PROLOGUE
THE ORIGINALS
SEASON ONE

For a thousand years my family has lived on this earth, been apart of histories greatest moments. They've traveled, met friends, made enemies. Fell in love, and started wars and ended them. They've watched empires be built and watched even some burn. Their some of the worlds oldest people. That is because they're vampires. So am I, but like my uncle, I'm much more. While my uncle, Niklaus, is a vampire-werewolf hybrid. I am a witch-vampire hybrid. The first in the world. My power is a blessing but also a curse.

I've watched my family get trapped in boxes, hunted like animals, burned at the stake, be threatened a thousand times over and come out of it all on top. Well a few of us did. We are the Original Family. The World's first vampires. We were family, and no matter what family protects family. We love each other unconditionally; no matter how many time uncle Nik threatens to dagger them. Our family was always and forever. Family above all. "Family is power." My uncle Elijah once said. He's the noble one, the one that always sticks to his word; for the most time that is.

My family is crazy. Psychotic, paranoid, murderous. But that was my family. That's how it's always been. My father, Finn Mikaelson, fell at the hands of a hunter; Matt Donovan. He's a boy who lives in our home town. He killed my father when he was only undaggered for a few weeks. I never really got to see my dad after we turned; being as he was stuck in a box. He crossed his siblings, went behind their backs (and mine) to help their mother, my grandmother, Esther, and rid the world of vampires forever. They stopped him and he fled for a while before coming back to try and talk to me. I forgave him. After all, he is my father. When the group after my family, they killed my father. They wanted to see if the spell that linked us was broken; it was. He was killed and then about 24 hours later, so was the people he turned into vampires. They were all dead and so was he. It broke my heart; the man who raised me, dead. He was my father, my family and then just like that, in front of my eyes, he was dead.

My mother before I was born, was the most powerful witch theis world had seen, besides my grandmother of course. She put a spell on me, to make me stay a witch forever until my death. So when I was killed to start the transition to a vampire, my powers left, but when I awoke and drank the doppelgangers blood, somehow they came back. I knew it was the doing of my mother, Maria. She always was protecting me, even after she had passed. I was 14 at the time. 3 years before I had turned. Her death broke me, just like my father's death. They were my favorite people in the world. Now they're both gone.

My family goes,, Finn, my father, Elijah, Niklaus, Kol, Rebekah, and Henrik. And then me, Naomi. I was a few months older than Henrik. He was killed when he and Nik went to go watch the wolves one night. It broke my grandmothers heart and after that she, Esther, and Mikael, my grandfather, decided to turn us all. A little after my father was killed, my uncle, Kol, was killed by another hunter and the doppelganger; Jeremy and Elena Gilbert. They took the lives of my father and uncle. I almost killed them but was stopped by Klaus and Caroline.

For centuries, my family has spent years fighting one another, saving one another and loving one another. We are Mikaelson's and we don't back down from a fight. Ever.

And that's why after almost a century, my family is going back to the one city we watched burn to the ground; New Orleans.

I really feel like that was a terrible prologue lol. Please comment guys, I'd truly appreciate it. Thanks.

~Erin.