So I've been dying to get this out, I had this story for so long in my computer. I only own Talia. And yes, this involves incest but not in the gross way. You'll see

Chapter 1: Of Blood and Magic

The clap of thunder awakened Esther and she felt a surge of power ran coursing through her veins. Her hand flied to her stomach and she felt them. The feeling of joy and excitement sent smile to her face as she woke her husband, Mikael.

"Love, wake up. The babies are coming," she said happily. She had never felt like this, the excitement that rushed in her body, and the presence of magic that surrounded her. She felt wonderful. "Love," she shook her husband body and he was finally up. "Get Ayanna," she urged and the realization of having his twins fully wakened him up from his sleepiness. His first twins. It is truly a blessing from the Gods.

Mikael got up from the bed and slid on his tunic and kissed Esther's temple. He called out his eldest son, Finn who wakened his brother Elijah to help their mother. Finn grabbed a clean cloth and a basin of warm water with Elijah trailing behind him, unsure of what to do. Finn had done this when Niklaus was born and he viewed it as his responsibility to care for his mother.

The thunder crashed, hitting the tree, producing a loud noise that startled the sleeping Niklaus and he began to cry. Elijah, having nothing to do quickly went to comfort his little brother. The wind howled, slamming the windows opened and blew off the candles that lit the room. The little Niklaus began to cry at the darkness and Esther lit the candles again with her magic. She felt the snap pain in her lower stomach and grunted in pain, and Finn quickly held his mother in worry.

"Esther?" The sound of his father's voice ceased any worries that Finn had. "The thunderstorm is as worst as-" he stopped in mid-sentence remembering the birth of Elijah and he felt pride welling in his chest. They believed the thunders are a sign from the God of Thunder, Thor himself, welcoming the birth of his son to this realm.

"He's a strong one," he said to himself as another clap of thunder was heard.

"Yes, he is," Ayanna said, approaching Esther. "Can you feel it? Their magic?" Ayanna whispered to Esther and Esther smiled despite the pain.

"Yes, their magic is strong," Esther said. Finn hasn't been able to tap into his gift yet, although he had been eager to learn as he did when Freya was still with them. Even when Esther first had Freya, she didn't feel this kind of magic at her birth.

"Are you ready?" Ayanna asked Esther and Esther smiled.

"They are," she said and grunted as she felt the contraction. Then, it was chaos. The sound of thunder crashed the cries of pain coming from Esther, and Ayanna's urge for Esther to push.

"I see his head," Ayanna said and Esther's hold on her hand tightened as she mustered all of her energy to push. "There he is, keep pushing," Ayanna urged and with all her might, she pushed again. "We have him," Ayanna announced, tightening the umbilical cord and took the knife and cut it. She wrapped the baby boy in a cloth and handed it over to Mikael.

"He's quiet," Mikael said. It isn't a good sign, he thought before he realized something. "He's not breathing," he said, panic clawed to his thought. Ayanna turned to him and placed a hand over his heart before she heard Esther cried in pain. "Go help her," Mikael said firmly as he started to pray to the Gods to give his son life. "Come on, boy, I know you are a strong one," he whispered, placing two fingers on the baby's chest and pressed it firmly but gently.

The wind howled and the thunder clapped, and the room turned into complete darkness. Mikael almost cussed under his breath when he felt a strong grip on his hand. His son. With that, the newborn son of the Mikaelson cried, his voice was loud and clear, ringing in the darkness. The candles were lit and Ayanna and Mikael glanced around. He saw the look of amazement in the witch's face and look at his newborn son. Esther's cries brought both attentions to the woman in labor again and Ayanna said something that surprised Mikael.

"She's coming," Ayanna announced and Mikael lifted his head to the dark skinned witch.

"She?" he asked, surprised, meeting Esther's eyes and she smiled through the pain.

"Yes, we're having a daughter," Esther said finally and Mikael felt his eyes welled up in happiness. After the loss of Freya, he had been miserable and withdrawn from his family. Until Niklaus was born, when the little child had grabbed his finger and looked up at him with the same blue eyes as Freya had, that was the first time he felt a tug in his heart. The blue eyed baby boy had brought a smile to his face on the day of his birth.

And now, to have another daughter after Freya…no wonder his wife had been so happy and secretive about the gender of the babies. The news of him having twins had made him happier and now he had been even more happy, if it was possible, knowing he would have another daughter.

The cry of his newborn daughter was heard and Esther sighed in relief. Her birth hadn't been painful at all. With that, the strong howling of wind ceased immediately and light rain started to pour down. The sound of the rain and the sound of her cries mixed together creating a symphony and Esther was handed her first daughter after Freya. The baby girl cried, her arms waving searching for warmth and Esther cooed, smiling in great happiness.

Mikael knelt down next to her and placed their son in her arms. The boy's hand searched for his twin and at his touch, her cries stopped and a peaceful smile decorated her lips.

"They are beautiful," Mikael said, kissing Esther on her forehead and cheeks and nose, and Esther grinned. She hadn't seen Mikael this happy after losing Freya.

"What would you name them?" she asked and he stared at his son, who stared back at him in wonder.

"Kol would be a strong name for a strong boy," he said, remembering how his son had come to life as the darkness engulfed them.

"And the girl?" Esther asked.

"What would you name her?" Mikael asked and Esther was surprised. The custom had been the father naming the children but Mikael had known how happy this daughter made her.

"Talia," she said and Mikael stared at the peaceful rain outside the window and nodded.

"Kol Mikaelson and Talia Mikaeldottir, may the Gods blessed them," he said and Esther kissed her babies' temples lovingly.

Southampton - October, 2010

A thousand years later, I stared outside the window, not flinching when the thunder hit the ground. I remembered the story my mother and father would tell us when I had been afraid of the thunderstorms.

They had said on the night of our birth, it was a heavy thunderstorm hitting the village. And as soon as I was born, the thunders had ceased and only rain started to pour down lightly. And not long after that, the sun would rise and they could see the dews on the leaves glistening like crystals. That had been how my mother decided to name me, Talia with the meaning of dew of Gods.

A thousand years later, I had stopped being afraid of the thunders. It took centuries for me to overcome my fear, even after I had become a vampire. But thunderstorms had brought me emotional pain as it reminded me of my dear Kol.

Kol had always been the one who had held me when the thunder began. Even when he was out hunting with father, when the skies darkened and lightning was seen he would drop everything and quickly ran home to ensure I hadn't known fear. He would hold me until the thunderstorm ceased and would continue to hold me until the rain stopped. I closed my eyes as my heart yearned for his touch.

"I miss you, Kol," I whispered under my breath, hoping he could hear it wherever he is. I sighed and removed my gaze back to the grimoire and took note of the cloaking spell used by the Salem witches. The Salem witches' grimoire had been gone with the witch trials and the burning of their houses but my connections had succeeded in retrieving it and I had hoped to used their way of spells in reversing the spells that Nik's witches had used to cloak my siblings. I compared the spells with the Egyptian witches' spells and hummed, thinking.

Kol and I had continued to study witchcrafts even after we've lost the ability to do magic. It had been a comfort to be close to magic even if we could no longer practice it. We created spells and magical objects that would allow us to use magic indirectly. Both of us had tapped into our gifts at such early age. Mother had been very proud of her twins when we made the wilted flower bloomed everywhere around the house. I remembered her laughter and her smile when she witnessed us using magic for the first time. She had said that she knew we would be a powerful witch and warlock as she had felt the magic when she had been carrying us.

My phone rang, snapping me out of my thoughts and I raised an eyebrow at the caller ID.

"Still alive and kicking I see," I said sarcastically and she didn't reply with her snarky remarks.

"Yes, and I bring you bad news," she said quietly.

"Don't worry, this is not the first time, darling," I said silkily.

"Klaus is alive but Mikael is dead," she said and my heart skipped a beat and my mind went blank. Her words rang in my ears and I shook my head trying to process the newfound information. "Klaus killed him."

"Anything else?" I asked curtly. On the contrary, it was good news despite the little sadness that I felt in my dead heart. After a thousand years, he was still my father. We had a very close relationship despite his cold heart. But with Mikael dead, all of us would stop running and hiding, including Nik, which meant that would be no other reason to keep Kol daggered.

"I'm leaving," she finally said and I laughed softly.

"Of course you are," I said and there was a silence.

"May I?" she asked, sounding annoyed but her voice was still laced with fear and respect.

"Your job is done. Have a good run, Katerina," I said and hung up. I leaned back against the comfy chair and shut my eyes. My heartbeat was beating slightly faster than usual. Perhaps it was the adrenaline. Yes, I had orchestrated the return of Mikael, knowing that now Nik is a hybrid, he would be able to defeat our father or father would have been able to kill him. I had instructed Katerina to inform the Salvatore brothers where my father was desiccated, knowing they would awaken him to kill Klaus. And my prediction had been true. Now, with Mikael gone, we wouldn't have to run and Nik wouldn't have any other excuses to not bring Kol back.

I smiled at the thought of my twin brother at my side again. And then, we'll have our revenge on those who've wronged us.

Nik, Elijah and Rebekah.

New Orleans – December, 1914

"Sweet girl, how are you enjoying the party?" Talia asked the blonde witch. She seemed overwhelmed and smiled at her.

"It's…wonderful. It's quite a celebration," Faye, the witch said. The blonde witch had appeared out of nowhere and having lost two powerful witches, Astrid and Mary-Alice, Talia and Kol had decided to befriend the lone witch.

"Yes, my brother Nik really loves to show off," Talia said, rolling her eyes.

"Your family is quite something," she said and Talia shrugged.

"Well, if things go well, we'll contact you as the party ends. If you'll excuse me, love," Talia said and kissed her cheeks. Talia smiled at Kol as she comfortably took her place right next to him on the stairs. They posed for a photograph before Klaus began tapping his glass to get everyone's attention.

"As you know, when the Mikaelsons arrived in Louisiana, we brought with us the tradition of holiday bonfire season. Now, we invite you chosen few to join us in our family's own tradition of writing wishes for each other and burning them for luck. The holidays are a time for celebrating family, and friends," Klaus began his speech and Talia restrained herself from rolling her eyes. "It is especially gratifying in times when treachery runs deep. To know you have someone you can trust. A toast, to you, my sister!" Klaus said, raising his glass to Rebekah who smiled back up smugly. Talia and Kol shared a worried glance before the brother nodded.

"To Rebekah!" Everyone cheered.

Kol headed upstairs in a hurry while Talia split up, heading downstairs to find her witch.

"Stop it, sister. Nik knows," Rebekah said and Talia felt her blood boiled.

"You!" she hissed before Nik's voice boomed again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the disturbance! But, what's a Mikaelson party without a little squabble?" Nik exclaimed and Talia used her vampire speed to quickly arrived at the top stairs.

"Nik, please!" she shouted, half angry and half afraid to death. Nik just shook his head smugly as he drove the silver dagger into Kol's heart and Talia screamed in agony. "Elijah!" she asked for sympathy and her older brother just looked at her in pity. Once Kol's turned grey and desiccated, Elijah laid Kol on the floor as Nik walked towards Talia.

"Hush now, sister," Nik said condescendingly, stroking Talia's hair. She took a deep breath before looking up.

"How many years?" she asked in hatred and Nik just smiled.

"Maybe now you'll learn the lesson to stop being such a troublemaker," Nik said with a smile that showed his dimple. "Without Kol," he added, before kissing Talia's cheeks.

"Nik no! You cannot separate us!" Talia yelled in anger.

"I thought it would be more fun this way," Nik said cruelly and Talia fell to her knees sobbing.

"I cannot live without him, Nik! You know that!" she said between her sobs.

"Exactly," Klaus said and raised his glass.

"To the Mikaelson twins!" he cheered and Talia clenched her hands in fists, but unable to do anything as her tears kept falling down and she stared at her desiccated twin helplessly.

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