Reborn as Esther Mikaelson • COMING SOON!

Prologue

Genevieve Carter was a relatively normal woman with a big passion for art and a strong thirst for knowledge. She may have been clumsy at times, loose track of time on occasion or worry a tad too much but she was just a ordinary woman trying to get by in the 21st century. She was an orphan who's parents didn't give a crap about her and left her on the doorstep of an orphanage in Cambridge London. She had no personal items on her person or the basket in which she was dropped off in neither claiming what her name was or her age, so she adopted the name Genevieve Carter at the age of 7 because it sounded kind yet powerful at the same time just like her. She was a studious child which helped her achieve amounts of A's and high levels in her schooling giving her plenty of options in life even with her rocky start in this world. Genevieve was a shy child who would only ever speak when spoken to and that wasn't often. She lacked social skills which resulted in lack of close friends. She had many acquaintances that she would occasionally have small talk with or smile at in passing but never a true friend that understood her or knew more than the basics about herself.

This loneliness triggered the need to escape the world and use books and art to create her own friends. She had several tea times in wonderland, sword fights in Narnia and dancing with a Mr Darcy in the English countryside. Though these friends were fictional they were real to Genevieve. When she had graduated high school at the top of her class and had started taking Art and English Literature classes at Cambridge University she started up her own business and sold art pieces to peoples all around the world. Pieces such as sculptures, sketches, paintings and even an original short story or two which started to bring in a pretty penny for Genevieve. By the time she had finished university she had a steady income and regular clients who loved the pieces she's made. She was happy with the life she had created for herself; doing the thing she loved the most whilst being able to support herself but there was one thing she's was missing. She craved what had been denied her the entire 27 years she had been on this earth and that was a family. Someone or several someone's who would love her unconditionally, who were there for her in her times of struggle and would protect her till there dying breathes. This never came true for Genevieve as she was unable to have children and hardly had much luck with potential love interest who wanted what she did.

Her life came to a screeching halt when she was killed in a hit and run when she's was on her way hole from delivering one of her art pieces.
Genevieve woke up with a loud gasp trying to fill her lungs with as much aid as she possibly could because of the severe lack a second beforehand. She didn't know how long she'd been floating in the black abyss but it felt like years.

Just as she regulated her breathing flashes of images which resembled memories were playing in her mind. One being of a young brunette girl that looked eerily similar to Dahlia from a tv show she'd watched on Netflix called The Originals, was playing with me in a field of wild flowers. The next was one of myself being heavily pregnant holding the hand of a four year old dark blonde boy and a blonde five year old girl standing in front of an adult version of the girl from the previous memory. Now she was absolutely sure that it was Dahlia which could only mean that she was watching from the point of view of Esther Mikaelson, The Original Witch, the creator of the Original Vampires and a very big bitch. The scene changed constantly in flashes as if her vision would be temporarily blinded by the light of a camera taking pictures one after the other, until the memories had fully downloaded into her mind and her head stopped spinning. Now being somewhat aware of her surroundings Genevieve gathered that she was in a large foyer that was eerily similar, near the exact replica as the one in the Mikaelson Mansion in the Vampire Diaries that Niklaus built in Mystic Falls and she was lying down in a coffin. Wanting to stretch her limbs from the confines of the coffin sitting up and quite pathetically lifting herself out enabling her to stand and stretch. Judging from the images that has just entered her mind and all the references to the TVD universe it was the obvious deduction that she was indeed in the real Mikaelson Mansion from the TV show.
Right at this second Genevieve began to wonder why she was where she was and what had happened to result in her standing in this grand mansion and the coffin she was confined in. As if sensing her confusion a masculine and deep voice sounded from the left of her.