For a while, Niklaus had been pursuing Tatia, a beautiful doppleganger, granted neither he nor Elijah knew that the beautiful widow was even a doppleganger. To his heartbreak, Tatia bad chosen his brother Elijah. That was how he had met you. Your eyes glowed in the campfire of the summer night. Your hair was ethereal under the moonlight of the crescent moon.

"Niklaus. Call me Nik."

He'd introduced himself, holding out his hand. You'd introduced yourself in turn. Your eyes sparkled in the light of the nearby flickering flames. Niklaus had pulled you in for a dance or two before you had left, heading for the outskirts of his home village that would later be known as Mystic Falls Virgina a thousand years from the current time period of the tenth century.

After that you and Niklaus kept meeting up—striking up quite the friendship. Rebekah, ever the romantic, occasionally teased him much to his annoyance, though never around Mikael. At the present he was out of his home. He couldn't sleep. Mikael had returned. As usual the untriggered werewolf had to deal with the fallout of the Vikings temper and rage. His back smarted as he shifted, staring out into the woods. It was a full moon, he really should be inside asleep alongside the rest of his family.