Adopted Mikaelson

Chapter 1

I started watching Originals and loved Elijah's character. I thought of this fanfic and loved the idea I came up with. Also, I did some research of the times.

I was waiting in the large living room for my father. We lived in a huge house, a place others would call a mansion, but it really was just an ancestor's house. A house that's been in the family for generations. We weren't rich or anything like that, the name was just old. I lived here for all of my 17 years of life and with my older brother, James.

It was March 4, 1940. War has been going on in Europe, but it hasn't effected us much. We haven't joined it and I don't know if we will join the war effort. As I was born in 1925, I remembered the major depression, which started in '29 and just ended last year.

It was only me, my father and brother in this big place as my mother died when I was 11 and my brother was 13. The living room had a fireplace with two couches on either side of it toward the middle of the room and two arm chairs facing the fireplace. After that there was a table behind the couches, a long table with a glass top and brass legs with detailed carved ends. One of our oldest pieces of furniture.

I was tucked in the armchair to the right of the fireplace, reading a book.

I heard a loud voice I knew all too well. "James! Julian! Come here!"

Yes, my name does sound like it belongs to a man, but my father wanted it. I was actually named after his older brother Julian because I was thought to be a boy a first and he was too stubborn to change it. I didn't care either way. You grow up with a name and you don't care. I liked Uncle Julian, he was a happy man, armed with a witty sense of humor and charming grin.

James was coming from the hall, nervous to hurry to our father. "Come on, Jules."

James wasn't a nervous man, but our father always made him so. I stood, smoothing down the skirt I wore. I wore a button-down blouse and long skirt. The shirt light blue and the skirt black. I always hated these things, but my father would've busted a vein to see me in trousers. My brown hair was loose with a slight wave to it and came to below my shoulders.

I walked with James to the front of the house. It had a staircase past the door with a long open space from the door to the staircase. There were two nicely dressed men there standing with their father.

James had pale blond hair and brown eyes like our late mother. I had my father's brown hair and deep blue eyes, sometimes I was told they almost looked black at times. Except my father's hair was greying at the temples and sides. He was a stern man, the last 6 years, turning his laugh lines into scowling lines.

The men at the door looked young, the younger one James' age with dark blond curly hair and pale colored eyes. The other one looked older with darker hair and brown eyes like James, but not like it so I would think they're related. They were both dressed in a three piece suit and for a moment I feared father was trying to find a suitor, but then realized he wouldn't need James here too if that was the case. It wasn't as though I was opposed to marrying at some point, but I wanted to choice, maybe go to college if I was able.

I realized my book was still under my arm. My father said. "These are my children, James, my son and Julian, my daughter."

I saw the younger man's eyebrow quirk up and felt my ears burn red as I shifted awkwardly on my feet. I had to know that was aimed at me. My father didn't notice, but his older friend seemed to. He smiled at the both of us. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Elijah Michaelson and this is my brother Niklaus Mikaelson."

I nodded my head, not saying anything. James walked forward with a smile. "Nice to meet you, as my father said, James Masters."

Father said. "I work with the both of them, they will be with me in the sitting room. Julian."

I glanced at him warily. "Yes, Father?"

James was sending me a look which I ignored. Father said. "Bring beverages in the Sitting Room."

I clenched my jaw at what sounded like an order, like I was his servant. "Yes, Father."

I turned on my heel, walking away. I went into the cabinet in the kitchen, grabbing his scotch and three glasses. I walked in the Sitting Room. It had a large oval table with chairs surrounding it. I went to place it by him and leave, but he said. "Julian."

I stared at him and he looked back at me, face stern. I nodded silently. I poured the drink into the glasses and put them by the brothers, who sat next to each other. I remembered the book I had and wished I could read it. Not be standing here, I wasn't a maid nor a servant. Father said it was to ready myself for a husband or something like that.

Suddenly Niklaus said, in amused tone. "I don't mean to overstep, but this is private business. Not meant to be spoken around young girls."

I stiffened in anger at that, not willing to be talked down to because of my age or sex, being treated like a child. I looked at him and realized he was giving me an out, a way to leave.

Father waved a hand. "Your right. Julian, leave."

I sent a smile toward the younger brother of the two, one my father couldn't see and took my leave out of the room. I didn't wish to anger my father, no one in their right mind would. I went back to the living room, taking the paper from the living room and noticing the creases on certain parts of the paper, which meant he read it already.

I took with me to the front door, where I sat on the small rocking bench connected by chains. I stayed on the end and opened it, reading it through. It talked about the war, about what the Japanese were doing to the Chinese. I was filled with horror just reading it. I wasn't like most females, who would gasp at the smallest thing, but this was horrifying.

I read it through though, I was never going to be called uneducated about the world around me. After the war information, it talked about more local things, things that are happening in Nashville, Tennessee.

I settled in the bench, more comfortably than before. Time passed quickly and before I knew it, the two brothers were coming out of the house. They didn't say anything to me, though the older one did smile slightly.

/ / / / /

Over the next couple of weeks, James was busy. He was getting into one of the top universities of the state. He wasn't home much, so it was just me and my father. I did my best to be doing chores and or reading while staying away from him.

He was also very busy now and his two partners were coming to the house, they visited frequently to talk with him, sometimes with other people.

I, myself was just finishing my last year of high school. I was happy for that, I was almost done my mandatory schooling and thinking about going to a secondary school, university or the like.

There was an knock on the door and I was currently sitting on the steps, reading, so I heard it. I rolled my eyes and stood, opening the door. This time it was only the oldest brother. He smiled at me kindly. "Hello, Miss Masters."

I moved aside, nodding my head. "Mr. Mikaelson, my father is in his study. You know where that is, right?"

He asked me. "If you wouldn't mind, would you take me there?"

I felt my mouth twitch in annoyance, but nodded again. "Yes, sir."

Mr. Mikaelson followed me until he was walking at my side, toward the study. "You like to read?"

I said with a smile. "Yes, sir. It's what I like to do to pass the time."

We turned another corner, only about a couple of minutes away from his study.

He made a humming sound in the back of his throat. "I see, if I may suggest, Art of War is a very good read, difficult, but interesting."

I looked up to him with a frown. "Difficult?"

He smiled. "It can be, but I believe you can handle it."

My eyes widened in surprise at what he said. I felt my face burn. No ever complimented me on anything I've done. As my father says, there was nothing worth complimenting yet.

I bowed my head. "Thank you, sir."

"It is no problem for me, thank you."

I realized we were at my father's study. He went inside and I went to look for the book he told me about.

/ / / / / / / /

I finished high school three weeks ago and I was now 18. James was 20 and hasn't been home in a while.

The business men of my father still came by and the thing that changed was that Elijah talked to me about books and what not.

That was another thing, I remembered when I started to call him by his first name.

Mr. Mikaelson was waiting for my father while his brother was somewhere else as was mine. He was talking about a book from the 1500's that he found in his travels before he came here. My father told me he came from New Orleans, Louisiana.

I was awed by it, I was still 17 at the time, but I was awed like I was 12 years old again. I smiled. "That's great, Mr. Elijah!"

I then flushed red when I said that, I sounded like a child. "I-I'm-"

Elijah chuckled. "That's alright, Miss Masters."

I scowled at the ground. "I'm sorry."

Elijah said. "Like I said, it's alright. If it'll make you feel better, I could call you Miss Julian instead."

I nodded shyly. "That's fine, Mr. Elijah."

I shook my head at the memory, I wasn't as shy around him as I was before. Which meant I didn't get embarrassed about being excited about some of the things he told me from his travels and book knowledge.

Then on May 26, 1942, I had gotten the worst news I've ever gotten and even worse than when I heard about my mother's death. The United States joined the war a couple of months ago and many boys and men were going to war. You could see them in their uniforms.

I was working in one of those war factories by helping and working with the workers building the military aircraft. It was very fast paced and draining. I didn't mind it too much. I was walking home, clad in blue pants, tucked into a button down of the same color and sturdy black boots, the blue billed cap tucking in my hair.

I pulled the cap and my hair fell to my shoulders. I waved at a couple of the people I work with. It is mostly females as the men were fighting in the war. Susan Reynolds, a 28 year old woman, who's husband was at war and she had a 5 year old son. She asked. "And how is everything, dear?"

I grinned. "Fine, my brother is still away to college, you know. I actually like working in the factory."

She laughed. "With how young you are, sure thing. Have a good day, Julian."

She made a right and I waved at her, walking toward my house. Another girl my age, around 21 was walking with me, she was Michelle Green and she mostly worked to support her family. She asked. "What's going on with you?"

I shrugged, hands shoved in my pockets. "Nothing much, you know how it is."

Michelle shook her head. "Yeah, I'm tired. Going to sleep."

I laughed, grinning at her. "Don't sleep through your shift."

She rolled her eyes with a smile. "Yeah, yeah. See you later."

About 10 minutes later, I arrived at my home, opening the door and closing it behind. I jumped in surprise to see Mr. Mikaelson and Elijah standing by the stairs, rare serious looks on their faces.

I asked. "Mr. Elijah? Is there something wrong?"

I saw a raised eyebrow from his younger brother, but Elijah said. "I'm afraid so, we're waiting for your father."

My father showed up. "Sorry I'm late. Was there something you needed? I know we didn't schedule a meeting."

Mr. Mikaelson stepped forward. "Howard, we received news of an death at Nashville State and saw who it was."

I froze, staring at him in disbelief. He went on. "It's was your son, he was drained of blood and attacked by a wild animal."

I furrowed my eyes at his look, the only thing I could focus on. He didn't look upset at all, he looked almost bored. Sure, his face look grieved, but his eyes shone with boredom.

My father looked at me for what seemed like the first time. "Julian…go upstairs." He turned toward the two gentleman. "Thank you for telling me."

My father then turned to me, and I stared right back. His stare hardened into a glare. "Julian, upstairs now."

I stiffened, my hands clenched at my sides. "No."

He blinked at me. "What?"

I shook my head, feeling myself swallow in worry and forgetting the other two were there. "I want…I want to hear about what happened to James."

I saw his neck redden. "Julian…"

I shook my head firmly. "No, Father."

He looked like he was about to yell, but then took a deep breath, looking at the brothers. "Sorry, is that all?"

Mr. Mikaelson eyes looked bored, but there were alight in some sort of fury. My father didn't see it, I did though and I was lost as to why. Elijah did too and he placed his hand on his brother's shoulder, steering him back.

Elijah bowed his head slightly. "We're sorry for your loss."

In a matter of time, they were both gone in moments. I leaned against the wall, my eyes burning with tears.

The door shut and I heard a barked. "Julian Masters!"

I looked up, feeling like my head would snap if I looked up any faster. "What?"

He roared. "How dare you- "

I put a hand on my chest, standing up straight angrily. "How dare I? My brother just died! I have the right-"

"When I tell you to do something, you do it!"

I snapped. "I have the right to make my own decisions, sir!"

I raised my eyebrows at him from my mocking tone. His face purpled. "Why I outta-"

I stormed forward beyond angry. "What, huh?"

A blow to my cheek shocked me and I stumbled back at the pain. He thundered. "If you don't like my rules, get out."

I stared at him in disbelief. I opened my mouth a couple of times, but nothing came out. I said stiffly. "Fine."

I walked away from him, up the stairs and into my room in a quick moment. I grabbed whatever clothes I could fit, shoving them in a duffle, the money I had from working and one of my favorite books, the Art of War, the one Elijah introduced to me.

I grimaced at the weight, shoving it on my shoulder, clad still in my work uniform. I would have to sleep outside for the night, worry about lodging after work tomorrow.

I walked down stairs, my head held high. I was finally escaping. My father stopped me short. He was leaning against the wall, looking as unkempt as I ever seen him. His normally neat hair was in disarray, his face was ashen pale and pulled into grief.

He looked up when he saw me. "Julian…"

I said stiffly. "Father, I'm leaving."

He shook his head. "I didn't mean to…hurt you. I promised you I wouldn't do that again."

I said coldly. "And here we are, Father."

His lips thinned. "Your brother would've forgiven me."

I winced at that. "And that is why you never would lay a hand on him."

His saw tightened, but he looked like he didn't have the energy to yell or holler at me. I walked past him and he whispered something. I stopped. "What?"

He said, a little louder. "Your mother and your brother, I lost them both."

We did. His words made me clench my jaw in anger. He chuckled bitterly when saw my look. "Too much like me you are, my dear."

I felt my own face flush in anger. "I am nothing like you!"

He just shook his head, slumping his shoulders. I don't know if it is because of everything he put me through, I was just turning into a cold monster who lost her feeling and kindness or whatever, but I didn't care, not anymore anyway.

He whispered something else. I don't know what made me stay back once more. I asked forcefully. "What?"

He spoke in a normal tone. "It's should've been you, not them."

I stiffened straight at that, staring at him. I knew he loved my brother more, knew he changed because of my mother's death, but what's he's saying…

I sighed deeply, saying in a tired tone. "Goodbye, Father."

Then I walked out.

/ / / / / / / /

I could've walked a mile or three. I didn't know, I was lost in my thoughts. I had nowhere to go and I was not a fool, I knew a young girl sleeping outside was not the smartest plan, but I had no choice.

Eventually, I found a park bench and sat down, shoving my head in my hands. I put my bag on the bench next to me. I put my face in my hands and cried finally, lost and in pain. I lost my brother, my father and my home in 5 minutes, then again, I haven't really had my father in a long time, not since I was 12.

But my brother, I loved him. He should've watched for me as he was the oldest but it wasn't like that. I watched out for him. Protected him from Father and others. He knew it. I knew it. I loved him so much and he was gone. Taken away from me by some animal attack! It was horrid.

I wiped my face to rid it of the tears, snot and other nasty fluids. I wiped my hands on my pants, rubbing my sore eyes afterwards.

"Miss Julian?"

My head snapped up and my shoulders cringed in fear at the male voice. It was Elijah though and his brother wasn't in sight. He was dressed in a white button down, tie and black suit, the jacket open. It was how he usually looked. His brother Niklaus dressed nice, but more casual.

I gaped, shuttering. "E-Elijah…"

I was so shocked, I didn't use the mister I usually used on his name. It didn't seem to bother him. "Are you alright?"

My eyes widened. "I-I…"

I then blurted out everything, what happened when they left, the fight and me leaving, after what my father told me, how he wanted it to be me instead.

He listened to me steadily. His eyes were darkening into anger as I explained. A different look then his brother, Elijah's anger was calmer to me, but felt no less dangerous than the feel of his brother's explosive anger that seemed to bubble from him.

I gulped and said in a small voice, a voice I haven't used since I was young. "Do you think he's right?"

He frowned and then crouched down, so he was eye level with me. "What? Do you believe your brother feels this way?"

I flushed slightly, knowing the answer right away. "No, he wouldn't."

He placed a hand on my shoulder. "Then you shouldn't believe it either, Julian."

He stood up and held his hand out to me. "I know you don't know me too well, but can you trust me enough to come with me. I don't feel comfortable leaving you alone out here."

I thought about it for a moment, but felt like I could trust him. "Okay."

I grabbed his hand to show him my trust and he pulled me up, grabbing my duffle. I followed him, letting go of his hand, walking by his side.

/ / / / / / / /

Niklaus Mikaelson was an interesting person. Now that he was away from my father and whatever business they did, he didn't want me calling his by his surname, his lip curled into a snarl every time I did it on instinct.

I was to calm him Niklaus or just Klaus. I didn't want any trouble so, I usually went by one of the two names. He was also a different person than before. His real personality it seemed was more sarcastic than before, his quips and humor amusing until it was aimed at myself.

Elijah was kind as he was before and I gotten to calling him by his name without the mister. It was just strange now that I was living in his home. Speaking of that, his home was a decent place out in the country away from everyone else.

It had 5 bedrooms, three bathrooms, a kitchen, basement and a sitting room. It was comfortable and I liked it.

It was a couple of days later from when Elijah found me on that park bench. I was thinking between my father and brother these days. If I should've left the way I did, if I could have protected my brother even at the expense of my own life.

I shook my head in disbelief at these thoughts. My brother's death came to a surprise. I didn't know and couldn't shadow him until old age. My father was losing it, I knew that wouldn't be the first time he hit me and he might've killed me if he was given the chance and caught into his rage.

It didn't stop the guilt much thought, even when I thought of it logically.

Also, after a week of me sitting around, I first figured out how vindictive and cruel Niklaus could be.

Elijah was hiding something from me and I didn't know what it was. Elijah was busy, doing some errands in town. I was reading some of the older, well-worn books they had. Niklaus sat across from me, smiling a smile that put my hair on end. I looked up and smiled nervously. "Yes?"

He had a newspaper in his hands. "You said you would like to know about what my dear brother is hiding from you, correct?"

I nodded, my eyes sharp. "Yes, I did. Do you know?"

I ignored whatever judgement that was telling me to leave. He placed the paper in front of me, on top of the old book. "Here."

I picked it up greedily, reading through the first page and stopped in shock at the words and picture on the front of a familiar man. It was my father. I read the headline.

'Howard Masters Commits Suicide After Son's Death and Daughter Missing'.

I felt my face go white and my hands tremble on the paper. I looked up at him and saw the smirk and gleam in his eyes. "W-why would you show me this?"

He raised his eyebrows. "I just thought you should know."

I looked at him horrified. I placed the newspaper down and stared at the headline. I looked back up at Niklaus and felt anger stir in my stomach at his enjoyment about this. I glared with a scowl. I stood up in rage. "Niklaus!"

He waved a finger. "I'd be careful if I was you, Little Julie."

I stiffened my shoulders in rage. His eyes narrowed slightly, betraying his easy going look as what it was, a façade. I heard the door open, but didn't look, keeping my eyes on Niklaus.

I heard Elijah's voice. "What's going on? Julian? Niklaus?"

He walked over and suddenly stood between me and his brother. He looked down at the paper. He sighed. "Niklaus."

Niklaus just leaned back in his chair. "If you do want your little friend to stay, you should tell her the truth."

I turned to Elijah. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He looked at me. "I was going to tell you on my own time. Niklaus would be right. What killed your brother wasn't an animal, but a vampire."

I stared at him, before snorting loudly, sitting down. "Okay."

Elijah fixed me with a look. "I'm not and wouldn't lie to you."

I sighed. "I know that-but vampires?"

Niklaus clapped his hands. "And the best part is, me and my dear brother are also vampires."

My eyes widened. "You are?!"

I stumbled back in shock and alarm. Elijah rolled his eyes. "You couldn't ease into that, could you?"

He sent Elijah a sarcastic smile. I asked. "You-you killed my brother?"

Niklaus rolled his eyes. "Do you really think we'd be housing you if we killed your brother?"

I scowled deeply at him, I was not liking Niklaus, not one bit. Elijah put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed it. "There is more going on that you know. Why don't you get some sleep as it's late and we'll talk tomorrow."

I opened my mouth to object, but Elijah fixed me with a look only an older guardian or sibling could harbor. I shrugged. I moved away from them. "Fine, I'm tired anyway."

I moved away and into the room I slept in, ignoring Niklaus' mocking wave.

After that night, nothing was the same ever again.

Yeah, so I wrote another story. I always seen Marcel from Originals, so I felt like giving Elijah something like that.