The Girl In The Woods (Short Version)
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  • مقروء 1,433
  • صوت 24
  • أجزاء 13
  • الوقت 1h 22m
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TVD/TO Fanfiction

It was the late 990s and the Mikaelson family were living peacefully in Mystic Falls. This all changes when they find a mysterious girl in the woods and bring her home to live with them. Despite being a complete stranger, she seems to know a lot about them and their past. In turn, they are each drawn to her in different ways, some more dangerously than others. One thing's for certain, their lives will never be the same again. 

Elijah/OC/Klaus
Partly AU

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