The Other Hybrid [A TVD & Originals Fanfic]

Chapter 1: Hello, love

    Arista Siifter has never lived a normal life. From the time she was 8 years old she had been chained to a wall in her parent's basement. For the first few months she fought her restraints, crying for her parents to let her go. Promising countless times that she would be a good girl and never do anything naughty again. Little did Arista know that she had not been secluded and held in the darkness for merely misbehaving. No, she was there for the safety of herself, and the safety of everyone who lived on the same continent as her.

With a werewolf as a mother and a vampire as a father, Arista was a mystery to the world. She was born with extraordinary gifts, but as she grew, they grew with her, becoming uncontrollable. She slaughtered her playmates, destroyed an entire town... and she was only eight. Her parents finally realized that the only way to save their daughter, and keep her alive, was to keep her a prisoner.

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Ten years later, and Arista sat alone in the dark damp room under her parent's house, listening to the creaking of the floorboards ahead. She'd memorized the sounds over the years. She was even able to tell her mother and father's footsteps apart. She sat and listened. Father should be home shortly. Mother was pacing back and forth, impatiently waiting for her husband as she did every day. Suddenly banging was heard. Glass shattered, and heavy thuds were heard. She listened, terrified, as her mother let out a tremendous scream before gasping for air and falling to the floor. Arista knew something was extremely wrong when she smelled the overpowering odor of blood.

When she heard footsteps coming down the stairs she backed herself into the corner. Father only came to see her once every 14 days. He was not due for a visit. And she knew it wasn't her mother coming for her. She still smelled her blood up on the first level. Momentarily focusing on the blood, her instincts took over, she felt her fangs elongate and noticed the familiar tingle as the veins around her eyes rose and darkened. She couldn't help herself when it came to blood. She craved it. She needed it. She would kill for it.

When her cell door opened revealing her father, she became overwhelmed with relief. The happiness she felt seeing him brought her out of her blood daze. He would make everything right. He would keep her safe, he always did.

 But that was short lived as he fell to the ground, with a seeping hole in his chest.

Standing behind him was a tall man with dark blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. In his hand was the still warm heart of her father. Letting it slip to the floor with a thud the man stepped toward the cowering girl.

Walking over, he kneeled in front of her, curiosity filling his features. "Hello love, I've come to take you home."

Arista screamed, flinging herself away from the stranger. For ten years she'd only had contact with her mother and father, never anyone else. This new man frightened her. Bolting for the door leading upstairs, she was harshly yanked back. Her neck throbbing as she came into contact with the cement floor.  The chains.. in all of her fright she'd forgotten the chains that encircled her neck, wrists and ankles.

"Easy now sweetheart," the man said putting his hands up, amusement in his eyes,  "we don't want you hurting yourself now do we?" Taking a single step towards Arista he said in a clear, dark voice, "I'm Klaus, I recommend not trying to run from me again."