Soulmate AU, Poly, Brothers/OFC, Freya/OFC and Bekah/OMC. Fair warning; I like to throw canon out and do my own thing. Major canon divergence. I know very little about events after TVD S5 and TO S2 (writers pissed me off.) DARK!FIX-IT FIC… this is a redemption, but not like… everyone's gonna be moral good guys at the end, ya know? The OC's are just as bad as them, that's why they're soulmates. THEY GONNA RULE THE WORLD. *cough* So yeah, this won't follow the show(s). Everything you recognize doesn't belong to me because, let's face it, the writers/producers of this shit are far more successful than I'll ever be, lol. We're starting out around Dangerous Liaisons, for obvious reasons, but canon is gonna get yeeted pretty fast. I'll try to make sure there are Trigger Warnings before chapters with possible triggers.

Part I

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Finn

Nine hundred years.

He stood in a meadow, not far from the land his family had settled long ago, fingers trailing across the soft yellow petals of a dandelion he'd plucked. Finn could no longer feel the heat of the sun the same as he had when he was a young lad, yet the lack of feeling diminished nothing of the warmth that seeped into his soul being surrounded by nature.

Everything seemed magnified- more so than it had when he'd first breathed as a vampire. The pinks, purples, golds, and greens of the meadow almost hurt his eyes but he couldn't bring himself to look away, to shield himself in any way. Finn didn't want to close his eyes. To see that vast darkness once again stretched around him, surrounded. Now that he was awake, had seen the splendor of the world and all that has become of it in his absence… Finn was overwhelmed.

He'd been in a box whilst the world continued spinning. Aware of his entrapment but unable to change it. His hand clenched tightly, destroying the dandelion.

Niklaus.

An abomination, much like himself and the rest of their family. But Niklaus was a monster of his own making; something far more nasty than the rest of them. Something Finn and his mother would undo.

Dropping the dead weed to the ground, Finn grit his teeth and sped out of the meadow, toward the large estate Niklaus had built for their family.

He entered the house through the ostentatious front door, catching the end of an argument between Kol and Niklaus. He walked past his squabbling younger siblings and ascended the enormous double staircase toward his mother's new room.

He suppressed a sneer as he walked down the hall. Finn hated it, and not only the house. This pretentious, borderline regal lifestyle his hedonistic family had forcibly acquired. One thousand years of compelling their way through royal courts and dining with (or upon) aristocracy had deluded them into thinking that they, too, were above the laymen.

It was exactly this debaucherous behavior that proved they weren't. Proved they were lowborn, raised in squalor. Sure, they'd procured the means. Through compulsion. They'd acquired the attitude of high borns. Through proximity. But the only Mikaelson with even a shred of actual nobility in thought and deed was Elijah.

And even then, the second eldest often forgot this modicum of morality whenever it suited his goals.

"Welcome back." Esther greeted with a small smile. She stood by the window, speaking with Elijah.

Elijah glanced at his elder brother with a half-smile, as though he wasn't certain he should be pleased to see Finn at all. "Mother and I were just discussing who should be invited to this evenings ball, do you have any suggestions?"

Finn opened his mouth to say he'd rather very few were invited, but was cut off when Kol flounced in, looking pleased with himself.

"Every affluent family, be they human or supernatural, within sixty kilometers. As per Nik's orders." Kol said, throwing himself down on an ornate chair that sat near Esther's door. The youngest brother raised his brows and grinned cheekily at Elijah. "He's already sent his little minions with the invitations. Bit slow today, aren't you brother?"

Ignoring Kol, Elijah turned back to Esther. "It seems my work has been done for me. Rebekah is procuring decorations, I'll see to the caterers." He nodded to their mother, fixed his suit jacket, and walked out without a second glance to his brothers.

"Poor Elijah. Seems offended, doesn't he?" Kol laughed.

Finn pursed his lips at Kol. Together his siblings had sired thousands of others like them. Polluting the world with this abominable scourge that feasted on the living and left nothing but destruction in their wake.

Finn shared a small look with his mother as Kol disappeared after Elijah. No doubt to stir up mayhem, as Kol was won't to do.

A slight twinge of regret flickered between Esther and Finn. If only their family could learn to behave. To care for the impact they had on the world. Then perhaps things could have been different.

But they hadn't. They'd murdered and deceived their way to this half-life they lived. Esther and Finn couldn't let it continue.

Isolde

"Okay, cool. Fuck me, I guess." Isolde scowled, fist planted on one hip, eyebrows raised in annoyance at the scene before her. Two blank stares met her glare and she threw the dish towel she was clutching to the floor. "I worked so hard to put this dinner together and now there's a goddamned burned up dead body on my freshly waxed living room floor. And, to add insult to injury you've destroyed an antique chair I've had since the French Revolution!"

Her brother, Theon, smirked from his spot on the hardwood and cackled. He yanked the chair leg he'd used as a stake from the now permanently dead vampire's chest with a chuckle. Raising a sarcastic brow as he wiped his hands off on his jeans and stood.

"If you'd just listened and sent him away when I told you he was no good for you we wouldn't even be having this conversation." Vera, Theon's twin, snarked from where she was crouched beside the dead man.

Isolde threw her hands in the air. "Two months," she shrieked, "we'd only been seeing each other for two months. It's not like it was going to be an eternal commitment."

"Yet you invited him to a family dinner?" Cue Theon's sardonic scowl. "You're lucky we took care of him before Emeric showed up, unless of course you invited him because you wanted us to kill him," Theo said, then nodded to the desiccate man and glanced at Vera, "you're better at removal."

Heaving a sigh, Vera mumbled something under her breath and waved her hand to remove the corpse. The vampire vanished, likely now deep in Isolde's vast gardens while Vera scowled at Theo. "You could've done that just as easily, prick." She glanced back at Isolde.

Isolde stared at the ground for a moment, willing herself to feel something other than minor irritation. Nope, nothing. The vampire's name had been William, he was just under a half a century old so he probably wasn't well connected. She'd just been looking for some fun to fill the time, it wasn't like she was overly attached.

He'd been somewhat clingy, too. Now that she thought about it. Maybe she had wanted her siblings to kill him. Save her the trouble.

Isolde didn't like to feel guilty, she knew that about herself. It's entirely plausible she'd invited William so someone else could handle it for her. That's shitty of her, now that she thought about.

She heaved a sigh and plucked the dish towel from the floor, hearing the oven beep. "I swear there's been some kind of role reversal here," she pointed an accusatory finger between the twins, "Y'all are the younger siblings. I'm supposed to be the overprotective one. When did this get backwards?"

"About two millenia ago." Theo deadpanned, following his older sister into the kitchen. The chair he pulled out from the table made a nasty screech against the hardwood that made Isolde flinch before he took a seat. "During the Nero phase… or was it after that whole Tristan fiasco?"

"Ah." Isolde tapped her temple, a small squeeze in her chest hearing her old lover's name. Flashes of his death; a glint of silver- the business end of a lance, but nothing more. It was so long ago, now. She opened the oven with her other hand. "It's coming back to me."

"And you're not the oldest, middle-child ," Vera scoffed and Isolde could just feel the youngest's eye roll aimed at her back, another chair screech told her Vera had taken the seat opposite Theon.

Isolde threw her sister a smirk, plating the roast she'd made. "Emeric's not here right now, so I'm currently the oldest. And beside that Emeric and I are the two oldest, you're the two youngest."

"That's now how it works," Vera snarked, fiddling with a dinner knife, "Emeric is the oldest, you and Theon are the middle children and I'm the baby. Can't have two oldest and two youngest."

"Why are we having this conversation?" Theon groaned, rubbing his hands over his face from where he sat, elbows on the table. "Dinner smells delicious by the way."

Isolde took a deep breath, the lemon roasted chicken looked and smelt great. She'd really outdone herself. "Thanks, will someone call Em and see if he's almost here?"

"No need." Vera said. "I just felt someone supernatural cross the boundary."

"Someone doesn't mean it's Em, Vera." Theon scolded, pulling out his phone. He put it on speaker as a deep baritone greeted them.

"Hey, Theo. Sorry, I thought I could make it but I'm a bit preoccupied still. I got busy with work, missed my flight, and forgot to call."

Isolde huffed and set plates down in front of Theon and Vera with a loud clang. Some of the green bean casserole fell off Theon's plate and landed on his pant leg. His dark eyes flashed as he grimaced and glared at his older sister, who had already turned back to grab a pitcher of water from the refrigerator.

Through clenched teeth he responded to Emeric. "It's fine, no worries. Call next time, though. The girls miss you when you're not around… especially when we've decided to have a get together. I know it takes you much longer, but it takes Vera and I over two hours to get to Virginia." Vera handed him a napkin, which he snatched up quickly to get the food off himself.

"I know. I'm sorry. Sol's upset, I'm sure." Came Emeric's response.

Theon watched as Isolde yanked glasses out of the cabinet and aggressively filled them with ice and water. "Livid, I'd say. She'll get over it though. Probably doesn't help Vera and I staked her new fling a few minutes ago."

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here, asshole." Isolde grumbled, handing his glass to him and releasing it before he got a proper grip. Theon spilt some water on himself trying to catch the glass, but didn't drop it. He threw a triumphant look at his infuriated sister.

A sigh came over the line. "Good. A vampire? She's got the worst taste. You'd think after five thousand years… oh well. Sorry I can't make it. Tell Sol I'll take a few days off next month. We can do a family thing then, if you and Vera can make time."

Ignoring both of her brothers, Isolde mouthed to Vera she was going to check the door for the visitor. Trespasser? She wasn't sure.

"Will do. Let me know the dates and we'll make a plan."

Isolde rolled her eyes as she made her way through the kitchen and back toward the front of the house. The audacity of Emeric to miss his flight and forget to even call and let them know. It was always like this. Emeric was so overly productive that he rarely had time for family things. That's why she set up specific dates months in advance for them to gather. He only actually made it maybe once per year. Which, okay, once per year for them is like a mortal family spending every holiday together. Still, though.

They were all each other had.

Well. Theon had Vera and vice versa. They were inseparable. Not even five thousand years of life had dulled their bond and while Isolde was happy the twins would always have each other, she still felt a bit left out.

Okay, a lot left out.

And Emeric had always been aloof. He was five years older than her. Eleven years older than the twins. He'd been on a different stage of life their whole existence. But when they were mortals and their parents had died he'd taken care of them. Isolde had helped to the best of her ability but she was still only six when Theon and Vera were born. Emeric was less of an older brother and more of a father to the twins. And to Isolde he was the closest to her age and temperament. It hurt that he rarely came around.

In short, Isolde was alone a lot. And despite knowing her family loved her, she still missed them terribly in their absence.

As the intruder/visitor ascended the stairs to her home, Isolde opened the door. The young man, who moved like a vampire but smelt like a wolf, had wide eyes as he stumbled a bit on the top step. He was carrying a pristine envelope and looking like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world.

"Uh, sorry. Hi. I was just coming by to drop off this invitation." He awkwardly pushed the envelope into Isolde's hand with a blush. "Thanks."

Isolde watched the boy practically run off with an amused smirk. She had a reputation around Mystic Falls for being a recluse. Her home was built smack in the center of just over a hundred and twenty acres of land at the very edge of the county line. It took her over a half hour to get into town for groceries. She liked it that way, no nosy neighbors. And she didn't have to bother with any of the town's annoying bullshit. She'd lived here for decades and not even a stray Jehova's Witness had ever bothered her. Even PTA mom's avoided her in the grocery store.

She was the Boo Radley of Mystic Falls.

Stepping back into the house she closed the door and turned the invitation over.

"What's that?" Theon asked, fork full of food, as Isolde took her seat at the table next to Vera.

"An invitation. Dancing, drinks and celebration." Isolde tossed the invitation across the table. "Evidently the Original vampires are in town."

"The Mikaelson's? Did you know they were here?" Vera asked Isolde, making a grabby hand at her brother for the invitation. She flipped it over. "Short notice."

Theon snorted indelicately. "Intentional, I'd guess."

"I did know that the hybrid had been in and out of the town border. Decided I'd rather not investigate. We've avoided that particular branch of bloodline since Esther left Dahlia's coven and married that brutish Northman. I'd rather continue the streak if I'm being honest." Isolde shrugged, cutting into her chicken. She looked over to Vera. "As much as I like your former apprentice, I never really liked her sister. I doubt her brood is much better than she was."

"But why not go and enjoy the spectacle? They won't know who we are." Vera smirked conspiratorially while taking a small bite of potato. "I can just alter one of your gowns. I'm sure we can spruce up something in the attic for Theon."

Theon was nodding along with his twin and Isolde sighed, pulling a coin from her pocket.

"Heads we go, tails we stay?" The twins nodded and Isolde flipped it. She opened her palm and let out a string of curses.

Theon and Vera laughed happily and abandoned their plates, bounding up the stairs.