The Noble Daughter (The Originals)

Chapter One

New Orleans

The smell, of liquor and cigars as well as the smooth jazz music playing from the speaker above filled Roussaeu's bar. Letting out a deep sigh, I brought the glass of white wine to my lips as I took a sip from it. Watching the people, the life and the culture all brought back memories of a time long ago. A time, when my family and I once resided in New Orleans. When we had a place that we felt like we had truly belonged. A place we felt happy and at peace. New Orleans was the first place we could call our home in centuries.

Home.

The idea, was so foreign to us. It only had ever been just a fantasy.

For over a thousand years, my family has spent our lives fleeing from once place to another. Running, and hiding. Never having a place to call our own.

It's all we have ever known.

It all started with the death of my father's youngest brother. Henrik. Henrik, was killed by a werewolf on the night of a full moon.

Henrik's death was enough, that my grand-father sought out to create my father and his siblings into immortals. Believing, that with immortality they could be superior to werewolves. And that, it was the only way to protect his children from the dangers of the world.

Despite a witch named Ayana warning my grand-father that the spell would come with unforgettable consequences, he chose to convince my grand-mother Esther to do it. And she did. Using dark magic, she granted not only my father and his siblings, but Mikael himself immortality.

But, with this new found power, came the consequences. What he was warned of.

Balance.

Nature needed balance. So, with the strengths they had been gifted, weaknesses came. There was of course the sun, which kept them indoors for weeks. The flowers of the white oak tree , which had given them life could now take it away. And it prevented their ability to compell. However, it was the hunger, the uncontrollable thirst for blood that had become their darkest consequence.

They became blood-thirsty creatures of the night. The first of their kind.

The Original Vampires.

Over time, they learned how to survive, and adapt to their new lives. But given their lust for blood, it was easier said than done. They lost control.

When they began leaving a trail of bodies, it was my grand-father Mikael who realized that their existence was an abomination. So, he made it his mission to kill then. To rid the world of them. For centuries, he hunted us. Forced us into hiding, always going from one place to another.

We never had another home. Until, we found New Orleans.

We were drawn to this city. To the people, to the life. So in turn, my family chose to settle here, to find a new life amongst them.

And we came to love it.

For the first time in over a thousand years, we were happy. We were at peace. It became clear that New Orleans was the first place we could finally be a family. The first place in a very long that we could call, home.

But, just as we were at our happiest the Mikaelson curse came to follow us. Our past.

Mikael.