I opened my eyes and was hit with a brown ceiling and an overly bright chandelier. I squinted my eyes as I groaned in pain.

After the duel in which I killed Adolphus, my memory was hazy. I tried to remember.I break Adolphus's major arteries. My knees and energy give out on me.

That means that... I blacked out.

Congratulations on figuring that out!

I was stabbed in my stomach. I remembered that.

I went to lift my shirt and saw that I was wearing a grey oversized shirt that wasn't mine and a pair of black leggings that I recognised as mine. Rafael must have brought the leggings from the cottage. And I had no idea of the shirt.

I lifted my shirt gingerly and saw my torso wrapped in white bandages which had a few flecks of dried blood on them. I had to heal it because I had to be home soon and my mother would realise that I was wounded and would ask for a story. And I wasn't in the mood to make up any lies. Much less say them.

I looked at the neckalace I was wearing and sighed.

It was possible to store energy in any thing. Stones, gems, clothes. You name it. However, the gemstones Zircon and Topaz were very good at keeping energy and not letting it escape.My necklace was made of these gemstones. Four years of storing energy into them and... now I was using to heal myself.

I looked at my necklace and cast the two spells. One to let the energy flow, and the other to stop it when I tell it to.

I healed the wound on my stomach as well as the gash on my forehead. The cut on my cheek was already healed so I just removed the scar. If my mother noticed my other wounds I would just tell her I tripped.

I could heal them but I didn't want to waste too much energy healing myself. I stopped the flow of energy and leaned back my head against the headboard. I hate being stuck in bed.

I had decided to go back to sleep and was going to lay down when the door opened. Freya Mikaelson popped her head through a crack between the door and its' frame. "You're awake." It wasn't a question but I still gave her a 'si' in reply.

She nodded and said "The healers said that you cast spells on yourself that make it impossible to heal you with magic. So," she came and sat on the chair next to me "We had to treat you the human way. I thought I would heal you when you woke up but I see you've already done it yourself." She gestured to my stomach.

I nodded.

"Where'd that brother of yours go?"

No point in treating her with a hell lot of respect outside of school.

Freya frowned. "I don't know. Said he went to get something. He should have been back an hour ago."

She looked anxiously at the door. "What did he need?" I asked her.

"A book. I don't know the name."

"A book about what?"

"Tribrids."

"That reminds me." I said with a frown. "Everyone knows I'm a tribrid now right?"

She sighed, smiled and nodded.

"Agh..." I groaned.

Freya laughed. "Sorry dear."

"Wait a second." I straightened up as I remembered something.

"Am I really his daughter?" I asked Freya.

"If 'his' refers to Niklaus Mikaelson, then yes. That also means that I am your Aunt."

"Ah..."

"Now I understand how I am a tribrid." I paused to scowl at Freya before leaning back against the headrest.

Aunt Freya.

Sounds weird.

"Dear dad is a werewolf and vampire hybrid. And unless my mom was a witch I think that side comes from my... grandmother. Esther Mikaelson."

I spared my Aunt a glance and saw her looking no... glaring at the chandelier.

"I'm not sure myself. You're mother...she was a witch. Your father loved her and...she died giving birth to you." She looked at me. I didn't say a word. Just waited for her to go on.

"Your father didn't leave you because he believed you killed her." She turned her gaze to me. Her green eyes oddly piercing. As if she could see through my soul.

"Your father...my brother, he left you because there were too many enemies of his. You were in great danger. There were witch hunters and his personal enemies. They had to be killed. It took us really long. We actually got rid of them four years ago. Your adoptive parents were originally situated in Belgium eventhough they were originally from Italy. When we left you with them... we hadn't anticipated that they would leave the country. We had no possesions of yours to track you and eventhough there was a tracking spell on you it didn't work. A few days ago Elijah suggested Italy because your parents were originally from there. And by a stroke of fate...you were here."

My throat felt dry. I had a father who spent twelve years killing his enemies for me. My father here though, I barely saw him.

And a mother. My mother had doted on me. She loved me a lot. But my birth mother, she was dead before I even knew her. Before I could get to know her.

I decided I had to say something to Freya.

"The tracking spell was my fault. Once I realised that there was a tracking spell on me I removed it." I didn't look at her as I said it. I felt like I shouldn't have removed the spell. That it was a mistake. That I was a mistake.

After a moment of silence I felt my hands being grabbed. I knew it was only Freya but I still tensed up.

"Anyone in your position would have done the same. Even I would have Don't blame yourself." 

Her nod was gentle but her eyes were firm.

I nodded back at her while my eyes prickled with tears which I tried to hold back.

Freya's hands came up and wiped the tears that escaped my eyes. She came closer and kissed my forehead the same way my mother did.

And that was all it took for the tears to stop.

"Wa- water." I stuttered out and she immediately poured me a glass.

My hands were shaking and I didn't trust myself to hold the glass without dropping it. So I let the water flow down my throat with my powers.

It eliminated the thirst felt from crying. Freya came and sat on the bed next to me and hugged me. I felt sleepy.

Suddenly the door burst burst open and Freya and I leaped apart. Any trace of sleepiness in me vanished and my fighting instincts kicked in. I sat up and growled.

It was just Kol Mikaelson. He was panting a bit and I wondered how far he had run to pant. He was a vampire after all.

He looked at Freya and me "Did I interrupt something?"

I looked at Freya and she stared back at me with the same wide eyes.

I answered. "Yes - no - wait, yes - no, no."

I blinked like an owl feeling like an Idiot as they laughed.

"Ah go to hell both of you." I muttered while crossing my arms across my chest with a scowl.Then a second voice came behind them.

"Am I interupting something?"

Niklaus Mikaelson looked confused. Freya and Kol stopped laughing, looked at each other and then went on laughing.

A sigh and a wry smile later I replied "Not much. Just their laughter." I gestured at them with my head, dipping my chin at them.

He nodded thoughtfully and stared at me. After a minute of his staring I said"Okay. I know I'm gorgeous but staring is rude."

He straightened up and said "I wasn't staring."

"I'm not blind you know."

He rolled his eyes.

I decided to change the subject "Freya said that you needed some book on tribrids."

"Yes."

"Well, You won't find them in any public library. My private library on the other hand..."

"You're completely healed right?"

"Yep."

"Lead the way please."