The Other Mikaelson
Chapter 1
Hi guys! I have decided to change up my story 'The Other Salvatore' and write one with an additional Mikaelson!
If you haven't already read 'The Other Salvatore' I am going to be turning Bella into an original vampire. I haven't really read many stories like this, but it's a storyline I really hope you enjoy.
I don't know how far this will go, maybe two or three chapters depending on the response I get.
So, on we go with the first chapter…
Bella POV
Today marked the day. As I sat on the pristine couch in the home I shared with my family, I pondered what it would have been like if I had never ran. I thought back to the day I ran from my life, from my family, I thought about what my life would be like if I had never ran away from my family home when my mother first turned me and my siblings. Would I still be with my family? Would I have found love with Edward, or someone else? I didn't know the answer to my questions, but I knew one thing for sure. I couldn't bring myself to regret leaving. I did, for almost a millennium, but then I got my beautiful daughter, Renesmee, and I couldn't bring myself to feel guilty anymore. I couldn't bring myself to feel guilty because if I had never ran, and left my family, I would never have had my daughter, or Edward.
As I sat there pondering, on the anniversary of the day I was changed by my mother, I thought of what would have happened if I had stuck by my family. My big brothers Niklaus, Elijah, Kol and Finn. Oh how I missed them, even after one thousand years. My eldest brother Finn, I remembered how he and Kol used to fight, either between each other or a boy in the village who had dared to talk to Rebekah or I. My brother Elijah, I still held the most fondest memories of him. Since the minute I was born, he was the one I had been most attached to, and it remained that way until I ran. My other brother Niklaus, even after all this time, I still remember the smirk that used to cross his face. Many of the memories have faded slightly over time, but the memories of him comforting Rebekah and I when our parents weren't around was the memory that stuck out the most. Finally, my last brother Kol. I remember he used to have the best outlook on life, he was a joker for the majority of his life, but he was still my brother. Then there was my sister, Rebekah. As we are only one year apart in age, we were the closest. We were sisters in every way, we would protect each other, fight for each other, but mostly, we could be there for each other one hundred percent.
"Momma?" I was broke out of my daydream by my daughter. I shook my head to rid myself of the thought before I looked down at her. She was perched on the couch beside me, a stuffed animal clutched in her hand.
"You okay, sweetie?" I ran my hand through her bronze curls as I asked. She grinned and nodded.
"I'm okay, momma. Daddy told me not to come in here and disturb your thoughts." She looked cautiously at the door leading into the garage, I quickly realised that Edward must be in the garage.
"You came in anyway huh?" I smiled when she looked up at me shyly through her eyelashes.
"Maybe." She muttered, directing her attention to the television.
"You are every bit your mother, Renesmee Cullen." Edward called out as he walked out of the garage.
"It's okay, you were just worried about Momma weren't you, baby?" I looked down at Renesmee and she nodded. Shooting a grin at her father.
"You okay?" Edward asked as he sat down beside me.
"I'm fine." I smiled slightly, running my hand through Renesmee's hair. I sighed and moved closer to Edward, putting my head on his shoulder.
We sat that way for what felt like hours. after a few minutes of sitting in the same position, Renesmee started to fidget so she wandered off to find Jasper with hopes he would play chess with her.
"You're thinking about your brothers and your sister?" He enquired quietly. I sighed and nodded.
"Yeah, its kind of hard not to on this day of the year. Each year goes by, and I still can't be brave enough to find them, or to figure out whether they are still alive. How long it's been since I've seen them, and I hate myself for being happy knowing how I left things with them. Like, do they even know I'm alive?" I spoke quickly, Edward remained quiet, knowing I had more to say.
"I mean, do I track them down, or do I leave them to get on with their lives. What do I do Edward?"
"You need to do whatever you feel is right love. You may have left back then, but I have no shadow of a doubt that you will all find your way back to each other one day." He spoke quietly, kissing my forehead. I closed my eyes and leant closer to my husband.
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One year had passed and I was in the exact same position. Like every other year in the last millennium, I had thought about tracking down my family and backed out at the last moment, too scared to face them.
"Bella!" I jumped when I heard Alice's voice echo through the house. I moved to stand up and stopped when she sped into the living room, Jasper on her heels.
"Alice, you okay?" I got to my feet and rushed to her side. Her brow was furrowed and she took a step backwards to steady herself.
"Alice?" I asked again, alarmed.
"There's a witch." She muttered. I furrowed my eyebrows and lead her over to the couch with Jasper's help.
"What do you mean, Ali?" Jasper asked her, sitting at her side.
"All I saw was someone chanting, a map and Bella." Alice sighed and closed her eyes, trying to collect other pieces of the vision.
"Why is there a witch looking for us?" Jasper asked, obviously confused.
"I have no idea. What do…" I was interrupted when Alice gasped and her eyes clouded over.
We waited, and after a few seconds the rest of the family joined us, waiting for Alice to come out of the vision. Finally, she gasped, she reached forward and pushed everything off the coffee table, the only things that remained was a piece of paper and a pencil.
We waited for Alice to draw what she had seen, hoping it would give us the slightest inkling to what was going on.
"Who is that?" Alice tilted her head as she observed her completed drawing. I stood up, shocked. I moved cautiously towards the drawing and picked it up.
"Sweetheart, are you okay?" I heard Esme's motherly tone behind me, but the words to respond to her question wouldn't form.
The drawing showed me something. Something I knew was coming. The drawing showed one thing, one person. I recognised him immediately, he hadn't changed a day since I had last seen him, except for the suit. The drawing showed a man, an original vampire, a man that I would never forget in my life.
"Love?" Edward spoke cautiously, moving to my side.
"Elijah." I muttered. Slowly bending down and putting the drawing back on to the coffee table.
"What?" I heard Emmett speak behind me.
"They knew I was alive." I cried.
"They are coming for me." I cried again, tears of pure joy streaming down my face.
Edward said nothing as I stepped into his arms.
So, that is chapter one. Very short, I know, but I will be back very soon with the Mikaelson perspective of the story! See y'all soon!
Louisaxo