Deadly, Dangerous, Michaelson

Chapter 1

I slowly sip my drink and lightly say my head to the New Orleans jazz. Normally I don't stray out into public but tonight is an exception. Rumors have surfaced that the famous Mikaelson family as acquired a young blonde witch that that sounds an awful lot like my sister. But my Freya never got away from our aunt Dahlia and died over a thousand years ago. My once kind and loving heart became dark and cold as a result of my aunt and the loss of my poor sweet sister. My interest in the Mikaelson family is more than strictly curiosity, I want them to know that I intend to take whatever I please whenever I please. But my interest and connection don't merely stop there it goes far beyond anything they could and will ever imagine.

I am their older sister, Daria Mikaelson but nowadays I just go by Daria.

My sister and I went to live with our aunt in 977 AD when she claimed that our mother and father no longer wanted us. But I knew that couldn't possibly be the reason, our mother wept as we were taken from her. Our brother Finn cried for us as we screamed and cried for our mother.

  My sister was the only thing that kept me sane throughout all those years of being kept as a slave. I wanted to take her with me when she helped me escape to freedom but she insisted that Dahlia would punish us both and shove a small sack of supplies into my hands. Freya and I are twins and I loved her very much and would do anything to protect her. Unfortunately our aunt used that against us and manipulated us into doing things for fear she might harm the other. I loved my twin and everyday we would pray that someday we'd be able to go back home to our family.

I never forgot about my little brother and even my little brother that had yet to even be born yet. I often wondered if my mother really did name him Elijah, it was a named that I myself had gotten to pick out.

I never saw my sister again after the day she forced me to run away and never look back, I ran as fast as I could cloaking myself and using protection spells against Dahlia's magic often we let Dahlia believe she was more powerful than Freya or me, but together my power combined with that of my twin was almost limitless. My anger and sadness from the betrayal of my family fueled my power. It wasn't long only a few months before I stumbled upon the village I can recall so vividly from my childhood.

I found my way back to my childhood village just as my old family was preparing to leave. So I followed them to the New World leaving my poor sister and wicked aunt behind. A few years past before I came across a witch who offered me a chance at and immortal life and the chance to keep my powers, knowing my sister might be gone and Dahlia couldn't live that long i agreed. She created a potion which I drank, the witch then proceeded to kill me once I awoke I fed on blood and thus I became an Original Witch/Vampire Hybrid the first of my kind. But before I was killed the witch had me store my magic in a small green crystal so that when I awoke I could regain my magic. Many centuries later I had it fashioned into a dragon necklace so that I could carry part of my power with me at all times.

I glance out across the rather large and crowded dance floor hoping to find the exact victim that I came here to retrieve. I shouldn't use the word victim per say I feel as though person of minor importance is a better choice of word. Finally I spot a blonde head of hair mingling and having fun with a younger girl who looked to be about sixteen to about eighteen years old.

That blonde head of hair happens to belong to a woman named Camille. I've heard rumors around the Quarter that she's the love interest to my poor and viciously cruel brother Niklaus. I plan to use her to lure my family out into the open and find out as much as I possibly can.

Camille just so happens to be a bartender at this lovely little bar that I plan to "borrow" her from. But what I didn't expect was for her to be in the company of a harvest witch I believe her name was Davina.... yes it was Davina.

But my luck changes when she walks back into a small room in the back of the bar. I quickly but calmly get up from my stool at the bar, leaving a perfectly good glass of wine only half finished and glide across the room towards her.  I slip past employees until I stand only a few feet from the pretty blonde bartender.

"My my you must be Camille I've heard an awful lot about you." She spins around in surprise. She looks worried and even more so when the black veins spill out from my eyes.

"Who the hell are you and how did you get back here?!" She tries to look brace but inside I can feel her heart start to race.

"I'm sorry where are my manners?? My name is-" I use my speed to run over and slam her head into the wall knocking her into unconsciousness.

"Huh and here I thought by brother liked tough girls." I mutter aloud to myself.

As I start to drag Camille's body out of the back office another man walks in. But as he tries to run I sigh in annoyance and sink my fangs into his neck draining him of blood.

I wipe my chin with my hands and chuckle darkly to myself. Then onto the next step in my plan I take a pen off the desk and take both Camille and the dead bartender out to the alley where I then proceed to write a message on my hand and show it to the camera just above the door.

Meet me Rousseau's at midnight two days from now all of you come alone or she dies. Only the Mikaelson family

Then I display the body for the camera to see then walk over to Camille and throw her body over my shoulder and run off into the night hoping that my plot will work.

Daria's outfit for the evening

Final word count is exactly: 1122