Henrik Mikaelson died a horrible death. Torn apart by the werewolves, his last minutes on this earth were unbearably painful. He also served as a catalyst and unknowingly assisted his mother, who turned her family into the Originals. Alan Mason, a 14-year-old TVD enthusiast, with no friends and family, lost his life due to the accident. Combine the two and you have yourself, Henry Finnrick Gilbert, youngest brother of Jeremy and Elena Gilbert. Henry was born with memories of Alan Mason's life, he remembers living in a different world, watching his favorite TV show. During nights, he dreams about Henrik's life, remembering piece by piece. Henry, unlike his siblings, is a powerful witch. The abomination of nature, if you ask others, not only he can generate his own magic, but he can also siphon it from the others, making him number one most hated among the ancestors.
It's been a thousand years. And Avra Mikaelson knows no more than her family, one she hasn't seen in hundreds of years. The years haven't been kind to her and neither has death.
Come along, as she navigates life, love and loss with the infamous Mikaelson clan. That of the murderous and bloodthirsty original vampires? The very one.
Watch the descent into madness of the unofficial rulers of the supernatural world, how the mighty fall.
With her past threatening to catch upto her, She will meet old friends and foes along the way but will she emerge the winner in this battle of wills?
How could she ever refuse the allure of the enchanting Mystic Falls when chaos dwelled at her fingertips?
A thousand years late, but she always gets what she wants.
"Family is forged in blood and fire."
( A Vampire Diaries fanfiction)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Vampire diaries plot or characters except my original character. All rights go to Julie Plec and the creators, along with the cover.