𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲.

𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗲 — 𝟭𝟱𝟱𝟴

The scary realisation that she had not bled for now months hit Evangeline on a warm morning. Niklaus had gone into the woods and Evangeline laid in bed, her hair on the pillow and her hand moved to her stomach. She did not know much when it came to children nor being with child. So she sought help.

"Margaret," Evangeline whispered, reaching one of the maid that helped her bath some nights. "Can I talk to you privately?"

"Surely, my lady."

"You see," she started anxiously. "You and I have become great friends," and it was true. Margaret and Evangeline talked everyday and it felt like having a friend. "How do I know I am with child?"

"Are you—" Evangeline shushed her. "When was the last time you bled?"

"A few months," she said, biting her finger. "I do not remember correctly, Margaret. Could it be—"

"Of course. Was there any morning sickness perhaps? Your appetite being bigger?"

Evangeline thought and the colours on her face must had disappeared because Margaret's eyes widened, "Yes, there was. I thought I was just sick from the food. And for the appetite, I thought it was happiness. My mother always said being happy makes us eat a lot more."

Margaret's lips formed a thin line, "I am no doctor, my lady but perhaps, you may be with child. There is a doctor in the village, would you like to go?"

"Yes, please."

Rapidly, Evangeline got dressed and with the help of Margaret, she went to the doctor's house. Minutes later, the doctor hummed, took his fingers out and said, "You are indeed with child, Lady Mikaelson."

Evangeline was conflicted as she did not know if she should feel happy or sad about it. Did Niklaus want a family? Did he longed to be a father like she longed to be a mother? Did he wish for all the things she wished for? It was something that had never talked about before and the thought scared her a bit.

Evangeline hadn't laid with another man but she was scared that Niklaus might think she had, considering he was sure of himself that he could not have children of his own.

As Margaret reached for her shoulder, she asked for a moment alone and Margaret nodded her head, telling she her she was heading back home. When Evangeline finally settled on going home to tell him, she had not expected Katherine to wait for her by the wood and kill her without showing mercy. Her death had been fast and not painful. As if she had fallen into a deep slumber.

When she rose from the dead, Niklaus wasn't here anymore and Margaret was crying for her. By her side. In the room that once belonged to her and Niklaus. The first thing Margaret did was apologise and tell her that she had tried to hold him back but he would not listen. He had fled.

"I am so sorry, my lady," she whispered, unable to hold the tears in. Margaret had cried, thinking she had lost a friend.

"Worry not, Margaret. It is not your fault," she reassured and she smiled but all she wanted to do was cry. Cry until her there were no tears left and all she could do was lay down quietly. "I need—"

"Blood, I know," Margaret said. "He has explained everything. I will take good care of you, my lady."

"Please call me Evangeline."

Evangeline could not die, she could not even wish for death as she was with child. Now that she was reborn as something stronger, she could hear the small heartbeats and she felt herself smiling at it. Then looking up, her blue eyes gazed at the white folded paper on the table. Ignoring Margaret as she muttered about getting some blood; Evangeline rose to her feet and made her way to the letter with shaky legs.

My Dearest Evangeline,
If you are reading this then I am long gone, away from you. Hurting you was never my intention and I cannot let you get hurt because of my rubbish past. I do wish I could be by your side to help you in your darkest moments like I vowed, but it is beyond me.
In the darkest of times, you were my conscience. Your heart was a light, Evangeline and it burnt so very bright for our family.
I promise to you that we will fine each other again when the time will be right.
I love you forever.

And when she put the paper down, the realisation that she had been left infinitely and utterly alone hit her like a truck. Tears streamed down her face as she wished one thing: to turn it off but she could not. Not when she was with child still.

1559,

"One more push, Evangeline!" Margaret pleaded as Evangeline nodded her head, tiredly. Soon enough, cries filled the room and Margaret watched the baby in the doctor's arms. "It's a girl," she whispered.

"A girl?" Evangeline breathed out. "Let me see her."

There was an undeniable bond forming as Evangeline held her daughter close to her skin. The tears streamed down her face and she sighed in relief. Her baby was healthy and in her arms. Despite spending nine months being dead inside, it was as if all the life in her had came back and she felt whole again.

"Alice," she whispered more to herself as she watched her baby. "Alice Farley will be her name."

Later that night, Evangeline had fully recovered and she stood by Margaret's side, "I cannot stay, Maggie," she told her quietly.

The moon shone through the nursery as Margaret gave her a puzzled look but she understood. Evangeline was still grieving and seeing Alice everyday was a sad reminder that Niklaus had left. So, that night, Evangeline stayed by Alice's crib and wrote letters. Each one explaining what happened and what would happen in the future.

Evangeline had planned out a whole life for her—from her young to older years. Alice would learn to read and write, then go to the palace where she would seek for her uncles, and Angel's friends. She would grow up in court, learn the manners that a lady should have and then Evangeline would come back for her.

1570,

Evangeline gasped for air, her fangs leaving the man's neck. She felt a sort of freedom she had never felt before. Evangeline was a free woman, wandering the country. Alice was always in the back of her mind and she counted the years until she would get her back. Though grief never went away. Sometimes, late at night, she would wake up grasping for air as she found herself thinking of the dream she had. They were all the same: Nik leaving her.

1580,

Stepping foot at French court, Evangeline realised lots had changed. Queen Mary had returned to Scotland a year after Evangeline had Alice, and Francis had died. His brother, Charles, had become King and died shortly after as well. Now, Henry was reigning on France. But she doubted that he recalled her--it had been years.

"Sister!" George appeared in her sight, looking as young as ever and the sight of him being so young looking made her jaw fall. "Alice's birthday is in two days."

"I know," Evangeline said. "How is it that you look so young, George?"

He nudged her gently, offering a smile, "I am returning you the question, sweet Angel."

"How?"

"Rebekah," he said quietly, biting his lower lip and she concluded that he had been grieving as well. "It was she who I was fond of. Then, she left."

"Niklaus did too."

"I know," he whispered. "Alice has showed me some letters, begging for answers that I could not give."

"I—I was not ready to be a good mother, George," she admitted shamefully. "I wanted to but I could not."

"Worry not, Angel," he whispered softly, his hand caressing her back and Evangeline realised it had been years since she had felt such a warm contact and had a pleasant conversation with someone. "Now, we shall sail away and discover the world. We have all of our lives to do so."

"What happened to Tobias?"

George sighed, still affected by his death, "The plague took him and his family. You would have loved Elizabeth. She was a kind soul."

Evangeline was taken back by the death of her brother--she felt mostly guitly that she had not been here to ease his pain and she could not help but think that she could have healed him perhaps.

Wordlessly, she followed him through the halls that she had once wandered through every single day. Her heart started beating faster at the thought of seeing Alice, her baby that would be twenty-one in a few days. 

"Uncle George!" Her voice echoed and Evangeline found herself being filled with joy.

George's hand clasped her shoulder in a fatherly manner, "Alice, meet Evangeline Mikaelson, your mother."

Alice stayed still, her eyes swelling with tears as she watched Evangeline. She didn't know how long Alice stared at her until she threw herself against her, wrapping her delicate arms around Evangeline's body and burying her head in the crock of her neck.

For the first time in years, Evangeline was home.

1822,

Evangeline always dreamt of visiting New Orleans—it was always so full of light and people. Alice was there most of the time, she followed her mother throughout the whole and country but she was too strong headed—just like her father. And sometimes, she would go her own way. There was not much Evangeline could do.

Thankfully, Alice had accepted on joining them to New Orleans. 

"Sister, what is it that you're looking for?" George queried, patting her back. George had grown accustomed to the vampire life, he adored the hunting and the killing. "Alice, perhaps?"

"My daughter will be here soon enough," she told him, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. Despite missing her younger years, Evangeline had caught up on everything. "Isn't it beautiful?"

People were having a good time, the music echoed inside every bar as people danced and laughed until dawn. What George did not know was that the city was full of supernatural beings—witches, werewolves, vampires. All of it.

"Surely, sister," he said. "I shall join the crowd and perhaps have a drink or two!" He chuckled, heading outside.

All of a sudden, she gazed over three people from the balcony. They were walking in a bar as they spoke and exchanged smiles. Smiles that were too familiar. Rushing to the bar, she entered the place to see if her mind was not playing some wicked tricks on her. It tended to happen a lot.

Evangeline tip-toed, trying her best to find these people but could not see a thing. Perhaps, she was just imagining them. With a sigh, she turned on her heels and headed back to the hotel where Alice was.

"Mother!" Her eyes sparkled at the sight of Evangeline. "How have I missed you!"

"I am sure you did," Evangeline teased with a smile.

Pulling away from the hug, Alice frowned, "What is it? You look—you look quite shaken up."

"Nothing," she replied with a shrug. "I thought I had seen familiar faces, that is all."

Little did she know, she really saw them that night.

2009,

Mystic Falls, a small town located in Virginia. She had no idea how she ended here, after being alive for four hundred years, she tended to forget where she'd been. And, even more with your emotions off—at some point, during her long and dull life, Evangeline felt hollow as if everything she had ever done or felt did not matter anymore. Evangeline was numb to everything—not one single feeling had been stopping her from killing or hurting someone. Not even Alice.

While she was in Mystic Falls, she met with the Salvatore brothers. There was Stefan, the wise one and then there was Damon, the one she got along perfectly with. Stefan was so moral, always trying to mend things when Damon enjoyed them broken or repaired. He did not care.

What she did not expect was being tied of in a chair, in a dusty cave and being treated like a prisoners, "You being in our town is dangerous," Stefan started and she already laughed. "You hurt people."

"Why do you care so much, Stefan?"

Damon was the one walking out of the shadow, his face perplexed. He approached her, his finger caressing her jaw, "Who made you like this, Angel?"

Angel. The nickname hit a soft spot as she looked up, tears swelling her eyes. Damon moved closer to his brother, whispering a few words that she did not care to listen.

"Oh, Angel?" He repeated as she shook her head the other way. "Is that why you are so calm all of a sudden? Tell me, what happened?"

"Nothing," she whispered.

The memories were trying to break in but she would not let them. Shutting her eyes closed, she breathed out ignoring the tears.

Elena opened the door, holding a few items in her hand, "I found this in her room."

"Was there anything that could make her feel?" Stefan queried.

Elena shrugged, "These pictures were scattered on the desk, there was a diary and that's it. I didn't look for anything more," she told him.

And Evangeline was so grateful to not have let the letter out. If she had brought the letter, Evangeline would have lost it completely. Damon grabbed the notebook and started to read, all he could understand was she had a little brother named George and a daughter who was named Alice Farley.

"Where's Alice?"

"Doing her life," she replied weakly. "After all, she is of age to do anything she wishes for."

"Alice rings a bell," Damon thought for a second. "Oh, I know! Jeremy was talking to her earlier at the Grill."

"It can't be."

"Well, would you like us to call Jeremy and ask him to lure her here? Maybe we can trap her until you decide to feel, Evangeline."

Evangeline did not answer and when she did not, Stefan flipped the pages and stopped on a specific one as he licked his lips, "My dearest Evangeline—"

That was enough to throw Evangeline off the edge, her whole body slumped down on the chair. Her sniffles were the only sound they could hear. Damon hurried to tie her off the chair as she collapsed in his arms. He wrapped his arms around her and Stefan and Elena gaped at them in shock.

"I didn't mean to be bad," Evangeline whispered in his neck. "I just didn't want to feel."

Damon shushed her, bringing her into his room so she could rest. He laid her on his bed, lying next to her so she could cry in his arms. All Damon did was rub her back until the room went deadly quiet and he realised she had fallen asleep crying.

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author's note, ok ok this is a big change from the old book where angel didn't have a child. soooo, yeah? i think i'm excited for it 👣😩