Summary: Here I was one minute writing fanfiction about my favorites and the next I'm waking up to an all too familiar world. I'm here because of a wish. And if that weren't bad enough, I'm not exactly the regular human anymore. I'm Naya Nikolson, an Original.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC which is based off of myself.

Author's Note: Please review. I'm interested in seeing if this is a story I can build on.

Chapter 1.

It's been a pretty good week. I've been able to caught up on all my missed shows including this weeks The Originals. It broke my heart to see what comes of my favorite family.

"Poor Elijah. He never has anyone in his corner. Even that bitch Hayley left him when things got rough. I wish I'd been there back where it all went wrong," I sigh. Turning the tv off, I go to bed.

I ignore the tingling feeling in the back of my neck. Probably just left over vibes from watching The Originals.

I climb into my bed and let the lure of the city outside put me to sleep.

The first thing I notice when I wake is the lack of sirens or even traffic from outside. Then I stretch and look around my room. Nothing seems out of place until I open the curtains. Instead of my usual busy city, the outside world is full of trees and an empty front yard.

"What the fuck?"

"I'm sure you have questions," a voice says over my shoulder.

I nearly jump out of my skin. A pretty blonde stands in the middle of my room.

"Where am I?" I growl….wait. What?

She smiles. "You made a wish last night and now here you are. You wished to help Elijah Mikaelson and I've granted your wish."

I frown. "How is that even possible? Is this some kind of prank?"

She shakes her head. "Listen snap out of it okay. You're here in Mystic Falls and the Originals have all just been reunited as a fmaily for the first time. The Mikaelson ball is tonight."

I throw my hands up.

"And you think they are just going to let a complete human nobody help them? Elijah will kill me without thought if Klaus doesn't get to me first."

"Good thing you're not human then." She chuckles and I look at her.

"What do you mean? Am I a vampire?"

"Not just any vampire. I made you an Original. Except you have no link to their curse that created them. Your vampisim is made of a combination of magic and love. You can't be killed by white oak. Only the death of Elijah will kill you."

"But Elijah can be killed by white oak." I sigh.

She nods. "Exactly. So all the more reason to get all dressed up and introduce yourself to your soulmate."

Woah. "Wait. Soulmate?"

"I was only able to grant your wish because you wished for it and his soul is yearning for his soulmate," she explains before moving over to a closet.

I move closer as she pulls out a dress bag and lays it on the bed.

"And this is your dress. Trust me when I say you'll knock him dead with this."

I look down at the dress as she takes it out of the bag and gasp. Its floor length, blood red with blood red lace long sleeves. Neck to the dress is a red tear drop ruby necklace and matching ear rings.

"Wow," I whisper. It's perfect. Form fitting silk that looks like liquid poetry.

She grins at me. "I did good right?"

"Yeah you did. Hey what's your name?"

"Anya," she holds out her hand and I shake it. "Naya."

She smiles "I know. But nice to meet you. Now. Just some things for you to know...You need blood to survive just like any other vampire. You know about this world so I won't bore you going over it. You've only been in town for a day and no one knows you're here so you can write your story how you want. Magic doesn't work on you so feel free to help your boo thang and his family out. Oh and if for any reason you share blood with Elijah, this is it. You're here permantly and there is nothing anyone not even me can do about it. If you die for some reason, you'll be sent back home with no memories of this ever happening. Same for it you decide you don't want to do this anymore. All you have to do is call me and I'll send you home."

I nod. "What about money?"

She waves her hand and a thump comes from a nearby room.

"That should more than take care of things plus you have a very hefty bank account now under Naya Nikolson. If you check your wallet you'll find ID, passport, house keys, and car keys to an black Audi r8."

I squeal. "Omg."

I flash out of the room and into the room next door. It's stacked to the ceiling with money and I turn back to the hall where Anya is waiting.

"Can you put this all in my bank account except for maybe like a thousand?"

She nods. "Done." And in a blink it's all gone except for a bundle on the floor. I look around the room. It's an office. With books everywhere.

"What exactly do I do, like what kind of cover story can I use?"

Anya thinks it over then snaps her fingers. "You can be the new Librarian."

I nod. "I've never seen the Mystic Falls Library."

"Oh it'll all come to you. Just google it the town really isn't that big." She says.

"How long do I have until the ball starts?" I ask.

"About four hours."

I flash out of the room and into my room. "Anya! That's not nearly enough time to get ready! Can you at least stay with me until I'm dressed?"

She chuckles. "Well I do have a tight schedule but I guess I could stay for a few hours. Now go jump in the shower. Do you want help with your hair?"

She looks up to my mane of curly dark locks. I thank my african american mother for the curl pattern and my italian father for the thickness and length. They touch just mid back. And I'm 5'7.

"You are a god send. "

I flash into the bathroom down the hall.

Thirty minutes later I'm sitting in a black robe staring at myself in the vanity. Anya is behind me looking my hair over while I sip from the blood bag she so graciously filled my refrigerator with downstairs.

"I think you should leave it down," she says.

"Maybe a braid across the front ? That way it gives it a little more character?" I say and she nods. She snaps her fingers and my hair has a beautiful braid across the front of my hair that drops to the right side. In the braid is little threads of gold.

"Wow...that looks perfect."

She beams. "Thank you. You know it doesn't matter what you look like. You're his soulmate. Elijah is gonna love you regardless."

"Yeah but I still want to look my best."

I finish two more blood bags and find it surprising how just none grossed out I am at the thought of drinking someone's blood.

"Any tips on how to deal with the Original Witch?"

"Yeah, life will be easier for you if you can stop the linking spell. At the very least stop Elijah from being linked. You'll know what to do once you get there. And just because you can't get the witchy headaches or anything doesn't mean you can't have your neck snapped just like anybody else. So be on guard."

I nod. "Can I change things?"

"In what way?"

"Can I save like Kol from dying?"

"Sure. He's allowed because eventually he comes back. You can change that but if it's a natural death or one that is written in blood from what you've seen of the show then no. You can't save people like Stefan or Finn."

I nod. Got it.

"Oh and one last thing. You can't tell anyone about not being from here. At least not until after you and Elijah bloodshare. Then you can tell him and only him. He won't be able to tell anyone else even if he wanted to."

"Okay."

We spend the rest of our time talking and soon I find myself a little sad that she's leaving. ANd I tell her as much. She pats my arm.

"Awe. I've grown fond of you as well. Don't worry. I'll pop in from time to time when I'm free. My number is in your phone so feel free to text me. If I'm not in this realm I'll still get the message."

She says and I nod.

"Ok now let's see it all together."

She snaps her fingers and I walk over to the full length mirror in the corner. I can't help but gasp.

The red dress looks far better than I imagined.

"Red really does look amazing on your brown skin. And that smokey eye screams Come Fuck me now."

"Anya!" I laugh. I turn from side to side and have to admit she's right. The slit on the side of my dress allows my black red bottoms to peek out with every step I take.

The dress is backless and dips dangerously low on my form.

"Just saying if I were into women, you'd be it."

I laugh. I check the clock on the wall...the ball starts in 15 minutes. I'll leave home then. Nothing really happens until later on so being fashionably late is acceptable. Anya teases that I'm just trying to make an entrance.

When it's time for me to leave I pull her in for a hug as I stand outside my car.

"Remember to text me when you get home tonight. I want to hear all about it."

I nod. "Thank you for everything Anya."

She smiles. "Go get em tiger."

And just like that she's gone.

I get into my car and follow the GPS to the coordinates Anya has pre-programed. She also program my home address into my phone so I know how to get back.

It takes me less than 15 minutes before I'm pulling up outside the beautiful house. There are cars everywhere and for a moment I wonder if I should have come on time but oh well.

I park my car and take a moment to breathe. This is it. Going in here will make it all real.

"I can do this. I'm a fucking Original."

I get out of the car, hold my head up high and male my way up the walk way.

Author's Note: Ok so I kinda let this one write itself and I'm actually excited about where it can go. Please review.