Elijah Mikaelson is hugging me which I am not complaining. You see I am big hugger person and since I don't have many people in my life, I always like to return the hug, almost instinctively, like my mom but 'Welcome back Anastasia Mikaelson' this phrase keeps on repeating in my mind. When did I become a Mikaelson? And most importantly, when did my parents name me Anastasia?

My name is Jasmine Hawthorne not some Anastasia Mikaelson. What's happening? It can't be true. I am definitely dreaming. A very comprehensible dream. Sometimes later, I would be awaken in my sunlight filled room by an annoying invention name alarm clock and start another day of my lonesome existence adding some nagging from my money-sucking relatives. But how can a dream be so life-like. I started counting my fingers. Ten fingers! Not a bloody dream that's for sure.

Again it can't be a prank. Who would hire the actors for pranking me, a friendless person? It's not like I can't communicate or a social awkward person, it's just that I hate seeing sympathy in their eyes for me, an orphan girl who lost her parents although it's been years but still people remember. After all, it's Hawthorne family. Anyways I have to question them of what's happening and who are they. But before I could, I caught my reflection in the glasses of the room. It's me, but it's not me.

Red hair, blue eyes.

Oh, God! What the hell is going on?

Ok. Blue eyes are okay. The only difference is my hair color. What happened to my signature bright blonde hair? I was snapped out of my thought seeing the rest of the coffins being opened and two familiar persons coming out of it. Finn and Rebekah Mikaelson. My all hope of this being a dream or prank shattered seeing them, the almost whole Mikaelson family. Before I could comprehend their actions, for the third time and definitely not the last, I am embraced tightly by none other than Finn Mikaelson. "Little sis, Miss me?" Finn said. What can I say? "Who are you?" I wanted to ask but didn't. I just returned the hug with same favor. Then he was pulled off me and before I could react I am pulled in another hug. "Oh my god, my baby sis is looking so beautiful. From Nik I have heard, you have been daggered after you both left Mystic fall leaving me behind with the Salvatores'. In Nik, your favorite brother, words' is to protect you."

Little sis, Baby sis?

Daggered?

Nik? As if Niklaus Mikaelson?

From Rebekah's one statement, I got a gist of what's happening. I am in 'The Vampire Diaries' or its fan fiction where Anastasia Mikaelson is their baby sister who got daggered by Niklaus Mikaelson, her favorite brother, to protect her. But in series, there was no Anastasia Mikaelson. There were seven Mikaelson among which, one is dead and another one is taken by an evil witch aka their aunt. Rebekah Mikaelson was supposed to be their youngest sister.

Oh my! Am I taking over their sister's body?

Did I kill her?

More worst, Have I eject her soul from her body?

I was horrified. If Mikaelsons' knew that I am not their sister, they would definitely invent some soul torturing device. 'Okay Jas, just relax. Take a deep breath. Good. Now release it. Maybe it's just a dream. And if it is not, just be thyself. After all you always loved some adventures. ' Filling myself with much needed motivation, I returned the hug and replied "Sorry for leaving you, Bek." Oh, God! I gave her a nickname. But it seems she doesn't mind.

That's good.

I came out of my thought seeing Elijah brings three women with bleeding necks. Blood. Feeding. Vampire. From the way I am feeling towards blood, as if its smell is the most amazing smell, I am sure that I am a Vampire. 'Bye bye my human title and welcome my unexpected vampire title.' Now ignoring my sarcastic comment, I have to think of a way of feeding without making a mess like a newbie after all I am an Original now. But before I could continue my monologue, a glass of blood is presented in front of me. Looking up, my eyes are locked with Elijah. Taking the blood, I started drinking without asking any question. Never in my life I, Jasmine Hawthorne, would have thought that the taste of blood could rival my favorite double cheeseburger with a peanut butter blast and its smell to my favorite jasmine flower's smell. What can I say, I love Jasmine's smell. Ironic right?

"What Sia! You still didn't learn how to tap vein. Still seems the messy eater huh. After all, I am the one who can do it beautifully. " Kol gloated. I rolled my eyes at him and replied sarcastically "Says the one who is having blood dripping from his jaw line all over his clothes. Kol, do you need bib?" I was guessing a more sarcastic reply but he just embraced me tightly whispering 'I miss you'. After a moment, I just wrap my arm around his torso replying with a 'miss you too'.

I know they are hugging their sister and showing all this love to her but I can't help myself for feeling so emotional. After my parents' death, this is my first time feeling the connection and love of the family.

After feeding ourselves, my fictional siblings decided it's time to 'reunite' with my 'favorite' brother Niklaus Mikaelson.