Elena, Damon, and Stefan sat on the leather couches of the Salvatore boarding house, while looking through old boxes that were filled to the brim with old photos and knick knacks.
"Hey?" Elena questioned, "Who's this?" Elena held up and old photo that was rotting with age. The photo was from Stefan's time in Chicago with Rebekah and Klaus. In the picture, Stefan stood behind Rebekah, with his arms wrapped around her waist. On the left of them was Klaus, standing protectively by a young woman, who had a light olive complexion, plump pink lips, striking green eyes, which were framed with a pair of thick, long eyelashes, and long brown hair.
"Woah..." Damon wolf whistled, "She is hot! What the hell were you doing with the queen bitch, when you could of been with her!?"
Elena glared at him, while Stefan rolled his eyes. "That is Eerika Mikaelson."
"Mikaelson?" Elena furrowed her brow in confusion, "Another original?"
"Yep." Stefan shrugged, "I don't know much about her, only that she was the youngest original. She was sweet, nothing like her siblings. She had a nice sense of humor and wherever she went, people would stop and stare, but she seemed oblivious to all the attention she was attracting. Her siblings were very protective of her," Stefan said casually.
"What happened to her?" Damon asked, after taking a gulp of liquor. "Don't know. I haven't seen her since the twenties."
"She looks nothing like the other Mikaelsons," Elena murmured, while staring at the brunette girl in the picture. "Well, I have to go. I'm meeting Bonnie and Caroline for lunch. Bye." She kissed Stefan on the cheek and gave Damon an awkward wave goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Eerika Mikaelson
Fanfiction"The story of Eerika Mikaelson is quite...tragic." Elijah mumbled. "Eerika was beautiful, inside and out. She had the kind of beauty that made girls and women burn with envy and boys and men be alit with lust, admiration, and awe. She could make...
