Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire Diaries or the Originals, but I do own my OCs.

Summary: Blair has been on the run for 400 years, trying to escape her past. She never stays in once place long enough, but she finds herself drawn to New Orleans and it is there that she meets the Originals. She soon finds herself drawn into their drama and ends up connecting with the Noble Original, Elijah Mikaelson.

Warning: This story will follow some of the canon, but not all if it, there will be changes along the way. Also, I will only be doing the first two seasons of the Originals but that is because of personal preference. I enjoyed the first two seasons but anything after that was just depressing so for that reason I won't be writing anything after season two.

Enjoy!

THE ORIGINALS

Running.

That was all Blair knew how to do. She had been running for a long time as she tried to escape from her past before it caught up with her. Blair never stayed in one place long enough to make connections with people – many had tried and failed. She felt as if it was easier for everyone if no one got close to her. It was a lonely life to lead but one that was necessary. At first, she had resented her situation and had tried to make connections, despite the situation but it always blew up in her face and then she had to run again. It was just easier to be on her own because then she didn't have to worry about anyone else other than herself. However, there were times she would meet people on the run and who were in similar situations to herself. Katherine Pierce was a woman Blair had met nearly 200 years ago and they had travelled together for nearly 60 years before splitting up. They had met by chance and then kept bumping into each other until they decided to travel together. Blair hadn't liked Katherine at first, she thought her to be shallow and rude. But, Blair found herself charmed by the woman and thought her to be refreshing to all the other people she had met over time. She had never met someone like Katherine before and she soon became a dear friend. Blair could sympathise with her because of how similar their pasts were and it was something they had bonded over. However, other than Katherine, Blair wouldn't say she had many friends. She wasn't allowed to speak with her old friends so they had more than likely forgotten about her.

One of the upsides of her situation was that she got to see the world. After being trapped inside for many years, she had craved freedom and she now had it. It wasn't how she would have liked it, but in Blair's eyes, it was better than nothing. Blair had been to many places, but England, Japan and France had been her favourites and she would love to visit them again if she could. She had seen the most beautiful hidden treasures but she had also seen the ugliest and horrible parts of the world. For 400 years, Blair had never stepped foot in America but she knew that it was time for a change. She needed to be unpredictable and never create a pattern because that is how people got caught. Blair had already decided that she would pick a place at random and go there – that's how she ended up in half the places she did. Blair had picked up a knife and threw it at a map of America, deciding that wherever it landed, she would head to next.

And New Orleans was the next destination.

Blair arrived in New Orleans around midnight. Blair always preferred to travel at night because fewer eyes were watching her. However, there would be occasions when she would travel in the day, just to mix things up. She could never be predictable.

On her arrival, Blair was happy to see crowds of people, all partying away with loud music playing. Seeing as they were distracted, Blair had made her way to the nearest hotel and managed to snag herself a room, curtesy of her magic. The human at the reception desk didn't even notice her take a key and sign herself in. Her magic made sure that no one would even notice anything wrong with a new name appearing out of nowhere. Blair silently laughed to herself as she walked into her temporary room, humans were so gullible. Blair looked around her room, it wasn't much, but it would do for now since she didn't plan on being there for long. She had stayed in worse places before and so it didn't bother her anymore, and besides, there wasn't anything that she couldn't fix with magic.

Blair moved her suitcase further into the room and set it by the bed. Her suitcase contained everything she would need. She had called odd for having a suitcase on the run, but Blair liked her things and she could be materialistic when she wanted to – that was something Katherina had understood. Looking around the room once more, she noticed a mirror that hung on the door. Blair hardly looked in a mirror anymore as she was more preoccupied with other things going on her life.

She was beautiful by human standards. She wasn't blind, and even with her glamour in place, she was what humans would describe as pretty. In this glamour, Blair was an average height, her pale skin was smooth and she was curvy in the right places. Blair had long brown hair that reached her hips and her eyes were a light blue colour. She was wearing dark blue skinny jeans with black heeled ankle boots, a black crop top with a black leather jacket. Blair felt happy with her appearance this time around, she felt it was more her. She liked to change her glamour with every place she went to keep herself hidden. She tried to make sure she didn't look the same. In some places, she could be a man, other places she could be an old woman. It all depended on what she was feeling that day but she liked this glamour and planned to keep it for her stay in New Orleans.

Feeling happy with her appearance, Blair left the room, locking her door with magic. This way, no one could enter her room without her permission and it was very unlikely she would ever grant it.

The first thing Blair did was find a bar, feeling parched after a long day of travelling. She soon found Rousseau's, noticing that it wasn't very busy. A few people were playing at the pool table and the darts board, and only one other person sitting at the bar. However, Blair paid this no mind, ordering a rum and coke before choosing to sit at a booth in the back of the room.

After a few minutes of sitting alone, a woman sat down adjacent Blair, one that she recognised. "What are you doing out of your cage, Chloe?" Blair said, unimpressed that someone was interrupting her drinking. She wanted to watch people for a while longer, but it seemed as if she wasn't going to be allowed this.

Chloe was a tall woman with dark smooth skin. She had short dark hair with brown eyes, staring at Blair with an equally unimpressed look. "I see you're still alive then,"

"No thanks to my own kind," Blair sneered while rolling her eyes.

Chloe frowned and sent her a pointed glare, "You know why we couldn't help,"

"Doesn't make it hurt any less," Blair said while taking a sip of her drink, enjoying the coconut rum. She was always partial to a rum and coke, particularly a Malibu and coke. After so many years, Blair found that alcohol could numb some of her pain after being abandoned by her own kind. But it would always come back to haunt her in her nightmares.

Chloe fell silent, knowing that nothing could be said to make the situation better.

Blair placed her glass down on the table, "What do you want? Has she sent you on a mission or something?" Blair knew that the quicker she found out why Chloe was there in the first place, the quicker she would leave Blair in peace. They were hardly ever let out in the first place because it was far too dangerous for them, especially with how many Vampires there were in New Orleans. It was weird there were so many Vampires, but Blair chose to ignore it as she didn't want to get involved with anything.

Peeking around the room, Chloe leaned in closer. "Rumours are going around within our community, rumours that the Hybrid got a Wolf girl pregnant,"

For a moment, Blair didn't react. She knew exactly who they were talking about. Katherine had told her all about Klaus Mikaelson and him wanting to break the curse – including wanting to use Katherine's blood to do so. As far as Blair knew, Klaus had managed to break the curse on himself by using another Doppelganger and now he was both a Werewolf and a Vampire that could shift at will. This had been a very big thing that shook the supernatural community and Werewolves hid in fear of him. However, the pregnancy was something she wasn't expecting. Instead of reacting, Blair took another swig of her drink, "And this includes me because?" She asked, arching a brow at the woman before her.

"The Queen is asking for your help," Chloe said, moving away from Blair.

Blair clenched her jaw and her eyes flashed purple in anger. Chloe looked away, knowing that this would anger Blair. Even just a slight mention of the Queen sent Blair reeling. Blair's grip of the glass became so tight it nearly broke the glass, not that she cared at that moment. "You can tell that woman, that she can get off her fat arse and do it herself," Blair hissed lowly, her eyes blazing in anger. The Queen dared to ask for her help when the Queen offered no assistance when Blair was in trouble. As far as she was concerned, the Queen could rot in her forest and Blair wouldn't care.

"You can't stay that!" Chloe hissed in astonishment. She glanced nervously around the room before looking back to Blair, "You know she can't risk any of us coming out. She was risking so much by sending me here in the first place."

Blair smiled sarcastically, "And I'm not at risk?"

Chloe shook her head and her shoulders slumped in defeat, knowing that she couldn't argue with that. "She just wants you to keep an eye on the Wolf girl. Report anything back to us. This child is new – nothing we have ever seen before. We don't know what it is capable off and it scares the Queen,"

Blair rolled her eyes, "Everything scares her. Besides, it doesn't matter anyway. I am not going to be here long. I can never stay in one place long, remember?" She sent Chloe a pointed look as if reminding her of the situation.

Chloe winced at her words, knowing them to be true.

Having enough, Blair easily downed the rest of the drink and stood up. "Tell the Queen to kiss my arse," With that, Blair walked out of the bar, needing some fresh air to calm herself down.

Chloe watched Blair leave, her eyes glazed over in sadness.

Blair walked down the street, her heels echoing as they hit the stone ground. Her hands were in her leather jacket and she was breathing deeply. She was trying to calm herself and stop this burning fury that was inside her. Blair had been on the run for 400 years, and not once had anyone from her community got in contact with her, but now the moment they needed something, they sent Chloe. Blair thought it to be a low blow since Chloe had been her friend growing up. The Queen had known what she was doing by sending Chloe. If it had been anyone else, Blair wouldn't have even spoken to them and just left the bar. However, Blair couldn't help but feel slighted by her friend of many years and that hurt her.

The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end and this snapped Blair out of her daze. There were three sets of footsteps behind her. Blair instantly knew that she was being followed and she looked around. There was still a group of people dancing away in the street. Glancing around, Blair knew that she needed to lose whoever was following her so they didn't know where she was staying. Her first instinct was to run, but she decided to kill two birds with one stone. Get rid of the stalkers and also get rid of her anger. Now, Blair just needed to make sure there were no witnesses to what she was about to do.

With a plan in mind, Blair sharply turned right into the next alleyway and walked down it. She stopped when she was about halfway into the alleyway and stayed there. She listened to the footsteps following behind her, and then they stopped. Blair turned around, "Not very nice to follow a lady," She said, her eyes watching the three people in front of her. They were blocking the exit – not that it mattered. Blair looked at each of the men and could instantly tell that they were Vampires. Blair mentally cursed at this, knowing that the scent blocker had worn off and she needed to reapply quickly.

"But you smell so delicious," The first man answered, black veins flickering underneath his eyes, his thirst evident. As he spoke, his fangs began to show and he seemed to crouch slightly, ready to attack at a moment's notice.

"Yeah, we just want a bite," The second man said, the black veins also prominent.

Blair glared at them before smirking. "Then come and get me," As she spoke, she took her hands out from her leather jacket.

The first man charged, appearing in front of her so quickly it would have thrown off a human. But Blair wasn't human and she had been expecting this. She raised her right hand and clenched her fist, watching as her magic worked. The Vampire crumped to the ground, gasping in pain, placing a hand over his head. Blair felt a presence behind her and she flicked her left hand, causing the second man to fall to the ground, hard. Blair clenched her left hand and the first man grunted in pain. Blair looked at the third Vampire, the one who hadn't said anything, "Are you going to try anything?" She asked, arching a brow at him.

The Vampire shook his head, fear in his eyes.

"Smart boy," Blair said, walking over to the Vampire, "What's your name?" Her hands were still clenched, not minding the two Vampires in pain on the ground.

"R-Ryan." The Vampire whispered lowly, fear in his eyes. Ryan was young – very young. Blair wouldn't have placed him any older than sixteen.

Blair watched him for a moment before relaxing her hands, "You saw nothing," She said, waving a hand over his head and watched as Ryan crumpled to the ground, her magic taking effect. Now, Ryan would not remember her at all. Blair looked at the other two Vampires on the ground and saw that they were unconscious. Satisfied with her work, Blair walked away, heading back to her hotel.

Luckily, Blair made it back to the hotel without any further incidents. Once inside, she magically locked the doors and the windows twice, just to be safe. Blair mentally cursed herself as she dived for her suitcase, looking for her perfume. Finding the medium-sized blue bottle, Blair sprayed her neck and wrists, rubbing the insides of her wrists together. Once happy with the application, Blair relaxed on the slightly lumpy bed and sighed in relief.

Blair knew that she should have been more vigilant – she was in Vampire territory. Usually, Blair wouldn't have even entered the same areas Vampires stayed but she felt confident that the Hunter wouldn't know where she was. The Hunter would never expect her to willingly enter Vampire territory and neither would he. Blair knew the risk, she knew that the scent of her blood was irresistible to Vampires and that's why she had sought out the help of a Witch that owed her a favour from long ago. Blair had saved one of the Witches from death, and so the line owed her a debt and she had come to collect. A Witch had made her this perfume to protect her as it would hide her scent from all Vampires. It just needed to be applied every eight hours and then she would be fine. But, there were times where her mind would be preoccupied and things like that would happen.

Deciding that she had enough excitement for one day, Blair changed into a large white t-shirt that hung off her shoulder and a pair of panties. Blair pulled the duvet over herself and let her body relax, her mind wandering off as she fell asleep.

THE ORIGINALS

Davina paid no mind to anything around her, painting the canvas in front of her in bright colours, soft music playing in the background. It was late, but she didn't mind. Davina couldn't sleep anyway and she needed something to keep her mind occupied about the fact she was in an attic and the Witch community was after her. She was so absorbed in her work that she didn't notice Marcel was stood at the doorway.

Marcel watched Davina, affection in his eyes as he smiled. He enjoyed watching her work as she seemed to really adore her art, reminding her of a certain someone. But he knew he needed to interrupt her sooner than later. "I could be condescending and ask why you're not in bed, young lady," Marcel said, a playful smirk on his face. He knew how much Davina hated being treated like a child, but he couldn't help himself.

Davina jumped slightly, not expecting Marcel to appear tonight. She turned to him and smiled, "I couldn't sleep," She said simply before turning back to her art. There were nights that she just couldn't sleep and she would spend them drawing. Art soothed her and it was her little escape when things became too much.

Saying nothing, Marcel walked further into the room to look at Davina's artwork. He had been expecting to see a face, but instead, he saw a landscape of fields. "It's impressive," He complimented, hiding his disappointment.

"It's not finished," Davina quipped back.

Marcel watched Davina for a moment, instantly knowing that Davina had no idea about someone using magic in the Quarter, otherwise she would have told him. Davina always told him if someone had used magic and would draw up their faces, just like she had done with Jane-Anne Deveraux. This was how he controlled the Witches in New Orleans and she had never been wrong yet.

"Someone used magic in the Quarter today," Marcel said, after a beat of silence.

Davina immediately stopped drawing, "What?" She turned to look at Marcel, her eyes widened by the news. She thought she had misheard him for a moment, but the serious look in his dark eyes made her realise she hadn't.

Marcel looked at her, "Someone took down three of my guys. Knocked them unconscious and wiped their memories clean. They don't know what or who did it, but it seems like magic." He was hoping that maybe Davina knew something about this. He knew that Davina would always draw who it was, or say a name. But it seemed as though she had no idea about this attack.

"I-I didn't sense anything!" Davina exclaimed, worry in her eyes. Usually, she could feel when someone used magic and she had never been wrong before. She had been helping Marcel keep the Witches under control for months – she was his secret weapon.

Marcel placed a hand on her shoulder to comfort her, "Hey, it is okay. Maybe it wasn't a Witch if you didn't sense it," He wasn't even certain it was a Witch, it could have been another Vampire for all he knew. His guys didn't remember what happened but Marcel was certain that magic was involved, one way or another.

Davian slowly calmed down, "Yeah, maybe it was something else. I'll keep an eye out." Davina said, determined to make sure that if it was a Witch using their magic, they would get caught.

"And any news on our guest?" Marcel asked, looking at the coffin a few feet away. Inside contained Elijah's desiccated body that Klaus had gifted him. He had asked Davina to find a way to kill an Original because there was no way he trusted Klaus.

Davina looked at the coffin. "I am still looking. It would be easier if I had a grimoire…" The French Quarter Witches had many grimoire, but she didn't have access to them at the moment. If she did, then Davina was sure that she would find a spell to fight against the Originals. Instead, she had taken to researching out of books, but they weren't yielding many results.

Marcel sighed, "I know. But no Witch is willing to share one. I am looking for one," Davina had been asking him for a grimoire for a while and he had yet to deliver. No Witch was willing to part with their grimoire and had taken to hiding them because he was asking.

"I know," Davina said, turning back to her drawing.

Seeing this as his queue to leave, Marcel left the attic with one last glance at Davina before he was gone.

Once alone, Davina stopped drawing. She looked around the attic, a sense of loneliness filling her. For months she had been hidden away – to keep her safe from the Witches – but she couldn't help but miss some of the younger Witches, the ones that used to be her friend before they were sacrificed for the Harvest.

THE ORIGINALS

Klaus strolled into the plantation mansion with a devious smirk on his face. "Darlings, I'm home!" He exclaimed, a slight spring in his step with the news he had. He had spent the day with Marcel, trying to find the creature that had knocked three of Marcel's guys out. Marcel didn't fully trust Klaus, but after Klaus had given his blood to cure one of his lackeys, Marcel has been a bit nicer. However, they couldn't find the creature responsible. It hadn't been a Witch because Marcel's little weapon hadn't sensed anything, but the magic had been involved, that was something Klaus was certain about. He had felt the magic in the air when he and Marcel visited the alley the attack took place, not that Klaus shared this observation with Marcel.

Rebekah appeared in front of him, looking unimpressed. "Have you found Elijah?" She demanded. She had spent her day looking around, trying to remember the location of Elijah's body only to find nothing.

"Better," Klaus answered with ease, the smirk growing bigger as he spoke. "Someone used magic in the Quarter today, and Marcel had no idea." This news has surprised Klaus and had made him extremely curious. Marcel was supposed to have an iron tight grip on New Orleans, but that had slipped slightly and so Marcel was not happy. Whatever made Marcel unhappy, made Klaus very happy.

Rebekah crossed her arms over her chest, "And how does that bloody help us?"

Klaus rolled his eyes at his sister's attitude and lack of vision. "Marcel didn't know, which means that person can use magic. This means, we can use them to find Elijah," They knew exactly who Marcel's secret weapon was – a Witch. But Klaus couldn't get any Witch to use magic because they were too fearful of getting caught. But, if they had someone who couldn't be detected, then they could find Elijah.

"How can we even be certain it was magic that was used?" Rebekah asked, still not convinced with this idea. She had heard about the attack, and if Davina hadn't been able to sense any magic, it was a possibility that the attacker hadn't used magic at all. They could have been a Vampire or even a Werewolf. Klaus had demanded to know if it had been her who attacked the three Vampires, but Rebekah had adamantly denied the accusations. She had made her entrance into New Orleans and she didn't need to draw any more unnecessary attention onto herself when she was supposedly babysitting Hayley.

Rolling his eyes, Klaus walked over to his sister, "Because, the creature that used magic was a Fae." The Fae had not been sighted in over 800 years and most thought them to be extinct, so to sense a Fae in such a large city was an exciting prospect. Klaus had to find that Fae before anyone else did.

Rebekah's eyes brightened at the news that they found a way to help Elijah. "We need to find them, now."

"We will, love. We will." Klaus answered, a calculating gleam in his eyes.