Tristan de Martel x Immortal witch!Reader

When you had been around twenty, you had been cursed into being an immortal witch. You had been an ordinary witch living in hiding during the same year the Mikaelson's had come to the Martel court. You had been hiding as Aurora's lady-in-waiting, when they had been turned. Being a witch wasn't the only secret you were hiding you were also in love with Tristan de Martel. Aurora had wanted to turn you, but you had used your magic to halt her in her steps. Tristan had at once seen the power you held and the wars he could win with you under his control. He had managed to knock you out, he had then locked you in a cell until he could get his hands on an immortality elixir. He had managed to get you to drink it by threatening to kill your sister. Aurora had her fangs bared and placed near your sister's pulse point, she had nipped at the skin several times drawing blood. You had finished the mixture in one gulp, it burned painfully as it slipped down your throat. Your eyes began to droop, and you crumpled, your red dress fanning out around your still figure appearing to be blood. Your sister screamed when you hit the ground harshly, which became a shriek of pain when Aurora viciously sank her teeth into her neck. Tristan rolled his eyes at her actions but did nothing to stop her. He moved to check your pulse, pleased to find it beating steadily. Sweeping you into his arms, your head rolled against his shoulder. "Aurora, sister, please control yourself." Aurora withdrew her fangs, blood smeared across her chin, her grin was feral. Your sister's body fell to the floor.

Tristan sighed, "We needed her alive, for our plan." Aurora wiped the blood off her chin with the hem of your sister's dress. She stood with a wicked grin. "My dear brother, we have this wonderful thing called compulsion, we can simply force the lovely darling to do what we wish." They walked through the silent halls. Tristan sighed and made his way into his bed chamber, he made his way into the adjoining room. Making sure to step carefully over the runes, he placed you on the bed. He arranged your dress to fall nicely and brushed your hair from your face. Lucien arrived, "You killed her." His smooth voice filtered into the room, Tristan turned to face his temporary ally. "She will live, she will sleep for a year gaining power. She is unable to leave this room without my permission. She will help us overthrow the Mikaelson's who abandoned us to this fate." Tristan stepped out of the room again being care not to disturb the boundary spell. He had killed the witch, that had created this spell but only after she had told him how to remove it. Tristan turned to face his sister who was laying demurely across his bed. He stalked over and grasped her wrist dragging her up to face him, "Why did you kill her sister?" His smooth voice became harsher and malicious which didn't seem to faze Aurora who shrugged, Lucien watched with interest. "We didn't need the poor dear."

"We needed her to help control, Y/N." Aurora shrugged daintily, "No, the poor thing is quite enamoured with you. Although, this would put a wrinkle in the budding relationship." She laughed, Lucien was leaning against the doorway looking in at your sleeping figure. "Besides dear brother, we are stronger than her. Three vampires against a witch."

"Immortal witch, strongest of her line." Lucien interjected. Aurora rolled her eyes, she pulled her wrist away from her brother and stalked away. Tristan moved to stand beside Lucien, "We will bring the Mikaelson's to their knees, with the power she welds." Lucien gave a cocky smirk. "Oh, how they will fear us."