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I’m likely typing this like I’m texting someone so bare with me and this might not be organized buts it’s been on my head so plz give feedback or comments I would love to hear anything…
- OC has a sister and they are werewolves. Their entire pack was hunted down by the Red Room, the only ones who lived are the OC and her sister, and the female wolves that Dreykov wanted.
- OC and sister don’t really get along, they are always fighting because of a survival thing. Dreykov didn’t want the sister but wanted OC, so he has favorites. The sister holds it against OC and blames her for their pack being gone.
- OC is experimented on as well as her sister, they activate their curse at 8 years old.
- OC is sent to New Orleans to get rid of certain people, she’s brainwashed so she doesn’t really understand what she’s doing is wrong, it’s all she knows. At this point she’s 17.
- in New Orleans she comes across Marcel. He doesn’t want to kill her because she’s a kid. (Not sure how I’d work this but you get it he saves her so she’s loyal to him and believes she owes him everything).
- as Marcel becomes King of New Orleans OC is his right hand. They see each other as family. (Platonic love)
- At 24 OC dies with vampire blood in her system. She becomes a hybrid. (Obviously not that simple but trying to not go into too much detail but just so ya’ll know it has something to do with her sister)
- skip to Davina, she was with Marcel when they saved her. OC sees Davina like a daughter.
TIMESKIPPPP
- now we at the series. Not sure of a love interest so recommend plzzz and do give feedback, none of this is organized just like broad description.
- during the series OC is loyal to Marcel but she finds out what Haley means to the Mikaelsons and she promises to protect her.
- they don’t trust her and she can’t blame them but she wants the baby safe.
- the witches talk to her and trust OC because OC doesn’t rat them out to Marcel but OC don’t trust them.
Still trying to write out the entire New Orleans trip in my journal but fuck my hands hurt 😂 we’re going on about 4 pages now 😅 and I have a blister on my index finger of my writing hand from cleaning my couch cushions 😭
I’ll have to get back to it again. It’s been a month since I kept it going but I want to make sure I remember every detail of that weekend ❤️
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After a dinner time that felt more like a witch hunt trial, Hope and Freya try to convince Minna to stay and help them, but perhaps Klaus ways can be more persuasive.
Freya guided Minna through the long corridor in silence.
Hope walked beside them, her small hand gently holding Minna’s wrist as if afraid she might disappear.
Minna barely noticed.
Her mind was still trapped in the courtyard.
The candlelight.
The accusing gaze.
The humiliation.
By the time they reached the bedroom Freya had prepared for her, Minna felt as though something inside her chest was about to explode.
The room was beautiful.
Large windows framed by dark velvet curtains.
A massive bed with soft ivory sheets.
Antique furniture that looked like it belonged in a museum rather than a house.
Minna stepped inside.
The door closed behind them.
And suddenly everything crashed down.
Her shoulders began to shake.
A sharp breath escaped her lips.
Then the tears came.
Not soft tears.
Not quiet ones.
Furious ones.
Minna sat heavily on the edge of the bed, pressing her palms against her face as if trying to hold herself together.
Hope immediately moved closer.
“It’s okay,” she said gently.
She reached for a robe lying across the bed and carefully wrapped it around Minna’s shoulders.
Freya crossed the room and poured a glass of water from a crystal decanter resting on the bedside table.
“I’m truly sorry,” she said softly, offering the glass.
“About Elijah.”
Minna took the glass but barely looked at her.
Her breathing slowly steadied.
Then she laughed.
A short, bitter sound.
“I’m sorry, Freya,” she said, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“But your brother is a despicable man.”
Freya sighed quietly.
Minna continued before she could respond.
“I was kidnapped from my flat,” she said, her voice growing sharper with every word.
“Poisoned.”
Her eyes flashed.
“Put in a box by that Viking idiot and shipped across the ocean as if I were a package from Shein.”
Hope blinked.
Freya couldn't stop the small, embarrassed smile that slipped through.
Minna wiped her face again, letting out another disbelieving laugh.
“And even though you all play kindness…” she continued, gesturing vaguely toward the door.
“I know I’m being kept here as a prisoner.”
Freya opened her mouth to respond.
But Minna was already standing.
“I’m not stupid,” she said firmly.
“You’re the Mikaelson family. Your reputation precedes you.”
She paced the room now, searching for the small bag that had been brought with her.
“But the truth is,” she said, turning back toward them, “I don’t have all the answers.”
Her voice softened for a moment.
“I don’t know why I’m like this.”
“I don’t know why I’m here.”
Then her gaze shifted to Hope.
Something gentler appeared in her expression.
She reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from the girl's face.
“But I was willing to help,” she said quietly.
Hope gave her a small hopeful smile.
Minna sighed.
“But I won’t stay here just to deal with some posh man’s arrogant nonsense.”
She moved across the room, opening drawers and glancing around as if searching for her things.
“I’ll gladly walk right back out that door and figure the rest out myself.”
Freya watched her carefully.
Then she spoke.
“Minna.”
Her tone was calm.
Steady.
“You’re not a prisoner.”
Minna stopped moving but didn’t turn around.
Freya continued gently.
“You're here because something very strange is happening to our family… and somehow, you’re connected to it.”
Minna slowly looked over her shoulder.
Freya met her gaze.
“And believe me,” she added softly, “if Elijah realizes he hurt someone who might be able to help Hope…”
A faint smile touched her lips.
“…he will regret it far more than you think.”
Hope nodded firmly beside her.
“He already looks like he swallowed a brick.”
The room had fallen quiet after Freya and Hope left.
Too quiet.
Minna stood in the middle of it, wrapped in the black satin robe Hope had placed around her shoulders. The fabric slid softly against her skin every time she moved, cool and light.
She hadn’t bothered tying it.
Outside the tall window, the last traces of sunset had faded into deep blue evening. The city lights of New Orleans shimmered faintly in the distance.
Minna stared out at them, arms loosely folded.
Her eyes were dry now.
But the faint redness beneath them betrayed the tears that had come before.
A soft knock broke the silence.
She didn’t turn.
The door opened slowly.
“May I come in?”
Klaus Mikaelson’s voice carried that familiar velvet tone — polite, smooth, but with something dangerous curled beneath it.
Minna exhaled softly.
“Well,” she said without looking back, “you already opened the door.”
Klaus stepped inside.
The door closed behind him with a quiet click.
For a moment he simply observed her.
The robe had slipped slightly across her shoulders.
The satin parted just enough for the candlelight to trace the line of her collarbone… the curve of her waist… the long pale length of her back.
Klaus’s gaze lingered.
Predatory.
Curious.
Appreciative.
Finally he spoke.
“I came to apologize.”
That made Minna glance over her shoulder.
One eyebrow lifted.
“Did you now?”
Klaus walked further into the room, his movements slow, deliberate.
“My brother’s behavior at dinner was…” he paused briefly, choosing the word, “…unacceptable.”
Minna turned fully toward him now.
“Oh good,” she said dryly. “Because for a moment I thought humiliating your guests was part of the family tradition.”
A faint smirk touched Klaus’s lips.
“Only the ones we find interesting.”
Minna studied him carefully.
“You kidnapped me.”
“Yes.”
“You poisoned me.”
“A temporary inconvenience.”
“You shipped me across the Atlantic in a coffin.”
“Technically a box.”
Minna let out a tired laugh, rubbing her temple.
“And now you’re apologizing.”
Klaus tilted his head slightly.
“I am capable of manners when the situation calls for it.”
His eyes drifted again — briefly — to the robe.
Minna followed his gaze.
Then looked down at herself.
There was a pause.
Ah.
The robe was still very much open.
For half a second neither of them moved.
Then Minna calmly pulled the satin closed and tied the belt around her waist.
Not hurried.
Not embarrassed.
Just practical.
“Well,” she said, looking back up at him, “enjoy the view while it lasted.”
Klaus chuckled softly.
“I certainly did.”
Silence settled between them again, though it felt different now.
Charged.
Evaluating.
Klaus leaned casually against a nearby table, studying her with open fascination.
“You’re not afraid of me,” he observed.
Minna shrugged.
“Hm, well you do have a reputation..”
“And now?”
She tilted her head slightly.
“Now I’m mostly tired.”
That answer made Klaus laugh under his breath.
“Honesty. Refreshing.”
Minna walked slowly across the room and sat at the edge of the bed again.
“You wanted something,” she said. “People like you rarely visit rooms just to apologize.”
Klaus’s eyes glinted.
“You’re very perceptive.”
“I’ve had a strange evening.”
He pushed away from the table and stepped closer.
Not threatening.
But undeniably present.
“You intrigue me,” Klaus said simply.
Minna snorted softly.
“That makes one of us.”
“Oh, I doubt that.”
She looked up at him.
“For the record,” she said, “your brother is still an insufferable snob.”
Klaus grinned.
“On that matter we are in perfect agreement.”
That surprised a small laugh out of her.
And for the first time since arriving at the compound, Minna relaxed slightly.
Klaus noticed.
Of course he did.
His gaze softened just a fraction.
“You defended yourself rather spectacularly tonight,” he added.
Minna groaned quietly.
“Please don’t remind me.”
“I assure you,” Klaus said, amusement dancing in his voice, “it will be remembered for centuries.”
She rubbed her face with both hands.
“Wonderful.”
Klaus watched her for a moment longer.
Then his tone shifted slightly.
More serious now.
“Tell me something, Minna.”
She looked up.
“What?”
“You truly do not remember who you were?”
Something flickered across her face.
A shadow.
“Nothing,” she said quietly.
Klaus studied her carefully.
And in that moment something unfamiliar stirred in him.
Not just curiosity.
Not just attraction.
Something deeper.
Something that made the game far more interesting.
He straightened slightly.
“Well,” he said smoothly, “in that case…”
His eyes held hers.
“…perhaps we’ll have to discover it together.”
Minna studied Klaus carefully after his question.
She leaned back slightly against the headboard, the candlelight flickering across her features.
“I’ve already told you what I know,” she said, her voice quieter now.
Klaus didn’t interrupt.
Minna exhaled slowly.
“The sisters who found me said I was dying when they brought me to the convent,” she explained. “They believed I had already been turned into a vampire… and that I threw myself into the river to end it.”
Her fingers absentmindedly traced the satin belt of the robe.
“They saved me. Or thought they did.”
Klaus watched her carefully.
“And before that?” he asked softly.
She shook her head.
“Nothing.”
A small shrug followed.
“I don’t remember my mortal life. Not my name, not my family, nothing.”
She looked up at him again, almost amused by his intensity.
“Honestly? I’ve never thought it mattered much.”
Klaus tilted his head slightly.
“That is a rather unusual attitude.”
“Well,” she said dryly, “whatever tragic life I apparently had ended centuries ago. I’ve had quite enough time to move on.”
Her gaze drifted briefly toward the window.
“The only mystery I once cared about is why sunlight doesn’t burn me.”
Then she added with a faint smile,
“But even that… I’ve grown used to.”
Klaus remained silent for a moment.
Studying her.
Measuring every word.
Finally he spoke again.
“May I try something?”
Minna frowned slightly.
“What kind of something?”
Klaus’s voice softened, though his eyes remained sharp.
“I could look into your mind.”
Her brow lifted.
“You mean compel me.”
“Yes.”
Minna stared at him.
“You want to rummage through my head like a drawer?”
“Only briefly.”
She sighed and rubbed her eyes.
The exhaustion of the evening was finally catching up with her.
“You know what,” she muttered, “fine.”
Klaus blinked.
That had been easier than expected.
Minna gestured vaguely toward him.
“Go ahead. If there’s some grand conspiracy hiding in there, you’re welcome to find it.”
She shifted slightly on the bed, making space beside her.
Klaus approached slowly.
The mattress dipped as he sat down.
The space between them vanished.
Suddenly the air felt heavier.
Minna became very aware of how close he was.
His presence carried warmth… and something darker beneath it.
Klaus lifted his hands slowly.
For a brief moment he hesitated.
Then his fingers gently framed her face.
His touch was warm.
Unexpectedly gentle.
Minna’s breath caught slightly.
Her hands instinctively gripped the fabric of her robe.
Their eyes locked.
The tension between them was so sharp it almost felt visible.
Klaus leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low command.
“Look at me.”
Minna swallowed.
Her dark eyes remained fixed on his.
“You will tell me the truth,” Klaus murmured softly.
Her breathing slowed.
The subtle fog of compulsion slipped into her gaze.
“Yes.”
Klaus searched her face carefully.
“What do you remember about becoming a vampire?”
Minna spoke slowly, her voice calm beneath the spell.
“The sisters found me in the river. My body was dying. They believed I had already been turned… and that I jumped to escape it.”
Klaus’s thumbs rested lightly against her cheeks.
“And before that?”
“Nothing.”
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“What was your name?”
“I don’t know.”
“Who turned you?”
“I don’t know.”
Every answer came steady.
Unchanged.
Truthful.
Klaus could feel it.
There was no deception.
No hidden resistance.
Only the quiet certainty of someone repeating the only story she had ever known.
His gaze lingered on her face.
On the soft curve of her lips.
The warmth of her skin beneath his hands.
The thin satin robe shifted slightly with her breathing.
He noticed the rise and fall of her chest.
The way her thighs had pressed together unconsciously.
Her fingers clutching the fabric just a little tighter.
A slow heat spread through him.
Dangerous.
Unexpected.
Klaus inhaled quietly, forcing his focus back.
He released her face.
The compulsion faded.
Minna blinked slowly, her thoughts clearing.
For a moment she looked slightly disoriented.
Klaus stood abruptly.
Creating distance.
“Interesting,” he said quietly.
Minna frowned faintly.
“So?” she asked.
“Apparently,” Klaus replied smoothly, “you were telling the truth.”
She let out a tired huff.
“I told you.”
Klaus studied her one last moment.
Then he offered a faint, almost amused smile.
“Good night, Minna.”
And before she could respond, he turned and slipped out of the room.
The door closed softly behind him.
Minna remained sitting on the bed, staring toward the place where he had been.
Her mind still felt slightly foggy from the compulsion.
Her heart, however, was beating much faster than before.
She exhaled slowly, pressing her palms against the mattress.
“Bloody hell,” she murmured to herself.
Somewhere in the corridor outside, Klaus Mikaelson disappeared into the darkness.
As the family tries to find out more about their guest - and potential savior - Elijah recalls some ghosts from the past might not be that fragile.
The Mikaelson dining room was illuminated only by candlelight, their flames reflecting softly against the dark wooden walls and polished table. Outside, the last golden light of sunset lingered in the sky, filtering through the tall windows.
Minna sat quietly beside Hope and Freya, trying to appear composed despite the fact that she was surrounded by one of the most infamous families in the supernatural world.
Klaus lounged comfortably at the head of the table, swirling a glass of bourbon as if he were hosting a perfectly ordinary dinner.
Kol leaned back in his chair, clearly entertained by the situation.
Rebekah observed everything with sharp curiosity.
And Elijah…
Elijah sat with perfect posture, his hands resting calmly upon the table.
But his gaze never left Minna.
There was something cold in it.
Something sharp.
He watched her the way one studies an opponent across a chessboard.
Minna had noticed it almost immediately.
Every word she spoke seemed to sharpen his attention further.
Klaus finally broke the silence, raising his glass slightly.
“Now that introductions have been made,” he said smoothly, “perhaps our guest might explain how exactly she intends to help save this charmingly cursed family of ours.”
Freya nodded encouragingly.
“Yes. From a magical perspective, your situation is… quite unusual.”
Minna opened her mouth to respond.
But Elijah spoke first.
“I believe,” he said calmly, “the more important question is who she truly is.”
The room fell quiet.
Minna frowned slightly.
“I already told you who I am.”
Elijah’s expression remained composed, almost polite.
“And yet,” he replied softly, “your story presents rather remarkable inconsistencies.”
Klaus frowned.
“Elijah.”
But Elijah continued, his eyes fixed firmly on Minna.
“You claim to be a vampire,” he said, “and yet you walk freely beneath the sun.”
Minna’s expression hardened.
“I already explained that I don’t know why.”
“And still,” Elijah continued, his voice now edged with suspicion, “you expect us to place the fate of this family in your hands.”
Kol leaned slightly toward Klaus, whispering with amusement.
“Oh this is going to end well.”
Klaus shot him an irritated glance.
“Elijah,” Klaus said evenly, “our guest is not on trial.”
Elijah tilted his head slightly.
“On the contrary, brother. I believe caution is warranted.”
Minna stared at him, stunned for a moment by his hostility.
At first she had been confused.
Now she was furious.
“I’ve answered every question you’ve asked,” she said, her voice tight with frustration.
“Yes,” Elijah replied calmly.
“And yet none of them convincingly.”
The words struck like a slap.
The silence that followed felt heavy.
Hope glanced nervously between them.
Freya frowned.
Minna slowly placed her glass of wine down on the table.
“Alright,” she said quietly.
She rose from her chair.
Without another word, she turned and walked toward the open doors leading to the patio.
The Mikaelsons exchanged glances before following her outside.
The evening air was warm, the last light of sunset casting golden shadows across the courtyard.
Minna stopped in the center of it and turned to face them.
“You want proof?” she asked.
Before anyone could respond, she reached behind her and slowly pulled the zipper of her dress down.
Klaus raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.
“Well,” he murmured, amused, “this should be interesting.”
The dress slipped from her shoulders.
Then slowly down her body.
Until it fell to the ground at her feet.
She stood there completely exposed beneath the fading sunlight.
The golden rays touched her skin.
Nothing happened.
No smoke.
No burning flesh.
No scream of pain.
Only the quiet glow of sunset across bare skin.
Kol let out a low whistle.
“Well I certainly support this method of argument.”
Klaus smirked slightly.
“Kol.”
Minna ignored them both.
Her furious gaze remained locked on Elijah.
“Are you satisfied now?” she demanded.
Her voice trembled with anger.
“Sunlight. No burning. No tricks.”
She spread her arms slightly.
“Look all you want.”
For the first time since dinner began, Elijah appeared truly shaken.
Not because she was naked.
But because in the golden light of sunset she looked exactly the way she had centuries ago in Vienna.
Elisabeth.
The same face.
The same scent.
The same woman he had once loved with devastating intensity.
Minna’s voice cut through the silence again.
“I don’t know why I’m like this,” she said sharply. “I never claimed to.”
She took a breath, her anger barely restrained.
“But here I am. Exactly as you demanded.”
Her eyes flashed with pride.
“So either we move past this suspicion of yours…”
She bent down, grabbing the fallen dress from the ground.
“…or I will gladly return to London and never see any of you again.”
Freya immediately stepped forward.
“Oh for heaven’s sake.”
She took the dress gently from Minna’s hands and wrapped it around her shoulders.
Hope laughed softly beside her.
“I like her.”
Freya shook her head with amusement.
“That nonsense is quite enough for tonight.”
Hope slipped her hand into Minna’s and began guiding her back toward the house.
“Come on,” she said warmly.
Minna allowed herself to be led inside, still visibly annoyed.
She did not look back at Elijah.
Soon only the brothers remained standing in the courtyard.
Kol chuckled under his breath.
“Well. That was easily the most entertaining dinner we’ve had in years.”
Klaus slowly walked toward Elijah.
He placed both hands on his brother’s shoulders, a mischievous smile forming on his lips.
“Brother,” he said lightly, “I have absolutely no idea why you provoked that.”
His eyes drifted briefly toward the house.
“But I must say…”
His grin widened.
“I certainly enjoyed the show.”
Elijah did not respond.
His gaze remained fixed on the empty place where she had stood beneath the sun.
