The Last Petrova

The Originals

 I blinked, unable to understand. I knew my family history from front to back... There had never been a mention of the name 'Petrova' before.

"Unlike what the rest of the world thinks, Helena, your father wasn't the Prince of the eastern lands. You see, three weeks prior to her marriage to your father, your mother had an affair with the king's gardener, Everett Petrova.

These words echoed throughout my mind as I stood still in shock. Was he telling the truth? I knew that my shock should be more focused on the 'human sacrifice' and 'doppelganger' part, but- if I was a child of the queen and her father's gardener... What did that make me? A bastard child?

"I still don't understand why you need me to give birth," I said, swallowing down my horror at this newfound information. "If you wish to use me as a sacrifice, why-" "Use you as a sacrifice?" Elijah said, raising his eyebrows. "Is that why you think you are here?" he asked sympathetically, yet with a hint of amusement in his eyes.

For some reason, this look angered me. "I don't know what to think!" I snapped. "You're not exactly giving me a straight answer, now are you?"

Elijah smiled at the floor. "But of course, your highness," he said, in a tone that suggested he was humoring an eight year old girl. He stood a little straighter, and turned towards me. "It is said that every five hundred years, a Petrova doppelganger will be born. The doppelganger is the one who will be used as sacrifice."

"Five hundred years?" I said in disbelief. "You're planning on waiting five hundred years for this specific descendant of mine to be born?" "Four hundred now, actually," Elijah corrected.

I ran a hand through my tangled hair in shock of what Elijah was saying. The Mikaelsons were, at the very least, one hundred years old. They were immune to the effects of time, they couldn't be killed... "What are you?" I asked in a shaky voice, afraid of what the answer would be.

"We're vampires... The Original Vampires," Elijah said softly.

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1920, Chicago

"The Original Vampires, love," I said as I gulped down another shot of scotch. "So you're, like, the first vampire- ever? Stefan asked, laughing drunkenly. "No, you bloody idiot, not me- Klaus and Rebekah, they're part of the Original Family," I explained, caressing Stefan's face with my hand.

"It's strange," he said, after having drunk several more glasses of alcohol. "What is?" I asked. "I could swear we've met before... No, that's not it, you remind me of someone," he said. "And who would that be?" I laughed. "An old girlfriend," he replied. "She died more than half a century ago, but... Her name was Katherine Pierce."

I froze. "Katherine Pierce?" I repeated. He nodded. "What's wrong?" he asked with a frown. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"It's nothing," I smiled. But in the back of my mind, a dangerous plan was growing... One that would finally help me escape, or get me killed. Either way, I was soon to be free of the Mikaelsons for good.

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Present Day

 "You look absolutely revolting. On the bright side, at least it's a step up from your usual looks," I say to Klaus, who has somehow managed to take over the body of a high school history teacher.

"Thank you, love. Now," he says, nodding his head towards the door, "What say you to a little family reunion?"

I frown, wondering what he means by this. I arrived in Virginia a couple hours ago, and while I was out buying new clothes and getting my rest after a long and tiring flight, one of Klaus's witches went ahead and placed Klaus's soul inside Alaric Saltzman, a teacher at the local high school. Apparently, he was in some way related to the latest Petrova doppelganger by marriage or something.

"What do you mean, family reunion? I thought you and Elijah weren't-" I stop speaking when I see the woman passed out on the ground. She has long brown hair like mine, and her wrists have been chained to the floor.

"Who did you kidnap this time?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Klaus smiles knowingly. "I have yet to abduct your great descendant, but in the meantime, I had another doppelganger delivered to me, to cheer up my spirits," he says in a sadistically amused voice.

"Doppelganger? What-" My face freezes in the realization that the woman chained up at my feet is my great grandmother... The legendary Katerina Petrova.