Hidden In Plain Sight || Stefan Salvatore

~PROLOGUE~

ELIJAH MIKAELSON HAD BEEN UNDAGGERED by Damon Salvatore only to hear word of witches in New Orleans plotting against his half-brother. Wanting to find out why the witches believed they had power over the Original Hybrid, Elijah set off for New Orleans where he came across Sophie Devereaux. Sophie was the sister of the witch that was rumoured to have been behind the plotting, Jane-Anne Devereaux. 

Unfortunately, Jane-Anne had been killed but hours earlier by Marcel, a vampire Klaus had adopted 300 years prier. Fortunately, Sophie knew what information her sister had come across and so could aid the Original, leading him to a cemetery.

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Breaking the silence, Sophie speaks up, "This is sacred ground, so vampires have to be invited in. But, since I'm desperate... come on in."

"What did your sister want with my brother?" The Noble Original wasn't in the mood to have this dragged out.

The last living Devereaux let out a sigh, before speaking, seeing that the Mikaelson was in no mood for games. "Yesterday a young boy walked into the place Jane-Anne and I worked, he was a vampire but not like others we'd seen before. When Jane-Anne took one of his hairs and done a heritage test she found something impossible."

"Get on with it." The Noble was growing impatient.

"500 years ago Klaus Mikaelson and Katerina Petrova slept together. And with Katerina's doppelganger blood and Klaus' dormant werewolf genes, the Petrova became pregnant with his child."

"That's impossible." Elijah was quick to deny the allegation, not wanting to have hope about his brothers redemption.

"That's what I thought too. Then I found out he is a vampire, werewolf and witch, a tribrid, something that isn't supposed to exist. You can take him with you, but in exchange I want to be able to cash in a favour when I want." Sophie saw the Original nod, so turned her head and called out. "Bring him out!"

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Elijah heard the metallic clank of chains hitting against each other, and the sound of someone stumbling over their own feet, before a young boy, about 17, entered his line of vision. He had brown hair that reminded him of Katherine, but the eyes, the eyes were identical to Klaus', there was no denying it now, this boy was Elijah's nephew. Klaus' son.

Though the Original was beyond angry when he saw the state his nephew was in. Heavy chains dangled from his ankles and wrists along with his neck, and he could see the excess of not just what appeared to be wolfsbane, witch hazel and vervain, but he also saw mistletoe.

Elijah spun around to Sophie, and he barely held himself back from yelling at the top of his lungs, settling on snarling at her instead. "Remove those chains and hand him over this instant! Or none of you will make it out of here before I kill you!"

The witches holding Corey didn't even wait for permission as they released the youngest Mikaelson, shoving him in his uncles direction. The boy gave his family member a shaky smile and introduced himself, "My name's Corey, it's nice to finally meet my dads side of the family."

The older male smiled at him, placing a hand on his shoulder to steady the 500 year old tribrid, and guided him out of the cemetery. Back to Mystic Falls, and the family reunion that will change the lives of everyone in the town.