She may be the youngest, but she'd be damned if she's the weakest.
Brynn Mikaelson doesn't want much out of life. She spends her days in New Orleans with her best friends and stays out of the way of her older siblings.
But when she gets called to...
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5 Years Ago, London
It was pitch black and the stars were beautiful. Brynn had come to love the stars, loving the way they were far, far away from the hell people called earth. The way they twinkled mesmerized the original, their light color reflected off of her bright blue eyes.
The man watching her was ecstatic. After all of these years, he had finally found the murderer of his wife. He was ready; ready for revenge, for vengeance, for justice!
Marian didn't deserve to die, but the original did. Although from all that he's learned and all the whispers he's heard, she can't die. Not unless you have the white oak stake, and unfortunately, he did not.
But just because she couldn't die didn't mean he couldn't make her wish she was dead.
He cracks his knuckles and grabs the beer bottle he had, staggering out from the shadows and onto the sidewalk. He played the part of a drunk, talking to himself and slurring his words to the point where it just sounded like noise.
The vampire doesn't pay him any mind, but that soon changed when she smells the beer. Her nose wrinkles in disgust but it doesn't matter because in a few seconds, her neck would be snapped.
***
Her eyes slowly opened only for them to be snapped shut due to the intense light that was staring down at her.
She didn't understand anything that was going on. Last thing she remembered was staring up at the stars and smelling beer.
And then. . . She forces her eyes open, instantly speeding to free herself from the room that she was trapped in.
But she was an original, one of the most powerful people on the planet. . . How in the hell could she be trapped?!
"You've finally woken up. I was beginning to think you never would, but we both know it's not that easy to kill an original vampire."
She tried to place his voice, but she couldn't remember it. Hell, it didn't even sound familiar.
She places her hands on the invisible barrier that was keeping her from snapping the old man's neck on the other side. It was magic, which could obviously only be done by a witch.
But this man didn't look like a witch, he looked like a. . .
"Vampire."
Brynn couldn't help it, she laughs and laughs at the pathetic old man who thought he would get away with imprisoning an original.
"You think you can kill me?!" She laughs. "Have at it. But I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."
"Who said anything about killing you?" The man steps forward, confidently making his way closer and closer to the barrier that kept her trapped.
