Chapter 1

I don't own Legacies, The Vampire Diaries or The Originals, they belong to Julie Plec (and whoever else). I just own Giulia and any other OC. I'm not making any profit from writing this.

This chapter isn't betaed, any mistakes are my own and English is definitely not my first language. Constructive criticism is much appreciated, flames are not.

My spells are the results of using Google Translate to translate from English to Latin so they're probably wrong.

Spells

(Translation) : when there's no translation beside a spell it's because it comes from The Vampire Diaries, The Originals or Legacies.

Thoughts

SATURDAY MAY 9th, 2009. NIGHT.

Giulia looked around and stood up from her crouched position. The Old Mill was empty and covered in dust, the glowing ruby necklace around her neck was the only source of light. Patiently, she waited for it to stop glowing, relieved that Penelope's magic worked.

None of the new witches, those born after the fall of the Other Side, appreciated the idea of their old relatives having a say in how they used their powers. Penelope had been the first to suggest that those 'old bitches' with their prejudices might not appreciate a siphoner - or anyone, really - messing with time, even to save the world.

Giulia was creeped out by the idea of ghosts watching her every move, but she hadn't really believed that it would actually happen. Especially not so soon. Though, they likely felt the power of the spell and wanted to investigate its source. Silently, she thanked her old friend for being so damn paranoid and making her a necklace to hide her from the ancestors' gazes.

She grabbed her pack and checked its contents: gold bars and precious gems, three changes of clothes, socks and underwear, her toiletries, her photo album, her cassette player, cassettes and a huge ass binder filled with pages and pages of information. Then there, at the very bottom, hidden in a small pocket was a tar black stone with a small white glow pulsing in its depths. Right beside it, the potion.

She looked away and closed the pack. She knew it was necessary, but…

She shook herself out of it and hardened her heart. She had to save the world; she really couldn't afford to be squeamish. Now, to find out if she was in the right time.

§§§

Giulia walked up the porch and rang the doorbell. Unsurprisingly, given how late it was, it took a while and several more rings before someone opened the door. A middle-aged man with brown hair going grey at the temples and murky blue eyes opened the door.

"Yes?" he asked.

Her left hand grabbed the labradorite in her pocket, siphoning the magic in it. "Hi!" she waved with her right hand and a jet of yellow light hit him straight in the face. "Are you alone?" she asked.

"Yes," he said in a monotone.

"Are you expecting anyone to come by today?"

"No." he said.

"Tell me the full date of today." she demanded.

"It's Saturday, 9th of May, 2009."

"Thank you," with another wave of her hand, she cancelled the spell. She kept talking as if the whole conversation hadn't happened, "I'm Giulia, I'm new in town. Is this the Salvatore boarding house?"

"Zach Salvatore," he offered, unaware of the spell she'd cast, "I'm sorry, but we're not a boarding house anymore."

"Oh," she pouted, "that's too bad. Are there any motels nearby I could stay at?"

"No," he peered over her shoulder into the driveway, "how did you get here?"

She shrugged, "I was hitchhiking and the guy drove me here and left me a way down the road. Obviously, he didn't know this wasn't a boarding house anymore."

He raised a brow, "Hitchhiking?"

"Yep," she popped the 'p' for emphasis, "Could I maybe stay the night? I promise to be out of your hair by morning." She hastily grabbed several dollars from her trousers pocket, and offered them to him, "I can pay."

He looked at her for a while then shrugged, "Sure." He turned around and left, leaving the door open.

Giulia smirked, Smart guy, testing if I'm a vampire. Without hesitation, she stepped past the threshold and into the house.

§§§

"Somnus (Sleep)." She cast on the sleeping form of Zach Salvatore.

The spell would work for four hours on a human, more than enough time. She calmly walked down the stairs and to the basement, past the cells, to the wall at the end of the corridor.

"Aperire (Open)." she said, laying a hand on the wall and the labradorite in the other.

The wall slid to the side showing a set of stairs leading down into the tunnels beneath Mystic Falls. She summoned a sphere of light above her palm and walked along the tunnel, until it opened up into a bigger passageway where she remembered the Blood Fountain standing. It wasn't there in this time, the place was empty.

She left the light-sphere to float in the air and crouched down, laying her palm on the ground, "Sebastian adducere longitudini sarcophagi scriptor ventus urens (Bring Sebastian's coffin forwards)." The earth beneath her feet trembled as it parted to show his coffin. With a wave of her hand, it opened, showing the greying skin of the desiccated vampire.

Giulia didn't have a real opinion on Sebastian, he was a good fighter and had a morbid sense of humour. They weren't friends, he spent too much time with Lizzie Saltzman for them to be, but she didn't dislike him. Penelope, on the other hand, absolutely hated him. He was too useful back then - will have been... damn time travel! - but here he was useless.

Personally, Giulia believed Penelope hated Sebastian so much because he'd managed to save his witch. It wasn't the vampire's fault that his girlfriend had a psychotic break and murdered her own twin. Sure, he'd spent weeks turning Lizzie against Josie, but no one could've predicted that. Sebastian just wanted his girlfriend to agree to being turned before the Merge.

He wanted her to live, to have forever with him. Penelope had wanted the same thing, but she'd given up on fighting for Josie, Sebastian hadn't. Worse still in Penny's eyes, Sebastian protected Lizzie. Always and from everything.

It was easier to hate Sebastian, to blame him for 'manipulating' her than it was to hate Elizabeth. The girl had become a shadow of herself, she was borderline suicidal really. Still, a promise was a promise, and Sebastian was too much of a loose cannon to let him walk free, especially with no pretty Saltzman girl to distract him.

"Sorry Sebastian, I promised Penelope I'd kill you." She grabbed the black stone from her backpack and whispered to it: "Audire verba mea: caperetur animus, tua et exaudi me (listen to my words, captured soul, and let me hear yours)."

The glow hidden in the depth of the stone glowed brighter, turning the previously black stone a deep orange. "What do you think about possessing Sebastian's body after we're done? He's handsome and a vampire." She asked her friend.

Witch. Was the answer.

"You sure? They're not immortal." 'like you' she wanted to add.

Might be nice to age, be normal. Just a bit.

She shrugged, "Whatever you want, it's your body. Do you want to stay awake?"

No. Hate it here if you're not talking.

Giulia frowned, "I'm sorry."

My choice. He whispered.

Giulia smiled sadly and pressed a kiss to the stone, "Goodnight brother," she whispered, "Somnum cepit animum nisi renovare (Go to sleep, captured soul, until I call again)." The glow receded once again.

She placed the now black stone in her bag and with a wave of her hand, broke off a piece of the coffin and turned it into a stake. A quick hand gesture plunged it down, straight into Sebastian's chest.

"Motus," she levitated his corpse out of the coffin and laid him down beside the grave.

"Et revertetur ad terram (Return the earth)" and the grave was filled, the earth levelled, erasing all traces of what had happened. A non-verbal spell turned the wood of the coffin into soil and into the filled hole it went.

"Ignalusa," a stream of fire shot out from her mouth, her cupped hands directing the stream of fire. The magical flames turned the body to ashes in seconds.

Giulia walked back up to the basement, the passage closing behind her.

§§§

SUNDAY MAY 10th, 2009. DAY.

The next morning, Giulia offered to make coffee for Zach as a thank you since he refused her money and she poured the small vial of potion in his cup. It was a single dose, prepared especially for him.

She watched out of the corner of her eye as he drank the brew, sipping from her own mug. She watched as his face lost all expression and his eyes flashed as green as hers for a second. They looked empty now, like a doll's.

Gulping, she ordered him to kneel and watched as he did so without hesitation. Well, it works, she thought, breathless with nausea.

Thankfully for her peace of mind, the potion was almost impossible to brew. It required months of preparation and the ingredients had been hard to find even before the end of the supernatural world. It required ingredients from various species, many of which were thought to not exist before the humans started capturing them. Plus, it hadn't been invented yet and likely never would.

The potion turned the drinker into a slave, entirely subject to the will of whoever put their blood in the potion. In this case: her.

Zach had been chosen after years of planning: he was from a respectable family, but a loner, so any weird behaviour would go unremarked, he had an in with the Council and later the Mystic gang itself through his Uncles, he had enough money to comfortably support both of them and, what really sealed the deal, he had no family or friends who would be particularly suspicious of a daughter popping out of the blue. He'd been single for so long that no one would bat an eye at the idea that one of his discreet one-night stands had come back to bite him.

"Stand," she ordered the man. He stood silently, face expressionless. "Eat your breakfast. Do you have anything to do today? Any visitors?"

She waited for him to answer, but he just sat down and started eating his omelette. She cursed as she remembered that he'd only respond to orders so she demanded he answer her.

"No." he answered in a monotone.

"You'll behave as you normally would unless I tell you otherwise. You'll believe I'm your daughter from a one-night stand and that you're driving me to grab my things since I'll start living with you. You're very happy to have a child. I'm a witch, you accept that and will keep it a secret. You won't try to baby me or nag, you'll act more like a roommate or an uncle rather than a father figure because you know I'm old and responsible enough to take care of myself. You will change your Will to include me, you will leave me the house but you can do whatever you want with the rest. Understood?"

"Yes," he answered.

Just to be safe, Giulia had him repeat everything back. Perfect.