'Honey You're Familiar Like My Mirror Years Ago'
In which the noble Mikaelson is reunited with his greatest love but doesn't remember her.
(Elijah Mikaelson x oc)
(The originals s1 - ?)
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Driving into the city Ophelia was glad to be back, ready to leave the monsters of her journey behind her. Her black sports car caught the eyes of many passersby.
However, she didn't expect her drive back to be interrupted by a call from Marcel telling her to meet him at the compound before abruptly hanging up. Scoffing at his behaviour she picked up her speed as she slipped on a pair of black cat-eye sunglasses.
Her car stopped abruptly outside of the abattoir, not caring that it was a no parking area, as she stepped out, smoothing down her now clean ensemble of a little black dress and a dark red leather blazer. Leaving her bags in the car for now she walked into the building not sure what to expect. Her black stilettos clicking against the cobblestone.
However, seeing Marcel and his little crew of vampires huddled around a random brunet in one of the alcoves had never occurred to her. "You all know Klaus wasn't always the hybrid. When he broke the curse that kept his werewolf side dormant, somewhere in all that, certain parts were now able to trump his vampire side. Like the ability to pass on the werewolf gene." She overheard as she walked in, her echoing footsteps catching their attention.
"Don't let me interrupt you," she smiled taking off her sunglasses as Marcel stood from his seat allowing her to take it, sitting beside her on the arm of the chair. Crossing one leg over the other she leaned back in the plush leather chair studying the brunet. Her red lips pulled into a smirk as she watched him squirm. "That's where the werewolf girl he's been hiding from you all comes in. She rode through my town, pretended to be my friend, and then ended up hooking up with him. Now, she's pregnant with his kid."
"What the hell is this?" Diego exclaimed in disbelief from beside her.
"Just listen," Marcel insisted as the stranger continued.
It wasn't often that she would agree with Diego, and it wasn't often that she wanted to, but this time she did. Only for a different reason. She had to hold in a scoff when she figured out what the random brunet was insisting; that Klaus was going to use his own child for his own gain. Like some pawn.
While she could understand why someone who only knew him as an enemy would think this, she knew him well, even if he didn't remember her. She knew of his past, of his childhood, of his father, and she knew what he did to him. She hoped he'd want to be different. She hoped that they were wrong.
But then she was shocked even further by the second surprise of the meeting.
"Don't mind me, I'm fascinated by this story." A voice interrupted, a voice she instantly recognised. "Hello, Tyler." Standing from her seat she turned to see a familiar blonde walking out from the shadows.
