"Ugh." I groaned as I regained consciousness, my head was pounding.

"Hello there." A voice said, it sounded kind of familiar, like I had heard it before but only recently. "I was wondering when you would regain consciousness."

I opened my eyes, blinking against the brightness. "Where am I?"

"A farm house just outside of Richmond." The voice said.

I looked around as my eyes came into focus. I was laying on the couch of the parlor in the house I grew up in. "I know this room, but I haven't seen it in years. Why am I here?" I voiced our loud, really confused.

"I would like to know the answer to that question myself." The voice spoke again, as the owner of the voice came into sight.

I gasped, "Elijah Mikaelson?" What was he doing here? Why was my father here? I was missing something but I couldn't grasp it.

"You know who I am? Good, maybe we can get somewhere then. Can you tell me who you are?" He voiced, studying me intensely.

"I'm Estelle Malfoy." I replied. "I grew up here, but I don't remember why I'm here now. I haven't seen this place since I was five."

"A Malfoy, hmmm. Well that makes some sense it's a Malfoy's house, but it's not in your name."
Elijah replied.

"No, I'm guessing it's still in my mother's name." I moved to sit up, holding my head as I moved.

Elijah was by my side in a second, "Move carefully, I think you have a concussion, as well as temporary amnesia." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and helped me sit up.

"Just how much medical knowledge have you picked up over the years?" I asked him.

He gave me a little smile, "A bit here and there, I read. Do you feel up to talking, perhaps if you tell me a little about yourself, your memory will come back?"

I grinned, "Is that your way of trying to get information out of me?"

"Well, yes. I remember why I am here, but you don't and I want to know why you are here." He stated calmly.

I blinked owlishly. "We'll ask away, I'll answer what I can."

"You said you used to live here, when was this?"

"Hmm. I lived here for five years from the time I was born until I was five."

"Why did you leave?"

"My mother found her mate."

Elijah looked at me confused, "Her mate?"

"MmmHmm. He was a cold one and he turned her. We moved with him, and another couple l, my 'grandparents,'" I made quotation marks with my fingers, "to Texas."

"What happened then?" Elijah sat down on the edge of the couch facing me.

I leaned back into the couch. "When I was 10, we were attacked. Only my mother, my body guard and I survived."

"Your body guard?"

I smiled a little remembering Sanguini. He was my bright spot growing up. "Yeah, he was a close friend of my father's. He was my mother's body guard until she tried to kill me, then he switched his loyalty to me and became my bodyguard."

"Your mother tried to kill you?"

I shrugged, "More than once. The first time was when I turned 21, she didn't like that I wanted to move out. She had become paranoid and thought I was out to get her. She still tries every now and again. No big deal."

Elijah shook his head, "No big deal?"

I shrugged, "Eh, I moved out any way and avoid her."

"Hmm. How's your head?"

"Better, the pains gone."

"How about remembering why you were here?"

I shook my head, "Not yet. It must have been important though, I haven't been here in over 200 years."

Elijah stared at me. "Just how old are you? You said you left at 21, you look younger than 21" He asked in surprise.

"240. Forever 17." I replied, a smile playing on my lips, wondering if he was starting to put two and two together.

"240 years? How is that possible, when I got here you had a disillusionment charm on. I know your type of wizards and witches can live a long time but you said forever 17?"

I shrugged, as I stood up. I walked across the room, noticing all the windows were boarded up. There must have been a reason for that, something to do with blocking the sun, but the memory still slipped my grasp.

I turned and looked at Elijah, "That's because I stopped aging at 17, I'm half vampire. When I said 21, I meant my 21st year alive."

Elijah furrowed his brow, "How is that possible? Vampires can't procreate."

"Well, vampires can procreate with my type of witch, magic and all that. It's rare though, I've only read about it, never actually meeting anyone else." I stated softly, still waiting for him to catch on.

Then everything seemed to click for him. He vamp sped over to me and grasped my upper arms looking me straight in the eyes. "Who is your parents? Tell me the truth." He tried to compel me.

"I can't be compelled," I told him with a slight smirk. "Drove Nik crazy."

"My brother Nik?" His hands tightening on my arms.

"Yeap. I traveled with him for a while in the '20s and 30s. And no he knows nothing about my family." I looked my father in the eyes and sighed. "My mother is Maria Malfoy. My body guard was Sanguini, and you are my father. If I had veritaserum, I would take it and tell you the same thing."

Elijah stood there in shock, "What!?" He finally forced out.