It was the first full moon afterwards that I realized what I was. I transformed into a wolf. The unfortunate part was that my clothing was completely destroyed and I was in the middle of the woods. Even though I was a witch, I did not possess the ability to fabricate clothing out of thin air. I would have to find someone to give me some. I still felt hungry and I smelled blood. The was blood on my face. I was a monster. I had heard stories of the demons that fed on blood, but never of anything like me.
I decided that I would have two missions in my life. I needed to find out who the man that killed me was and I also needed to find Katerina. I didn't have any other family left, so I would have to make it to England to see if I could find my sister. It was a little bit easier said than done because I had way of traveling to England. The first thing that I needed to do was find some clothing. I went into the nearest village and people were a little bit shocked by my nudity. Fortunately, I was able to find a mother and daughter that was willing to help me. Though, neither of them looked like anyone I had ever seen before. Their eyes were a different shape than anyone else's. One thing that I realized was that if I was going to go to England, I would have to learn to speak English. Fortunately for me, both of them spoke Bulgarian.
"So how did you manage to wind up all alone without any clothing?" The woman asked. I knew that I shouldn't tell the truth. Father always told me to keep what I was a secret.
"I don't know." I lied. "Can I ask you something. Do either of you speak English by any chance? I need to learn the language."
"I can teach you." The girl replied. "But first you'll have to tell us your name."
"My name is Aleksandra." I declared.
"My name is Annabelle and this is my mother Pearl." She retorted.
I later learned that Annabelle and her mother were like me in that they craved blood the same way that I did. However, unlike me they were unable to walk during the sunlight. They managed to teach me English and I went on my way to find Katerina. They also taught me another trick. Apparently, I could look people in the eye and if they were human and not under the influence of a plant called vervain, I could make them do or believe whatever I wanted them to.
Eventually, I made my way to England to see if I could find my sister. While I didn't even know if she was still alive, I wanted to have the feeling of hope that she was. At the very least, I needed to tell her of our parents' death.
Unfortunately, I never did find her. I made my way to England and she was nowhere to be found. I recognized that England was a large island, but I had no clue where to find her. I remembered that my father told me of a way to locate someone using magic, but he had not taught me that spell. I would have to see if I could find another witch and I had no idea how to do that.
I also found out that my body was no longer aging. It was apparently part of being a vampire. I couldn't help but wonder if I was cursed to continue roaming aimlessly. Would I always be alone? There didn't seem to be anyone else like me.
It was sixteen years before I found who I was looking for…or so I thought.
I was in Italy when I noticed a familiar face. It was Katerina.
"Katerina." I said to her as I went over to her and touched her. She looked just like her.
"Who are you?" She asked in Italian. I had since learned most of the languages of Europe, so I could understand her. She looked confused when she saw me.
"Don't you remember me, I'm your sister Aleksandra." I replied.
"I don't not know you. You seem to have me confused for someone else." She declared.
"Do not lie to me. I want you to tell me who you are." I compelled.
"My name is Bianca di Fiume" She stated mindlessly. With that, I bit into her neck. She was not my sister but rather someone who looked just like her. I drank her blood until she was dead because I did not want to see her anymore. I did not want to see anyone who wore my sister's face.
After fifty years, I just decided to stop searching for my sister. I was fairly certain that she was dead anyway. Apparently, there were other girls who looked like her, and I killed every one of them. I decided to focus my energy on finding the man who had killed me. I saw him drinking my mother's blood, so I knew that he was similar to me.
I was in Germany when I found out the name for the girls who looked like my sister: doppelganger. It was supposed to be someone who was a supernatural occurrence that was made to look like someone from the past and it was unlikely that Katerina was the first one.
After several lonely decades, I decided that I should find something in my life that I enjoyed. It needed to be something that other people liked because maybe I could bond with others through shared interests.
What I found was music. I liked the sounds that instruments made and I also liked the melodic words. I wasn't satisfied by just hearing it though. I found that I needed to make music of my own. I went began to compose and went to the places where some of the most famous composers learned their music.
But what I found was that apparently woman didn't compose music and no one would play anything written by a woman. While I could have made them listen to my music and made them teach it, I decided that it would be best to let it go. Instead, I would remain anonymous in my compositions. It was probably for the best because I didn't really want to become famous for my compositions. I was just doing it because they brought me joy. I could have given them to someone else to play, but that would be too much hassle.
After a hundred years, I made my way to the new world. I needed a good way to get blood, and I still felt sexual urges, so I decided to open a brothel. I made a promise to myself that I would not harm the other woman there. They seemed to be mostly lost souls. One night, I didn't feel like being there, so I went to a tavern and started to sing a song that I wrote.
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
Well I've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And God I know I'm one
And God I know I'm one
And God I know I'm one
It was 1919 when I found out who the man who had killed me was. His name was Niklaus Mikaelson. His last known location was in New Orleans, where I had been a few hundred years ago. America was a very big country and I wanted to explore all of it. It was a country that had been through many silly wars, one that had just ended. I heard the city was run by vampires. I managed to find one to assist me.
"I need to speak to whoever is in charge." I stated.
"You can't go making requests like that, little girl." He told me. At that point, I grabbed him by the neck.
"I am much older than you think I am." I declared. "I can very easily kill you. Now tell me who is charge and I will spare your life. You have ten seconds."
"His name is Marcel." The man replied.
I went to find Marcel. He was an African-American man. He looked charming and approachable.
"You know it's not very often that people come to see me." He stated. "What can I do for you?"
"I am looking for Niklaus Mikaelson." I declared. "I've heard that he was last seen here. Can you tell me where to find him?"
"He was here, but I can't tell you where to find him because his father chased him off." He said.
"Damn it." I cursed. Why was I always too late when it came to finding people?
"You know, you look a lot like him." He commented. "In fact, I know those eyes anywhere. If I didn't know that it was impossible, I would say that you were his kid."
"Why would that be impossible?" I challenged. Yes, that would mean that my father wasn't my father, but it was a better explanation for what I was than anything I knew of.
"Because vampires aren't able to procreate." He declared. "At least that's what I've been told. If there is some sort one-in-one-million chance they can, I would say that he is your father."
So there's more exposition in this chapter. Aleksandra will make it to Mystic Falls in the next chapter. On the bright side, we got appearances from Anna, Pearl, and Marcel. I haven't decided who Aleksandra's love interest is yet. Obviously it won't be Elena or the Mikaelsons, but others are fair game. Please don't forget to review.