Philophobia: Mikaelson's Mate

Stupid Ancient Witches

I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding in as I looked at the blank canvas. After I left the Mikaelson Mansion I came home and went to sleep. Since it was still the afternoon when I went to sleep, I found myself awake all night after I woke from my nap. It is currently 1:34am and I am trying to translate the emotions I'm feeling into a painting.

After sitting in front of the canvas for almost an hour I concluded that I wasn't going to get any inspiration for my painting and decided to look for a better way to make sense of my emotions. I decided that I needed to reach out to my ancestors to see if they respected their last living descendent being in a relationship with all the original vampires.

After filling the living room with candles and dimming the lights. I opened the grimoire my dad left me. After flicking through the pages I found the spell I was looking for. I sat on the floor, crossed my legs, closed my eyes and then began chanting.

When I opened my eyes again I knew that the spell had worked since I was standing in the living room and the room appeared to have a filter on it, making the room appear with only cool tones.

"Moderately intimidating witchy grandma, where are you?" I call out hoping to summon my ancestor, Victoria.

After for a few minutes I sigh and rub my face.

"Ah for fucks sake" I mutter under my breath.

"Watch your language, Child" I hear a voice boom from behind me.

"Holy shit, you almost made me join you guys on the other side" I say after I flinched away from her. I began taking deep breaths to slow my heart rate.

"What has caused your visit, Alexandra?" Victoria says I tense at the use of my full name. 

What is with old people and saying my full first name?

"I assume you already have a pretty good idea, keeping in mind that you guys seem to stalk me from the other side" I say gesturing to the shadows around us.

"Hmm" she hums. "The Original family" she says.

"More specifically the children" I say correcting her. "They are my mates, or I'm their shared mate. I'm not entirely sure how this whole thing works yet" I say starting to zone out.

"I am aware" Victoria says, stopping my rant.

"What should I do?"

"That is a broad question, my dear"

"Well I kind of thought you were either going to curse me for even mentioning vampires, give me some weird riddle or just not appear from when I first arrived."

"You are said to complete the prophecy, child. You will do whatever feels right."

"Okay 1 that doesn't answer my question 2 you haven't actually told me anything about the prophecy is other than the fact it involves me 3 I'm currently lacking in the sixth sense which always tell me what to do right now. So,"

"Let me make it simple" she starts, "You being mated to the Mikaelsons, plays a key role in the prophecy."

"So that means I need to complete the mate bond with all of them?" I question.

"It can mean whatever you want it to mean, child." Victoria says before she begins to fade. 

What is it with people only speaking to me in riddles?

As I broke out of my thought I noticed my eye lids begin to flutter as the world became dark. When I reopened my eyes I was sitting on the floor of the living room, sunlight peering through the blinds. 

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When I came back from visiting my ancestors, I went back to sleep. When I woke up again I got up, showered and got ready for my shift at the grill.

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Around half way through my shift, Damon showed up at the bar. He seemed to be celebrating something.

"What's got you in a tolerable mood?" I say when I hand him a new drink to replace the one he had just finished.

"Blast from past showed up" Damon says taking another sip from his drink

"Ooohh does Elena have some competition?" I tease as I continued working

"Haha" he says sarcastically, "I'm over Elena."

"I'm happy happy for you" I say. "Correct I would be happy for you. If you were telling the truth that is."

Damon groans, "Go back to teasing Stefan about drinking bunny blood." he says before finishing his drink

"I can't. Hasn't he just stopped drinking blood, full stop" I say.

"Something like that" Damon says.

"What was the worst part about your transition?" I say handing Damon another drink. At this rate if I did complete the bond with the Mikaelsons then I would inevitably be turned. Most likely after some argument about age slowing spells not giving then enough time.

Damon pauses for a second, "Probably the heightened emotions. Why? You finally planning on taking me up on my offer and telling your dead witchy relatives to shut it about the prophecy?"

Damon and Bonnie were the only people who I had told about the whole prophecy thing. When I told Damon he said that he would be open to turning me since it would shut down my witch side.

"My ancestors already brought me back once. I don't think they'd be open to doing it again if they knew that I was planning to become a vampire" I say before getting back to work.

I haven't been entirely truthful when I tell everyone the story of the accident with my dad it seems to end with him dying upon impact and me being fine, unharmed, a one in a million miracle which has no real explanation as to how or why I could leave the accident with a few scratches and a raging hang over.

I died as well that night. No, not a metaphorical part of me. I actually died that night. When I woke up on the other side, Victoria told me that when I woke up again in my body that I was a part of something bigger, a prophecy  as she called it.