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"The Noble Daughter" is a Fanfiction based on The Originals. The spinoff of The Vampire Diaries that follows The Mikaelsons lives after leaving Mystic Falls. It is primarily focused on Original Character, Sarah Mikaelson. The Daughter of Elijah Mikaelson.. It entails the struggles that Sarah faces with both her immortality and the burdens that she carries with being apart of The Mikaelson Family. This story is story starts off during the first season of The Originals, and will continue throughout the rest of the series.

Regarding the tags, I will add more character's as the story progresses!

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New Orleans

Laughter.

Glasses clinking.

Smooth jazz.

All around us, Rousseau's bar was filled with people. Men and women. Tourists and locals alike.

Making conversation. Enjoying themselves. Partying even, perhaps? New Orleans. It had a way of rubbing off on you. Getting you to let loose. Have fun. I suppose it was reassuring, even after all of these years of being gone that, that hadn't changed.

It had been a long time. A very long time since I was here.

92 years.

That's how long ago, me and my family had lived here. The Mikaelson's. The Originals, the world's very first vampires.

This place, we had called home.

Home. Home, was something that we had not been able to have for centuries. Thousands of years, since we became immortal. We had not know happiness, nor had we been able to feel peace.

Until, this city.

This was the first place we felt we belonged. Felt happy.

We learned to fit in. To make a name for ourselves. And in doing so, we had then made a realization.

We never wanted it to end.

But, unfortunately the sins of our pasts? The curse of immortality and the Mikaelsons? Did end it. And now? Now, it was still hard to believe that after what happened in 1919 we had made our way home.

"Sarah?"

"Sarah?"

The sound of my father, Elijah Mikaelson's voice startles me. Catching me off guard.

I blinked, looking to him. "Yeah?"

"You lost yourself." He brought his drink up to his lips, taking a sip from it. "Mind sharing what troubles you?"

"Uh. Sorry I..."

"You okay?" He asked gently.

"I'm good, yeah. I just...was thinking." I let out a deep breath.

"About?" He inquired.

"Here." I gestured with my hands. "New Orleans. This place, that a time long ago it was the closest thing to a home we had."

Father's expression softened.

"You're thinking about our lives here." A statement, not a question.

I gave a sad smile. "How can I not?"

I could remember it all so vividly. The compound. The extravagant parties my family would throw. The city at night time. The music, the lights, the people. The atmosphere.

Being together, as a family.

United. Despite, the frequent drama and heartbreak that followed us.

I missed that.

"Being back here, brings back memories. For both of us." He murmurs.

"Not all good ones." I shake my head.

"No, I suppose not." He then, takes another sip of his drink.

"It just sucks that we aren't here just for the sake of reminiscing." I huffed. "That it has to be for something else entirely."

Why we were here?

Let's just say, there were some rumors going around. About a witch.

Jane Anne-Deveraux.

That she was plotting against my Uncle, Klaus. And to our family? That meant a threat. And my family, nor did my father take it lightly when it came to our family being endangered.

So, we were here to find Jane-Anne. Confront her, about it.

Take care of a potential threat.

"Yes, unfortunately." He agreed.

"So, our plan is to find Jane-Anne and pester her yeah?"

"Yes. Find Jane-Anne Deveraux, question her about her intentions. Get to the truth of these rumors." He began to explain. I lifted my own glass filled with soda, up to my lips. Sipping. "And if these rumors prove to be true...act accordingly."

Which, meant?

Well, doing whatever had to be done. Perhaps, killing her even.

"How do we know that Klaus hasn't gotten to her already?" I raised a brow.

Uncle Klaus, was a lot less logical and peaceful than my father was. He would not be kind. Not be merciful.

She might already be dead.

"We don't." He sipped. Before, lowering his glass down. Placing it on the bar counter in front of him. "But, your uncle has an affinity for dramatics. If he had already dealt with her, I reckon we would have heard about it by now."

I pondered on it.

Yes, he was right. If Klaus had killed her, the word would have spread.

"I suppose so, yeah." I nod.

"But, if they are true. We should proceed with caution." He urged. "She may not be the only witch out for our family."

No.

If one witch was plotting against us? Certainly there were more.

"We need to be smart." I agreed.

"And we will." Father gave a nod.

"So how do we plan on finding Jane-Anne Deveraux?" I quizzed. "Cause, I doubt that her own kind will give her up."

Father's gaze turned.

To behind the bar. Where the blonde bartender was.

"All I have to do is simply ask."

After tending to another customer, she walked over to where we were. Her lips curved up into a bright, friendly smile. As she leaned against the counter, on the opposite side of us. "Hey, guys. Can I get you any refills or anything?"

"No. I think we'll be quite alright." Father replied.

"Okay." She then turned her head, glancing over to me. "What about you sweetheart? Want some more soda?"

"Oh no thank you, I'm fine." I tell her.

"So, what brings you guys to the big easy?" She asked.

Father smiles. "We used to live here."

"Really, when?"

He let out a breath. "Oh, feels like a hundred years ago."

"I just moved here myself." She then gave a nod of head to tell him she was listening. "What brought you back?"

"Well, my brother's here somewhere. I'm afraid he might have got himself into a bit of a bind." He says.

She titled her head. "You say that like it's a common occurrence."

"Well... he's complicated." He began to explain. "Defiant, ill-mannered, and a little temperamental.

A pause.

"See, we don't share the same father. Of course that never bothered me, but my brother resents it deeply. Never felt like he belongs. All told, he has a long history of getting himself into trouble."

An understatement, I thought.

"And I'm guessing you have a long history of getting him out of it." Hm, she picks up quick. "What kind of bind if your brother in?"

"He believes there are people in this town that are conspiring against him."

"Wow. Narcissistic and paranoid." Father stares. "Sorry. Bartender with a grad degree in psychology. Total cliché."

Father looks down at her nametag.

"Listen, Camille. I'm looking for someone who might shed some light on his current predicament. She works here, Jane-Anne Deveraux. Any idea where I might find her?"

She shakes her head. "No. But I know someone who might."

"And who might that be exactly?"

"Names Sabine Laurent. She's some fortune teller, tarot reader type chick." She says. "She's also a tour guide."

"Tour guide?" Father stared.

"Yeah. She's probably doing one right now. Shouldn't be too hard to find her." She nods.

"Then, I do suppose we should get going."

"Yeah, definitely." I nod.

She should waste no time in trying to find her. Get some answers.

"Thank you, Camille. You've been very helpful." He thanked her. Before, then pulling some cash from his jacket pocket.

He placed it down on the table.

Before, he hopped off of his seat. And I followed after.

"No problem." Camille smiles.

"Thank you." I smiled.

Before, we headed out of the door.

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Music blared from nearby restaurants and bars, as my father and I walked through the streets of the French Quarter. Side by side. Both, with an arm intertwined with the others. Somewhere along Bourbon Street, sooner or later we would find Sabine Laurent. The tour guide, whom Camille had told us about that was associated with the witch we were looking for. Jane-Anne Deverux. Find Sabine, and hopefully she will be able to lead us to her. So, we can get some sort of answers. Figure out what the hell is going on in this city. Why someone's plotting against our family. But, something about all of this seemed off.

I couldn't help but have this feeling. There was more to this.

Why we were here.

I was asking myself questions. Pondering. What if this was all just some sort of trap meant to caught us off guard?

What if there was something bigger at play?

What if they lured us here to destroy our family? To try and kill us? The idea, wasn't exactly too far fetched. Thousands of years, our family had done bad things. Had managed to make countless enemies.

With all of those enemies? It was hard to keep track.

Especially, when they would strike.

Being the daughter of an Original. A long time ago, I learned what that meant.

Always look over my shoulder.

Always expect anything.

Don't trust anyone.

It meant always being in danger.

Meant that someone, somewhere had it out for us. Wanted their revenge. And would do absolutely anything to get it.

And I couldn't just forget that.

"Dad, aren't you worried?"

I glanced over at him.

He peered over to look at me, tilting his head. "About?"

"Jane-Anne. Us, being back here."

"I do have my concerns about the matter, yes." He nodded. "About the kind of threat we might be facing."

"Aren't you worried it's all a trap?"

"A trap?"

"Coming here. Following this rumor." What if that's exactly what they wanted? For them to fall in their hands? "It could be a trap for us. Surely a part of you knows that, right?"

How could he not?

If anything? He was the one who always taught me to be smart.

Play it safe.

"I've taken it into consideration, yes."

Then, we can't just waltz in there carelessly. Make a mistake.

It could cost us everything.

"We can't be reckless about this."

Father reached out his hand. Placing it on my arm.

Gently squeezing.

"We won't." He assured.

~~

"Welcome to New Orleans, and the crown jewel of the Crescent city, the French Quarter. Jazz and jambalaya, romance, poetry, not to mention the things that go bump in the night. Monsters that feed off human blood, vengeful spirits of the dead, and my personal favorite, the witches."

Sabine Laurent's voice spoke aloud.

Behind her, was a crowd of people she was guiding. Including us.

We had eventually found her. Hid ourselves in the back. Hoping to blend in with them, not arise any sort of suspicion.

We came upon one of the shops.

She stopped just outside the door. "Go on, browse for a hex."

She gestured for them to go in.

The crowd murmurs and nods. Before, heading into the building.

Once the street was no longer crowded, she glanced over. Turning her attention to us. Giving an annoyed glare. "Are you going to continue following me Elijah, or do you wanna talk?"

She knows who my father is?

I paused.

His eyes grow slightly, in surprise. "You know who I am?"

"Original vampire, always wears a suit." She takes a step towards us. That comment earns her a brief wistful smile from him. "You and your family are famous amongst the witches, especially with your... brother back in town."

She then briefly looked over to me. Where I standing. 

Behind him.

She narrowed her eyes. As if she was trying to study me.

"And you. You're a little young to be running around with a thousand year old vampire." She mused. "His daughter, I presume?"

I pursed my lips.

"Uh, yeah. hi."

I wasn't one to just give away who I was.

But. Sometimes, it wasn't hard to put two and two together.

"You look a lot like him." She then turned her attention back to my father.

"Well, Niklaus is here because he learned that a witch was conspiring against him. Someone by the name of Jane-Anne Deveraux."

"You know her?" I crossed my arms.

Sabine, frowns.

"Well if he's looking for Jane-Anne, he's a little late." She informed.

Late?

Was she saying that Jane-Anne is dead? Already? That would mean someone's already gotten to her. But that someone not being Klaus or one of us? Was a little confusing.

"What?" I stare.

"Are you telling me she's dead?" Father quizzed.

Sabine huffs.

"Come on, her sister Sophia's gonna want to talk to you."

She gestured for us to follow.

"This can't be good." I mutter.

"No, it can't." He agreed.

And we followed her.

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We followed Sabine through the streets of the quarter. Where she brought us to a road.

All three of us stopped.

Witches. Quite a few of them. They were gathered in the middle of the road, where a body laid. It was Jane-Anne Deveruax. Her sister, Sophia knelt beside her.

Mourning.

Heartbroken. And, very obviously distraught by it. 

Me and my father's eyes grew.

Someone killed her?

Left her here like this?

"Someone killed her and left her here like this?" I stared.

"That's Jane-Anne? Killed in public for anyone to find..." Father says.

Who?

Why?

"Only people that come around here are the witches. Now her sister has come to take her body. Her spirit can't rest until it's been properly interred in the cemetery." Sabine replied.

Was this Klaus?

Did he have something to do this? Because, I really hoped not.

But. There wasn't any promises that he didn't. That he wasn't involved, hadn't been the one to kill her.

Father looked to her. "Please tell me my brother had nothing to do with this."

"No." She shakes her head, trying to reassure. "Jane-Anne died because she got caught doing magic."

What?

I don't understand. Since when aren't witches allowed to use their magic?

Especially in New Orleans.

Father stared. "What do you mean she got caught doing magic?"

"Since when are Witches not allowed to use their powers?" I asked.

Then, a loud whistle.

Sabine tenses slightly. "You wanna know who killed Jane-Anne? You're about to get your first glimpse of Marcel in action."

Marcel?

Marcellus.

The boy my Uncle Klaus had taken in. Raised as his own.

Turned, taught how to live as a vampire.

No. That wasn't possible, because he was supposed to be dead. He died here in 1919, in the fire.

Didn't he?

"Marcel?" I stared.

"The vampire Marcel?" Father said, taken back. 

"Things have changed since your family left town." Sabine begins to tell us. "Marcel has changed."

A group of vampires approached.

She looked to them, then back to us. "I'm asking you, stay hidden. If Marcel finds out that a witch lured the Originals back into town, my people will be slaughtered."

Father grabs my arm. "Come on."

He then, used his vamp speed to move us. Into the darkness.

Atop a balcony.

"Well well well, what have we here?" Marcel stepped forward.

Oh my god, Marcel.

How is he alive?

"I gotta tell you Soph, this street corner is not proving the luckiest spot for your family tonight. Not half an hour ago, we had to teach your sister a little lesson." He mused.

Marcel did this?

He had slaughtered Jane-Anne? Left her here like that?

No...

Sophia stood up. "We're putting her to rest, Marcel. Leave us alone."

She spoke firmly.

"I never said you could move the body." He shakes his head. Inching closer to them. "Matter of fact, I left her here for a reason: send a message."

He gestured.

"If anybody is thinking of joining some kind of rebellion, my rules state that witches can't practice magic in the Quarter and yet a little birdy informed me that Jane-Anne was cooking up something magically delicious."

We watched.

"Oh, yeah. While I have you, quick Q&A. My old friend the hybrid, Klaus, he just happened to show up out of the blue asking for, of all people, Jane-Anne. Any idea why?"

"I don't know. Witches don't get involved in vampire business." Sophia remarks.

"Hmm. That would be pretty stupid, that's for sure." He replied. "Tell you what, go back to the restaurant, cook up some of that famous gumbo, and keep those tourists happy."

He looked back to the other vampires.

"Take the body." He orders.

Sophia's eyes grow. "What? No!"

They pushed through the crowd of witches. To get to the body.

"Stop! Stop! Marcel!" She cried.

Marcel wasn't phased. "I'm gonna hold on to your sister's body in case maybe you remember why Klaus is here."

Once they have the body, they turned their backs and go. Leaving.

I felt tears welling in my eyes.

Marcel being alive? Him acting so cold and heartless?

It was very overwhelming.

That was not the Marcel I knew. Had grown to care for, love even.

I turned to him.

"No. No way." I shake my head. "That was not Marcel. Can't be. Marcel would've have never killed-"

Father reached out. Placing a hand on my shoulder.

"It seems he is no longer the boy we knew."

"How is this even possible? He died. In the fire."I protest.

"Apparently we were wrong."

"He's been alive? Here the whole time?" And now? Now it had seemed Marcel had become sort some of leader.

In charge of the witches??

"This is as shocking to me, as it is to you." He stated.

A pause.

Then. "Come on, we need to call Rebekah."

I give a reluctant nod.

Then, we both vamped away together.

~~

Sitting on a bench, I watched my father pace back and forth. In front of me.

He was on the phone.

With my Aunt Rebekah. She, still reside in Mystic Falls. So, he figured that we might need to catch her up.

I listened to their conversation.

'You mean to tell me after all these years, Marcel is well and alive?'

'Quite. Our brother seems to have wandered into a war zone. And I haven't been able to find him.'

Causing trouble, no doubt.

Father continued. 'Marcel, who Klaus sired and brought up beneath his own wing, now rules a menagerie of savage vampires running wild, killing in public for any human to come upon. Witches are held in subjugation. I doubt Niklaus had any idea what he was walking into.'

No, certainly not.

Neither Klaus nor us could see this coming. This can't possibly go well.

'Sorry, what was that? I stopped paying attention at 'our brother'.'

'Rebekah.'

'Our hateful traitorous bastard of a brother, who's negated any sympathy I once had for him by his repeated efforts to ensure neither you nor I know happiness outside of his own selfish universe.'

'Always and forever, Rebekah, that is what we once swore to each other.'

Always and forever.

A vow, a promise. One that had ultimately been broken far many times.

'Considering this me calling take-backs.'

'Well, you've called take-backs dozens of times over the centuries and yet when our father found us and chased us from this very city...'

'I may be old, Elijah, but I'm hardly senile. I know very well I stuck with Klaus, and not three years later he stuck a silver dagger in my chest and sent me into a magical slumber for ninety years. Do you know why? Because I had the audacity to try and live my life on my own without him.'

I looked down.

It was true. Klaus didn't like his family turning against him.

In any form. And Aunt Rebekah? It seemed her out of us all, was the one who always was forced to pay the price.

'Enough.'

I glanced back up, and looked at him.

'I believe our brother's in trouble, so what ever is going on between Marcel and the witches it's dire enough that they'd risk bringing an Original back to town. The witches have lured him here, I'd like to know why.'

He hangs up. Placing the phone back into his jacket pocket.

Then, stops and turned to face me.

"Well, she didn't seem very happy." I quip.

"Yes." He sighs. "Your Aunt Rebekah has a tendency to have a hard time letting go of her spite against Niklaus."

"Can you blame her?"

I stood up.

"Anytime she tries to do what she wants, she gets a dagger in her heart."

“Given she’s shown no interest in leaving Mystic Falls…” He began. “Seems, it’s up to us to deal with this.”

Guess it was.

Aunt Rebekah had found a bit of happiness there. Didn’t want to leave.

Or more so? Didn’t want to deal with the trouble. Didn’t want to deal with the drama that would come from it.

“Yeah, I guess.”

I crossed my arms.

“What now?” I asked.

“I believe we owe Sophia Deveruax a visit.”

“To ask her about Klaus?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

“Alright…”

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In the shadows, my father and I stood.

In front of Rousseau's. The restaurant that Sophia had worked at. Where we knew that we might find her.

We had simply waited. And eventually, she had come.

She came out of the back door.

Beside it, was a small table. A candle lit. Likely, a tribute and memoriam for her sister, Jane-Anne. She murmurs to herself. "Oh, you got me into this, Jane. Give me the strength to finish it."

Then, suddenly.

The back door snaps shut. Causing her to jump slightly in response.

Vampires.

They approached her.

"You're doing magic?" One spoke

Sophia raised her voice. Perhaps to hide her fear. "I'm praying to my dead sister. Go ahead, pay your respects."

The other shakes his head. "Don't make this a thing, Sophie. The hybrid was looking for Jane-Anne. Marcel wants to know why."

"I'd say ask her yourself, but I guess you can't, seeing as Marcel killed her."

She snaps.

One of them, speeds to attack her.  But, in my peripheral vision I see my father.

Move away.

The vampire who sped after Sophia, suddenly is thrown into the air. Disappears from her sights. Which, makes her look around.

The other vampire, just as confused.

Then, something falls down onto the ground from the sky. A heart.

Vampire heart.

One down, one to go.

The remaining vampire then wastes no time. He turns to attack her as well. But, he is grabbed from the shadows. My father. Thrown into the wall, onto some sharp piece of wood.

Impaled.

Sophia, with horror in her eyes looked up. At my father.

Who approached.

"I'm Elijah, you heard of me?"

Sophia nodded. "Yes."

"So why don't you tell me what business your family has with my brother?"

Slowly I walked out onto the light.

Sophia saw me. And she tensed a little bit more. Perhaps, because she feared what we might do to her.

I stopped beside my father.

"Relax, Sophia. We aren't here to hurt you."

I wanted to reassure her as best I could. So she wouldn't be afraid.

I continued. "I'm...sorry. About your sister."

I imagined this was difficult for her.

She was angry, upset. Likely wanted her revenge. But right now, it was important that we get her to talk to us.

"Who are you?" She asks.

"I'm...Elijah's daughter."

"You're an original?"

"In a sense, yeah." I nod.

"What do you want?" Her eyes darted between me and my father.

"A rumors going around about my brother, Klaus. We're here to get to the bottom of it." Father says. He takes another step towards her. But not too close. Not wanting to further frighten her. "And we need your help."

"Sophia, I know this is a really bad time. But please, we need you."

She swallowed.

"So what I don't obey you and you're going to kill me like they killed my sister?"

"Typically that's how it goes." Father muses.

"We don't want to hurt you, Sophia. And we won't. As long as you can cooperate."

I softened my expression.

"We need to know why Klaus was lured here."

A pause.

For a moment, Sophia didn't say anything. Just stared.

I knew she was contemplating. What she wanted to do. The kind of choice she was going to make. And for her sake, I hoped she would make the right one. Not try to do anything foolish.

"Fine...Alright."

I raised a brow.

"We need to go to the cemetery."

"The cemetery?" Father stared.

"We'll talk there and I'll explain everything." She said, simply.

My father and I shared a look.

I could see it. There was a certain weariness in his eyes. He was thinking what I was thinking: This could be a trap.

But, Sophia was our only lead.

If we followed her? Then we're going to have to keep our eyes open.

"Okay, we'll go with you." I nod.

"But be warned Sophia Deveruax, if you're leading us into a trap I assure you it will not end well for you, or anyone involved."

Father spoke, sternly.

"Don't worry, I'm not that stupid."

"I sure hope not." Father remarked.

"Give me five minutes, and I'll be ready."

Father nodded to her. Then, we watched her go back inside.

~~

Layfeytte Cemetery

The gate squeaked open, and Sophia entered. But my father and I.

We paused at the gate.

We could not enter. And thus, Sophia? She was going to have to be the one to invite us both inside the cemetery.

"This is sacred ground, which means vampires have to be invited in." She then, turned to face us. "But, since I'm desperate... Come on in." She gestured for us to enter.

So, we stepped inside.

Father first. Then me, trailing behind him like always.

I looked around.

Mostly for anything suspicious. Wanted to stay on my guard. Make sure, no one was waiting to attack us.

So far, so good.

"We can talk freely here." Sophia says.

"Then, I suggest you start talking. What did your sister want with Niklaus?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Sophia quizzed. Tilting her head. "We have a vampire problem, and we need help."

I pursed my lips.

"Marcel has an army backing him. The witches have been trying to fight back." She shakes her head. "We haven't had much luck, until my sister Jane-Anne met a girl, a werewolf passing through the quarter from a small town in Virginia. She had a special connection to your brother."

What?

A special connection. What was she talking about?

"A special connection?" I stare.

"What kind of connection?" Father quizzed.

"Apparently they spent time together." Was she referring to a...romantic relationship? It seemed so.

"Like romantically?"

Sophia looks to me, nodded. Then, back to my father. "One thing lead to another and now this special werewolf girl, she's pregnant. And the father of the child she's carrying, is your brother Klaus."

My face fell.

What?

No.

That's impossible.

No.

She was saying that Klaus had gotten a werewolf girl pregnant? No way! No! That wasn't even possible!

He's a vampire.

Undead. And vampires aren't capable of procreation.

Was this a trick?

"No. That's not possible."

I take a step forward.

"Can't be true. Vampires cannot procreate."

"That's impossible." Father remarked.

"Nothing is impossible, especially not when it comes to your brother." Sophia said.

"You have to be lying.” I tell her.

“Think about it, they call him the hybrid right?” She looked behind her, where some other witches stood. “Bring her out!”

The witches escorted someone out.

A woman. The girl carrying my Uncle Klaus’s child.

Or so, they said.

She stops, and looks at us.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Give us a moment please.” Father ordered.

There’s no way this is happening…