke your curse."

"Yes, I did," Niklaus plopped down in the chair before her. "But I must be doing something wrong because I can't seem to create any more hybrids."

"Sounds like quite the pickle," Gloria leaned in, folding her hands in her lap. "but in order for me to figure out exactly what the root of the problem is, I'll need the witch who cast the spell."

Niklaus narrowed his eyes. His smile had lost it's brightness as he spoke. "Ah the Original Witch. She's very dead."

Elijah remained quiet at that declaration. The Original Witch. Once upon a time, she was simply a tool for them in their false Sun and Moon curse. He had always pictured Ayanna in that role whenever telling that lie.

Ayanna had been beautiful. Like Gloria she had a warm brown hue to her skin and her eyes had been soulful and wise. She had been younger than their mother, at least by ten years. If he thought too hard, Elijah could recall a time when his eldest brother Finn had been smitten with her.

But that was centuries ago. During another time, in another place and before all the death, destruction and malice they had brought about.

Before they had gone and turned their mother into a villain.

"Well then, bring me Rebekah."

"Rebekah," Klaus huffed. "She's busy at the moment."

Busy at the moment. Elijah found that to be a funny way of his brother avoiding saying he had daggered her. He would have shared the same fate as his sister and brothers if he hadn't been able to convince Klaus of his innocence.

Doing that meant going along with his mad quest to obtain an unstoppable army. A group loyal to his brother only.

Security and an upper hand against their enemies.

Elijah tuned back in when Gloria said she wouldn't be able to do the spell without his sister. She was the key to what she needed.

"What is this?"

Elijah, Gloria, and Klaus all turned to the Ripper. He was holding an old picture frame in his hands. His eyes were wide as he looked at the photo. His lips opened and closed as he tried to form the words his mind was still processing.

Finally when he was sure he had them, Stefan turned the photo towards them and repeated himself. "What is this?"

"I told you Stefan," Niklaus's tone was jovial as he stood and walked towards the bar. "You and
I have history."

-x-x-x-

In the end, Gloria had sent his brother and Stefan off to find Rebekah while Elijah had taken to sitting in the bar with the witch.

He had shed his jacket hours ago. It sat on the bar stool beside him as he stared down at the photograph. Klaus's face peered back up at him, his arm slung around Stefan's like it had been countless times during their summer together. If it wasn't for the texture of the paper, he would have thought the photo was recent.

He had never been jealous of the people his brother let into his life. Niklaus deserved some form of friendship outside the codependency he shared with Elijah and, once upon a time, Rebekah as well.

But it didn't stop the sharp stabs he felt in his stomach at the sight of the picture. It didn't keep down the irritation he felt whenever they shared little moments just between the two of them these last few months. A secret only Niklaus knew of; like a child hording a special treat.

He was Elijah Mikaelson. He didn't get jealous.

Or at least he hadn't until now.

Now he was sitting in a bar drinking as he waited for his brother to return with their sister in tow and their shared boy toy.

"You know you're lucky you've already got some green in those pretty eyes of yours." Gloria was sitting on the bar top opposite him.

"I'm not jealous," he interjected.

"Sure you aren't," sung Gloria as she started on another glass. "I'm old but I ain't blind pretty boy. You missed out on something and now you're drinking your bitterness away."

Elijah sipped his drink. He had nothing to say. If he gave her an inch, the witch was going to take a mile. Instead he turned his head to look around the bar.

The place was dark but it could not be called lifeless. The sunlight streamed in from the glass-stained windows overhead and the walls were painted a warm brown. There was a stage in the middle of the room and all around him were booths and tables.

The bar top was fully stocked and he could make out the cleaning station and garnishes as well. All separate of course. He would be disgusted if they were so close together. His eyes did linger on the jar of maraschino cherries.

Rebekah had loved them once.

While he wasn't a fan of the speakeasy, he knew it was beautiful and well loved. He could see why the bar was still open. Liquor and live entertainment kept the lights on.

Elijah looked back to the witch, still cleaning her cups when they both heard the door open. She looked down at the Original before looking towards the door.

"Friend of yours?"

Elijah turned to see Damon Salvatore walking towards him with a cocky smile on his lips and a confident pep in his step.

"Good afternoon," he greeted as he sat to the right of Elijah. He turned his gaze on the witch still plopped on the countertop. "Best bourbon you have."

"I'm not serving you," Gloria remarked as she set the glass down.

Damon hummed and then paused. After a moment he grinned, "Well is she on the menu?"

Elijah frowned at the question. She?

Damon blurred behind the countertop just as the door to the stockroom opened. There was a shriek followed by a crash as something clanked and clattered to the floor. The rustle of movement had the witch in action. Gloria moved off her perch, an arm raised to fire off a spell before the blue-eyed vampire stood before her with his hostage.

Damon tutted his lips as he held his captive. Elijah frowned as he stared at the young woman. She was about Niklaus's age, at least a year younger than his brother. Twenty-two at the most, he realized. She also wasn't dainty. The young woman was muscular but slim, her arms toned and her legs as well.

She didn't even look afraid as Damon held her.

"Now," the elder Salvatore spoke as if he was actually in charge. "I've got some questions—"

His captive reared her head forward before slamming her head into his face. Damon hissed as he loosened his grip. It was enough for her to slip out of his hold and bring her palm up to his mouth and cup it over his mouth before her left palm slammed into his jaw.

Elijah frowned as he watched Damon growl. "You bit—" he choked and wrapped a hand around his throat. His skin seemed to ashen as he stepped back and then staggered.

Gloria peered over at the Original. "If you don't mind, I'd like if the trash was taken out," she said nodding towards the choking vampire on the floor.

Elijah nodded. Message received. He moved to hoist the elder Salvatore over his shoulder. He was quick in disposing of the vampire, throwing him out onto the curb. If he was honest, the less he saw of Damon the better. He didn't need the younger vampire to give away any details about their bargain or that young Elena was still alive.

The less his brother knew the better.

Elijah turned to head back into the bar. He found Gloria and the young woman at the bar top. Gloria was fussing over her like a mother hen as she wiped at her shirt.

"I don't give a damn about the booze," huffed Gloria as she set the damp napkins down. "Are you alright?"

"Not a scratch on me," answered her friend. Now that Elijah was closer, he could get a good look at her. She was beautiful, he noted. Long brown hair pulled back into a high ponytail and warm brown eyes. The sleeveless shirt she wore showed off her arms and what looked to be…chest bindings? He had never seen a woman so comfortable to wear one. His eyes also took in the scars on her forearms.

He knew those kinds of scars. She had seen battle. Three scars curled from her upper left bicep like a pair of claws had dug into her skin. She also had two on the back of her forearm from arrows. When she turned back to him, his eyes moved down to the thin scar just under her jugular, like a sword had almost taken her head clean off.

Just who was this woman?

Gloria snorted. "You mean aside from the battle scars you've had since you were a tike?"

"Eleven," the woman was prideful as she hopped up on the countertop. Elijah averted his eyes, trying not to let his eyes wander to her backside. He was a gentleman.

A low whistle came from the doorway. The three turned towards the group coming into the room. Niklaus smirked as his eyes stayed on the woman. Behind him, Stefan and Rebekah weren't too far behind.

"Gloria, just where have you been hiding this delectable thing?" purred his brother as he flashed to the bar top.

"Do tell me she's my next meal," Rebekah was practically debased as she moved into the room. Her lips were pulled up into a delirious smile as her eyes drank in the woman.

Gloria scoffed. "None of you are touching her."

The woman grumbled under her breath in Japanese. "I'll kill them before they even try."

Niklaus chuckled as he spoke flawlessly. "You can try, but you won't succeed."

The woman's brown eyes narrowed as she met his brother's.

"You'll be the first," she promised in English. His brother stared at her before his lips pulled back into a wicked smirk.

"So much beauty," he mused. "and yet you have a death wish."

"Alright, alright enough of that," Gloria said with a wave of her hands. She stood between the hybrid and her friend. She reached down under the bar top. There was the sound of the fridge opening and then she set four bags of chilled blood on the counter. She nodded to Rebekah as she did so.

His sister flashed to the counter and ripped into the first bag. She sighed in bliss as she drank.

Gloria waited as the blonde devoured bag after bag. By the last one, she pulled away, skin flushed and licking the blood from her lips.

"Well Gloria, I've brought my darling sister," said Niklaus though his eyes never left the unnamed woman the witch was protecting. Elijah could see the intrigue in his brother's blue eyes.

"I noticed," Gloria was tense as she spoke. "But we're missing what we need."

The three male vampires frowned as they looked between Rebekah and Gloria. The witch looked at his sister and Elijah couldn't help but voice his question.

"What are we missing?"

"Where's your necklace, Rebekah?" Gloria questioned. His sister pursed her lips in thought, trying to remember.

"I gave it…" she paused and then turned her gaze to Stefan. "to Stefan. As a memento."