Original Sister - TVD

TWO

two,
original sister, the bonds

When he isn't with father, or taking care of our siblings, I like spending time with Finn. I sit next to him while he reads mother's grimoire and practices magic. Neither Elijah or Nik have tapped into their magic, and I suspect Kol will soon. I'm not interested in learning magic. It fascinates me, but i know there's a strong chance I will lose it in a few years if everything plays out the way it did in the show.

I think Ayana knows. About me not really being Rebekah, that is. The other day she stared at me while Mother and I were at her home then nodded. Maybe the spirits told her?

Growing up wasn't that bad, despite being an adult in a child's body. It was fun being a kid again. I used to be an only child and spent most of the time at my aunt's house. I had never thought about what it would be like to live a thousand years ago. I had always been so used to technology and modern day things that when my main sources of entertainment were wood carvings and magic, it was fascinating. Now I have siblings, four older brothers and a younger one coming soon. It would be fun to have a sister, but if I wanted to play with a girl I easily could, there were many in the village. Freya is still alive, of course, but it would be many years before I can find her.

"Rebekah," I heard from behind me. I looked up and saw my mother, Esther. She had her grimoire tucked under one arm and her other hand held out to me. This meant it was time to go to Ayana's. I grinned and grabbed her hand, keeping the wood carving Elijah had given me in my other hand.

We made the walk to Ayanas hut slowly, smiling when she was waiting outside her home "Esther, Rebekah," she greeted softly. I waved back, never letting go of the wood in my hand. Ayana handed mother a piece of parchment. "Could you collect these before we start? I will watch Rebekah."

Mother nodded, letting go of my hand and grabbing the parchment from her mentor. As she left, Ayana took me into her hut and sat across from me. "Hello, Ayana."

"I think it's time you and I had a chat, don't you?"

There it is. Ayana knows.

I hummed and nodded. I knew it was coming eventually, but there was no way in hell I was telling her everything. I just needed to put the information somewhere safe. "I thought it would come sooner." I told her honestly. I assumed she waited until I could talk properly.

"You are quite smart for your age Rebekah, not even five winters old yet." Ayana commented. "What do you know?"

"My name is Natalia Morrell," I started, looking around. Her husband would be home soon and he wasn't a big fan of 'Mikael's spawns', as he calls us.

Ayana hummed as she nodded.

"It used to be, anyway. My parents' names were Ellen and David Morrell. I was almost thirty and was going to propose to my girlfriend when I died. Well, I think I died."

"I thought it would have taken more to get you to talk about it." Ayana told me as she opened her a grimoire, but it wasn't the one she normally used. "You are an old soul in a child's body, but that does not explain your reactions to certain people around the village, including your own family."

I shrugged, playing with the wood in my hands. "Where I come from this is a TV show."

"TV show?"

Damn, I forgot about that. "I've seen this all play out. There are people in my old life who pretend to be people who really exist in our world for entertainment. For example, a man named Sebastian Roché looks exactly like Mikael, because he played Mikael for entertainment. The Mikaelson's, along with everyone else, are works of fiction in my old life"